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Devilspeak

from Livertalk by Bucky Harris

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lyrics

Hold fast that tongue lest it scorn you
Quick temper robs sharp wit of its virtue
Swallow that knife before cuts through
Shut your fucking mouth or hear your devils speak first
Shut your fucking mouth or hear your devils speak first

There’s only so many demons a man can fucking kill
You beat one down another rears its head, asserts its will
'Cause all this love is not enough
To balance out the hate you feel.
You hurt what you love! Burn what you touch!

Empires rise and they fall in this chest every day
A peaceful state comes undone, replaced by dictates of pain
But with these lungs I’ll overcome
Or exile myself from what I love
If you can’t beat it down, Then you can’t open up

It’s coming, coming back again.
Bottled, conditioned, served to friends and kin
You let the pressure build then unleash disaster
A slave to your faults, the most cunning of masters,
Rage is happy to sleep, but it fucking loves to wake.

It grows
So slow
In my throat

It’s not a battle within, but cowardice come alive
Fears manifest they lash out, weakness personified,
But you can’t grow, if you won’t kill
The ugliness in yourself
Hate is a vice! Rage is a crutch!

It’s coming… coming back again.
Bottled, conditioned, served to friends and kin
You let the pressure build then unleash disaster
A slave to your faults, the most cunning of masters,
Rage is happy to sleep, but it fucking loves to wake.

It’s coming, it's coming, it's coming,
It's coming, it's coming,

Hold fast that tongue lest it scorn you
Quick temper robs sharp wit of its virtue
Swallow that knife before cuts through
Shut your fucking mouth or hear your devils speak first

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from Livertalk, released July 29, 2022

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