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GRAIN LYRICS
"The Abyss" (2006)
1. Direct Us To Texas
2. Bleed The Stone
3. The Trials
4. Keter/Malchut
5. The Real Shit
6. The Centerpiece
7. In The City
8. Calling In Favors
9. Heartless
10. A Message From The New Outlaws
11. Revolution Is Coming
12. Too Many
1. Direct Us To Texas
Midnight, first fights on the street tonight, I gotta head to Deep Ellum just to see what's right,
Park my beat up Sentra in front of Good Lattimer, Pull out my Excalibur, now it's time to fight, Seems to be, lyrically, you're in fear of me, Cause I took the feel of metal to a new degree, Y'all are living lives full of agony, it's sad to see, Rock's now a catastrophe, let's proceed.
I can't believe you'd have the gall to scale the wall, It's obvious you're gonna fall, All you do is crawl, cry, piss and moan, I'm in the sone, and I'm about to break some bones. Now everybody has their own D-Spot clone, what you have to understand is that I'm musically prone. We have the drive to vie for hard rock's vacant throne. That's why every new album is a new milestone.
All you ever hear is New York or L.A., I don't give a shit what the zines have to say, There's something going on in the world today, when a single man's voice can incite a melee. We shook up D/FW like a natural disaster, It's G-R-A-I-N, we are the masters, From the bottom of the pit to the top of the rafters, Enjoy us while you can cause they'll be none after.
Fuck you, we're from Texas, We came from the bottom, went to the top of the class. Fuck you, We're from Texas, Here we are, still rollin, y'all just ran outta gas. Fuck you, We're from Texas, we pave a new way, yet we're a blast from the past. Fuck you, we're from Texas, and I'm proud to have the whole world kiss our asses.
Fear stops here, and my motive's so clear, We're blasting through your ear like a musketeer, Cavaliers, near and dear to the new frontier. The pioneers of scrap metal, and this is our year, with a fallout extending to a nationwide audience, the road to the top is marred by turbulence, Dallas is the spot for outlaws and pirates, and our identity, by themselves, causes violence.
Now let's get this out in the open, we never met failure as most y'all were hopin'. We've been elected to defend metal's spirit, from all those that fear it the second that they hear it. Scene went from new school thrash to nu-metal thrash, had a spark when it started but now it's all garbage. We rock knowledge, the movement's been started, Cause me? I spray shit, and you? you just farted!
Fuck you, we're from Texas, We came from the bottom, went to the top of the class. Fuck you, We're from Texas, Here we are, still rollin, y'all just ran outta gas. Fuck you, We're from Texas, we pave a new way, yet we're a blast from the past. Fuck you, we're from Texas, and I'm proud to have the whole world kiss our asses.
Direct us to Texas!
Bang your head, like I said, what're we facin', Underground sensation, nu metal erasin, We're the west's fastest gun, let's bring the pandemonium.
Fee - Fi - Fo - Fum, I smell the blood of talentless bums, It's time to succumb, now, run, motherfucker, run, motherfucker, run.
My words send chills to the base of the flesh, a solid uppercut or gentle caress, We watched as Bush's first robbery was conducted, We breathed the smoke where the Davidians were instructed.
We'ere getting the drop, there's no one to stop us. Frontier Justice, where the law is lawless, I thought they knew, but I was dead wrong, repeating their words, like at the end of this song.
Fuck you, we're from Texas, We came from the bottom, went to the top of the class. Fuck you, We're from Texas, Here we are, still rollin, y'all just ran outta gas. Fuck you, We're from Texas, we pave a new way, yet we're a blast from the past. Fuck you, we're from Texas, and I'm proud to have the whole world kiss our asses.
Direct us to Texas.
2. Bleed The Stone
The first blow was thrown through a microphone; the comment was simple and universally known. Nonexistent credentials, coupled with angst and a pencil, now everyone looks like a bizkit, now they’re rich and successful. I could take the same six words and repeat that shit all day, but I have more important topics that I can say. I defile the Park after I step on the Roach, ripping off each other, all your anger’s a joke, put a pretty face behind a catchy beat, and anyone can sell a million fucking CDs.
I don’t watch MTV, cause I know what’s gonna be on, humming along, they don’t belong, over the same song. Another Disturbed guy that’s been smacked by god, another dreadlocked conformist inside a mind warped POD, a moldy vegetable that’s been served too much, the first meal was good, but then it lost it’s crunch. Remember the days when there was poem in song? I hope those days come back, cause it’s been too long.
How many of you can stand on your own? Do you even know how to walk alone? Don’t look now, but I think your cover’s been blown, Once you’ve bled the stone dry, then just walk home. How many of you can stand on your own? Do you even know how to walk alone? Don’t look now, but I think your cover’s been blown, once you’ve bled the stone dry, then just walk on home.
You had your time, now the time is mine!
You had your time, now the time is mine!
Shining light on the sky, in the night, at first flight, others like us exist, but don’t appear at first sight. Once our presence is felt, they’re so quick to fade away. Let it go, there’s no hope, you have no reason to stay. Like students suckling at the feet of their master, I’ll school you faster than when your CD fell off last year.
You had your time, now the time is mine.
3. The Trials
Sew the seed that’s based on greed, they swing with the noose just to fill the need, accuse the innocent, try to take their land, those who don’t comply make their final stand. Let me have my name, cause it’s all I have left, I’ll die just the same to protect my name.
More weight, more weight.
Captive in a cell, appendages bound, power mongers breed the hate that brings the system down. Liberation through segregation, devastation within the nation, let me have my name, cause it’s all I have left, I’ll die just the same to protect my name.
More weight, more weight.
You can take my life, but you won’t take my pride, I won’t let you win, my will can never die. Let me have my name, cause it’s all I have left. I’ll die just the same to protect my name.
More weight, more weight.
4. Keter/Malchut
Darkness,
like that of a candle disappearing in a room with no windows.
A puzzle broken and scattered on the floor.
A matchbook, only one remains within it’s home.
Start from the ends and work your way in.
Start from the ends and work your way in.
Start from the ends and work your way in.
Start from the ends and work your way in.
All Sides connect, forming fields of battle,
As each piece connects, the image becomes clear,
First the name, aptly titled, “Desire”
The final square is filled.
As your eyes widen with anticipation,
It is you reflecting in the pilot light,
The puzzle illuminates, pouring light into the room,
Suddenly, there appears a door and slowly the knob turns,
Ever so slowly, you creep to the door,
As it cracks open,
Resistance
The puzzle quickly shatters,
All light dies, but the match
A momentary
Weakness
Illumination
Keter, Binah
Chocmah, Gvurah
Chesed, Tiferet, Hod,
Netsach, Yesod, Malchut
You went, never left,
Weapons fully loaded, lay in wait of the cause,
Firing off, one by one, forcing the foe to give pause,
Opponents drop fast, bullets strike all targets,
All in the light of a match, remains guarded.
Resist everything that darkens your match.
5. The Real Shit
Back in the day, all they ever did was doubt us. Now the south is in the house and they can’t do nothing about us.
Ain’t nobody wanna listen to the wisdom of a band on a mission, so they play an old song. Everybody wants to sit back, relax, take an exlax, and jam a song they can sign along. I’ve been blazing a trail to the grail, I’ll never fail and I’m gonna make you insane in the brain. And when we’re through you’ll knew the only band that remained the name was the motherfuckers in Grain, Are you ready, cause here comes the breakdown.
Four cats coming straight outta Aggtown, Bury you motherfuckers face down, at the same time, make your girlies do the shakedown.
Too rap for rock, to rock for rap.
They’re still playing the same old crap.
They won’t give us a track, yet we’re still on the map,
Champs of the south, how the fuck ya like that?
They ain’t ready for the real shit, they want something they can deal with, we know you wanna hear this, so turn off your radio and listen to this.
How many more Nickelbacks, Three Doors Downs, and Stainds will they continue to play? Recycling old shit all day, not giving a fuck what they have to say.
How do they know what people won’t like, and what they’re gonna jam?
That’s like saying a guy can work a 9-to-5 and not make out a metal pit alive.
Hope ya brought your bifocals, cause you’re gonna see me a lot.
Get a drink and a shot, hang with your boys in G-Block.
We get burned a lot, hanging with psychos, rednecks, and gang members.
All of them unite, they feel us, we’ve all got a cowboy within us.
They ain’t ready for the real shit, they want something they can deal with, we know you wanna hear this, so turn off your radio and shhhhh…
Think we’re ignorant? You’re wrong.
We’re like the heat from a smoking gun.
Bet you’re gonna run when the G comes, c’mon boy this is gonna be fun, Radio can suck a dick, cause they aint ready for the real shit. They best recognize real quick, before their clock makes a final tick, they ain’t into this.
The Edge wouldn’t even give a look to this, we tour endlessly to play this shit, Sweat and piss in a van trapped with mist from a list of things that don’t exist.
Bring it to you raw, running from the law, Will radio play this? Hell nah,
Cause they ain’t ready for the real shit, Crack ‘em dead in the jaw.
They ain’t ready for it, They ain’t ready for the real shit!
6. The Centerpiece
Your cloud shadows your every move,
Raining on the centerpiece you hold so proud,
Drenching the sight of your onlookers,
Makeup smears running down your cheek,
Dampened dress, torn, virginal white.
Exits blocked by torch-bearing mob scene,
Pedigree failure to access path to sanctuary,
Shelter momentarily.
Let this not be what we’ve come to see,
Let me please return to what it used to be,
High atop your float, watch our steps,
Greatly outnumbered, your shelter makes a path,
And becomes aligned with your public,
As the first stone is cast at your heel,
You awake in your bedroom,
Your frantic feet clutter to the nearest window,
Dispair grips your face as the first white pillar ignites,
Let this not be what we’ve come to see,
Let me please return to what it used to be,
Used to be.
Yes, I know you’ve wrong us all.
Yes, I know you’ve missed the ball.
Yes, we cannot be stopped now.
Yes, you’ve crushed your mighty crown.
Yes, I will be in the crowd.
Yes, we are in the cloud that shrouds.
Yes, we have all been set loose.
Yes, your neck is in the noose.
Yes, it’s tight around your throat.
Yes, the sheep will hang your goat.
Yes, the needle tore the seam.
Yes, this is another dream.
Don’t wake me.
Let this not be what we’ve come to see,
Let me please return to what it used to be.
Used to be.
7. In The City
This a true story, about two people faced up to revenged. This is who we are! This is where we come from! In the city!
The city in straits, dire, one nation under fire, the slum born of desire, the squeal of the tires, turn around take the tour, Scenery du jour. What’s wrong? Not sure? Dispel the allure, the place we were bred, the shit that was said, the thoughts that we bled, a layer that was shed, the gangs, the violence, stupidity, nonsense, broken homes, the silence, loving parent, kindness.
The playground empty, the friends that helped me, the things they lent me, the city never left me.
It’s all or nothing, the wind keeps cutting, there’s always something, in the city.
The sprinkler, the trees, the park bench, the breeze, the birds, the bees, the wants, the needs, the girls, the sluts, No love, just cuts, the mansions, the ruts, the owners go nuts, the bums that we fought, they’ll snatch what we’ve got, all the goods that they bought, are beer food and pot, the overpass, shelter, she left, we felt her, the crack when he belts her, last time, go get her.
The sirens, the cops, the profiling, the stops, if the other shoe drops, life in prison, tops.
It’s all or nothing, the wind keeps cutting, there’s always something, in the city.
We all made it out of this alive, in a place where we could have just died, cemetery where the past still lies, we did what we could to just survive.
The kids in the street, a car bumps a beat, members of the elite, walkers take a seat, the meth house exploding, the narcs exposing, the friends worth noting, the people exploiting, the ones who don’t listen, better life we’re wishing, by the blunt that we’re kissing, exodus mission, a messenger christened, the message they’re missing, opinions dismissing, a lesson not given.
The cracks on the ground, the money that we found, echo of the sound, the new kings are crowned.
It’s all or nothing, the wind keeps cutting, there’s always something, in the city.
8. Calling In Favors
It’s tough, once again the battle’s turned rough, fucking with us, you’d think these punks have had enough, blowing up the block while they’re just staring at the clock. Living in a cell, I hold the key to the lock, they aint ready for another MOAB. I hit the switch like I live in NORAD, and leave you scratching at your gonads, you’re nuts, challenge us, and it’s your bad. We got the sound that makes the people go mad.
You say you gotta problem, you have just been violated, your friends wanna scrap, they’ll all get annihilated, when they opened their eyes, they became dilated. Now they’re getting jealous at the style we’ve created, bring it on, you’re like a child in a marathon, attacking me when your band can’t get along, it’s crazy, you’re facing someone who can write a song, “Are you up to the challenge?” Hell yeah, I’ll take it on.
Be ready, be ready,
I know you’ll see me later,
Be ready, be ready,
Because I brought the saber,
Be ready, be ready,
Your life might be in danger,
Be ready, be ready,
Because I’m calling in favors.
I told you don’t fuck with Grain, you aint gotta chance in this game, you run up on me and you’re destined to see that I’ll bury you just the same.
Don’t fuck with Grain.
Be ready, be ready,
I know you’ll see me later,
Be ready, be ready,
Because I brought the saber,
Be ready, be ready,
Your life might be in danger,
Be ready, be ready,
Because I’m calling in favors.
By the way, don’t fuck with Grain.
9. Heartless
Some say I’m heartless, that all the things I say are thoughtless, they don’t know my process, or how often I obsess, staying up all night, trying to find the right words, that conveys what I mean In my verse, It’s worse when I’ve got other things on my mind. That replay time after time, rhyme after rhyme that has to be trashed, before it can be wrapped in plastic wrapping, with a graphic design, that’s right, I’m heartless.
I picture the world as I see it, then write it down, In my perspective I can hear it, and how it sounds. Crystal clear, from the underground to my ears, I don’t fear death, I fear life and how it feels about me tonight, form here to eternity, that’s how I deal with the members of society, Let me remember that, let me breath, so I don’t have to ask if I’m heartless.
Condemned to death before I’ve achieved my quest of leaving them breathless every time the stage is set, they say I’m a menace to the microphone, I’ll never sleep until we stand alone, I’m on my own in a world full of prejudicial thoughts, but I aint at a loss for worlds when I floss, they try to crucify us in the press, expressing their impression of my vision when we bring another lesson, class is in session, proliferating accusations about my person, they get knocked and shot back because I’m cursing, but as long as we’re here, we’re gonna keep ‘em annoyed, and give the voiceless a voice that they’ll all enjoy.
We’re heartless!
10. A Message From The New Outlaws
Rejected, we are the voice of the dejected, we feel protected by the parties selected, not elected, and now we’re picking up steam, like the day after Jager, when nothing is as it seems, the way the public looks at their nominees, you’d think they’re all suffering from the same disease, since they’ve only got themselves to please, it’s all gone downhill since 1973.
When Nixon was revealed as a criminal, apathetic conditions became terminal, the fact that we don’t care is despicable, but it’s better than a leader with no principles, with an image on TV and issue s on text, the average person feels like they’re rollong on X, a hundred million questions scale the walls of their minds, but if they have to read the issues they don’t have enough time.
Now here’s a message from the new outlaws, what you really thought was true is false, let’s take this straight to the steps of the boss, and try to turn some of this bullshit on pause, now here’s a message from the new outlaws, what you really thought was true is false, let’s take this straight to the steps of the boss, and try to put some of this bullshit off.
I’m the dissident, full of dissonance, I’m the resident with intelligence. It’s a mystery, a conspiracy, why the gutter kids can’t get rid of me the sun sets on the southern sky, just another day, and another dies, I apologize if I philosophize, all the shit that caused my mother’s cries. The day of reckoning is beckoning, you might find things quite unsettling, ice fiends begging me while the ones meddling are bettering, skeletons of gentlemen are slumbering in shells of gelatin, hovering, hbelow poverty level, now take my hand, get off your ass and take a stand.
These kids don’t even know what they’re voting for, too busy playing Vice City to go explore, they just do like their parents all did before, politics the only thing they choose to ignore, in the new millennium, here’s a conscious thought. $600 million could’ve bought a lot, but it all got diverted to the war in Iraq, instead of in the streets where the bodies rot.
Now here’s a message from the new outlaws, what you really thought was true is false, let’s take this straight to the steps of the boss, and try to turn some of this bullshit on pause, now here’s a message from the new outlaws, what you really thought was true is false, let’s take this straight to the steps of the boss, and try to put some of this bullshit off.
Our music is facing elimination, so let’s bring it back to our population.
And what does the news have to tell us?
Some call it freedom of the press, yes, yet the truth of the matter is gone, witness obstruction of justice, now it’s on, advertised as fair and balanced, now the news is forever damaged, they’re responsible for the views eschewed, and now it’s got our people singing the blues, don’t act as if you feel surprised, looking in the gaze in O’Reilly’s eyes, anger and fear of most rich men within a graphic disguise, Rupert Murdoch’s right wing enterprise is why the revolution won’t be televised.
Won’t be televised.
11. Revolution Is Coming
A flame ignites within the crowded stalls, The silhouettes dancing in the falls, the smell of alcohol permeates, while soldiers march right through the gates, night begins to blanket the city, in the eyes of security, carnage erupts, spirits die, yellow illuminates the sky.
Revolution is coming, the solution is coming, revolution is coming, the solution… here it comes.
The bell rings in the afternoon, the day’s about to end soon, bullets blast the empty classes, total confusion among the masses, they who took away their lives, now see the fear in their eyes, taking aim, point and kill the past, undaunted, they point and laugh.
Revolution is coming, the solution is calling, revolution is coming, the solution is calling.
12. Too Many
Too many cats smoking ice.
Too many fights between guys with eyes wide, like headlights.
Too many folks who can’t sit still.
In a hyperdaze, taking apart their microwaves.
Too many kids grow up with arguing parents.
Too many kids with bad parents steal CDs outta my basement. Ain’t it a shame when they forget their name?
Too many chickenheads act the same.
Too many little fucks will take your stuff for bucks.
Too many goddamn clucks.
Too many touchy-feely motherfuckers,
Fucked up on quads and trucker drugs, dumb suckers.
Too many folks drinking and taking uppers.
Too many druggies go to sleep without eating their supper.
Too many friends who are busted for selling.
Too much attention, too many people coming and going 24/7.
Too many pot heads in prison,
Cause congressmen have visions of their children on crack missions.
Too many raped in prison, and that’s just too many people that just won’t fucking listen.
Too many people pretending to be something they’re not.
Too many folks don’t realize what they’ve got, poseurs come around, acting like they’re down.
Too many fakes that’re acting like clowns.
Too many half-rapping bastards wishing they could be, what they’ll never be, the next D-S-P-O-T.
Too many pussies get offended when their show’s a no go, cry to their mommies, or snitch to the 5-0.
Too many poseurs turn rat for the po po, then act like it ain’t nothing, that’s a no no.
Too many jabbermouths need to shut the fuck up.
Too many punks don’t get down while we’re tearing the club up.
Too many people don’t defend their people.
Too many movements, but not enough leaders.
Too many friends who are after my dividends.
Too many little shits are no longer my friends.
Too many people lie to feel important.
Too many people who’s vies are distorted.
Too many who deal in hypocrisy.
Too many means too many enemies.
Too many women act like bitches, not ladies, met a few girls who were cool, but they were crazy.
Too many women are both delicious and vicious, they’ll treat you like a god, then cut your balls off, malicious.
What is this? Too many expect too much.
Too many girls don’t speak up, what’s up?
If I do nothing, you let me know.
If I do something wrong, you let me know more.
Too many women wanna be treated like shit.
Too many chicks get what they want, then split.
Too many chicks have too much power in their clit.
Too many women play mind tricks with dicks, women can be sweet but they can also be mean though.
Black, White, Mexican, Asian, or Phillipino, you can never get a fix, even for a little bit, what you don’t see is what you get, bet.
Too many girls cheating on good guys.
Too many women get fucked over and become dykes, surprise girls and guys can’t get along.
So what’s the point in matrimonial songs?
Divorce rate in America is over 60 percent.
Too many kids grow up with arguing parents.
Too many kids with bad parents rob me of my check for the rent.
Makes perfect sense, and I’m spent.
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