Holy Sons - The Loser that Always Wins

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Holy Sons - The Loser that Always Wins
Smoke comes rising through the trees Blood on the rocks of your memories Duals once fought, where the underdog was pinned You already know the shape I'm in Its a

Holy Sons - Cast Bound King
Follow every vein down every horsebound way Kettle's whistling and the boatman waves Slaughters's coming from Kali's blade Constructed omens are growing (Don't ask

Holy Sons - Hand that Feeds
Never push back against the hand that feeds I tell you 'never push back against the hand that feeds' They'll tell you 'never push back against the hand that feeds'

Holy Sons - Permanent Things
Everyone has to lose Everything that they have Watch those scripts go bad Permanent things will die And I will be released To lie down in the leaves Permanent

Holy Sons - Four Walls
Seeking one strong hand to latch behind And dressing up your mind Every king must rest inside these same four walls And it's the same four walls you know What we want is

Holy Sons - Up on that Hill
When we get up on that hill we're gonna drink from the finest Wobbling home in the snow Let the terror come and take you home Find yourself suddenly in the lights of the

Holy Sons - A Chapter Must Be Closed
{verse I} See your old clothes on some junkie's back Watch your furniture get up and disappear Have pity on those who've gotta suffer from their own hand And