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lyrics

HANGMAN
Lyrics by Jack Hope

Heed these words of mine down from the sand
Watch the shifty eyes of the people from this land
Better watch your hands
A nobody like me wouldn’t lie to you
Cut and sever my face so far from faith
To see it through

Cause I still need you to know
Just how far down this path you should go
So don't fear me now
But you can hate me then

They tried to leave me with nothing but my name
They don’t know Sun of Bull won't play those games
If they only knew oh just what I have seen
My hearts charged from the pain you caused
So I separate their ways from me

Violence stung me
Hate becomes me
Feel my swift divine
Your sweet neck is mine

(C-c-Now!)
‘Cause you're the bitch that had to cross me
(Now!)
Satisfy your urge or morbid curiosity
(Now!)
Tie another knot in your line
(C-c-now!)
Before I get the urge to commit another crime of pain

Chains on my brain are rusted; I've lost my mind
Somewhere along the way I've lost my sight of hind
Third eye is plastered shut with corrosive smile
What is a man but secrets stolen from the pile of me

Riding home alone
Terrified!
Feel my swift divine
Your sweet neck is mine!

(X2)
You're so fucking predictable; it's criminal how black your soles become
Under the sun, under the sheets, and all the smoke

(C-c-Now!)
Cause you're the bitch that had to cross me
(Now!)
Satisfy your urge of morbid curiosity
(Now!)
Tie another knot in your line
(C-c-now!)
Before I get the urge to commit another crime of pain

Heed these words of mine down from the sand
Watch the shifty eyes of the people from this land

(X2)
You're so fucking predictable; it's criminal how black your soles become
Under the sun, under the sheets, and all the smoke

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from Back To The Flood, released May 16, 2015
Music and Lyrics by PROXIMA CONTROL

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Proxima Control New York

In the fall of 2009, guitarists John P. and Matt Z. were sold fake tickets to a Metallica concert. Angered but moved, the duo decided to form their own metal band in New York City. John quickly discovered the talented and like-minded singer Jack Hope and bassist Ben Souder, who had journeyed from Washington DC with just a suitcase and a bass to find success in New York. ... more

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