Beaten Back To Pure

One Shovel And A Place To Die

Beaten Back To Pure


There's no more new found glory 
can't keep a civil tongue in my head 
I will never be your Knight in shining armor 
Everyday's a smaller death 

Follow the path I will sear 
Put your arms around your beliefs 
Weaken family structure 
In deep in your chest I know what you stand for is wrong 
Explosives are effective at incinerating your agenda 

Ebony princess with a name I can't spell 
I believe she's warming up to me 
Can't quite make it out because of the duct tape 
Her eyes know where I'm coming from 

Let the world see your conviction 
It's the only way to ignite change 
Don't want to leave the world same 
Unmetered hatred and a thirst for headlines 

Raise up your glass to hero's fallen 
Deathrow hall of fame 
Foot soldiers unafraid of Hell