Müscle Wörship LP

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released 26 March 2013

Recorded by Mark Sanders
Additional recording and mastering by Steve Squire
Mixed by Jim Vollentine

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Müscle Wörship Lawrence, Kansas

Sean Bergman
-Vocals, Guitar
Dan Davis
-Bass VI
Billy Ning
-Bass
Anthony Piazza
-Bass
Nathan Wilder
-Drums

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Track Name: Jesus Vs The Lord
They grew sick of all your carrying on and cut you to the quick. Choked up on your leash and beat you till you learned that trick. Hold your fists up high. Proclaim, "I'm not afraid of you this time!" Well, they watch you try to sleep at night and they know that's a lie.
It's the privilege of youth to die for the truth, alone and unsung. Dreaming, "Who's gonna fuck with me now that I'm wide awake?" Laying in the bed that we made, waiting for that dream to come true. Shaken awake just to pray for the light of day.
You gotta know what side of the trouble you're on, but you can take your pick. It's blood or belief and both will get you dead real quick. Hold your heads up high. Proclaim, "I'm not afraid of you this time!" They watch you try to sleep at night and they know that's a lie.
It's the privilege of youth to die for the truth, alone and unsung. Dreaming, "Who's gonna fuck with me now that I'm wide awake?" Laying in the bed that we made, waiting for that dream to come true. Shaken awake just to pray for the light of day.
They're so sick of all your carrying on. So sick of all the carrying on. Hold your fists up high. You're more afraid than you realize. They watch you try to sleep at night and they know that's no lie.
Track Name: Gone Before Dagon
Why aren't running away? What are you waiting to see, the color of the flowers on your grave?
Why aren't you running away? Why aren't you moving your feet?
Is the peril worth the price that you'll pay?
One short dance and then your done. It's just one short dance when you're dancing with Dagon. Just one short dance and then you're done.
Throw your cruel arms around Dagon and you'll be gone, gone, gone.
Track Name: A Firebreather Carefully Sobs
Let's burn it all down. I'm made to breathe fire, charcoal filters for lungs. There's no bargain left to curb this desire. Bring the catalyst on.
Just let it all drown. I breathe underwater, carbon filters for lungs.
There's no bargain left to cure this desire. Let the catalyst come.
Burn it to the ground. This ancient empire is over and done.
There's no bargain left to sway this desire. Cheer the catalyst on.
Raise everything we patiently ruined. Turn the furrows to the sun.
There's no bargain left to change our undoing. Let the catalyst come.

We've got our heads in the clouds and our feet in the flames, fanned by the wings sent to carry us away. Are we penitent now, with both feet in the grave? Buried underneath what was left for us to save.
We've got our heads in the clouds and our feet in the grave, beaten down by the wings sent to carry us away. No one left to feel proud. No one left to feel ashamed. No one buried in the wings sent to carry us away.
Track Name: Hans Christian Terrorist
Oh it's a miracle! He's the kind of hope everybody else needs. Semper Fi tattooed on his lungs. You love him, but you're terrified of him from the point of introduction. Must be his power of persuasion.
He knows everyone of us needs to be saved. It's a role we epitomize. That's not the way he gets things done. He just reacts and somebody else pays.
It's a miracle! He's the holy embodied machine. The fire in the woodshed.
Still, everybody's terrified of him. No point in introductions when he's blowin' you to kingdom come.
He's knows we're just begging our lives to make sense, but aren't we just begging for our lives?
Track Name: Don't Dang Doom
The precipice is wide. Don't you know I'm terrified of facing down these fears? The kind we faced in the old time.
We used to challenge fate just to find out who we are. How did we get this far? How patient can fate be? Still, we face it alone, the certainty of dying. This alone, yours and mine.
Unrivaled in our pride. Don't you know what fate could bring? Once an affront to your beliefs and now a faith that you don't need.
We used to challenge fate just to find out who we are. How did we get this far? How patient can fate be? Still, we face it alone, the certainty of dying. This alone, yours and mine.
Track Name: Bastromage
Every day that your life is bought and sold, you just fold your hands and hope to die. What's the use in asking when you're told the when, the how, the why? Wasting your time doing what you're told when there ain't a boss-man you can trust. Was the use in dreaming when you're told the whole god damn thing's a bust?
We traded freedom for ends and we'll never get it back again. We can't afford to now. We traded freedom for ends. We're in on the take. We bend until we break.
Told to be brave when you're not at all. To close your eyes and take the fall. What's the point in believing when you're told to tow the line at any cost?
We traded freedom for ends and we'll never get it back again. We can't afford to now. We traded freedom for ends. We're in on the take. We bend until we break.