Hallowed Sound Lyrics
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Album | Mourn the Southern Skies(2019) |
Type | Album (Studio full-length) |
Genres | Groove Metal, Thrash Metal |
Labels | Nuclear Blast |
Album rating : 90 / 100
Votes : 1
Votes : 1
3. Hallowed Sound (5:07)
Days of pain that leave your body shaking
Make you want to tear a hole right through the door
Life will peak when rhythms speak
Steady courses end in better days
And you'll feel the loa coursing through your blood
See the changeling
Shifting and shaping
Always there putting on a show
The hallowed sound
From roots deep in the ground
No hurricanes or floods can keep it down
Face to face with troops of doppelgängers
Never really knowing just exactly who to trust
Speek your mind, but mind your speech
When ladders give, you'll lose your teeth
And it's a long way to the bottom rung
You can fake it
You might even make it
But the damage that was done ain't gone
It's so laissez-faire just let it be
You couldn't understand it if you're not from here
The vestiges claimed before we came
Back shame upon your pitiful pride
Can't you look in my eyes?
You fucking goddamn joke
Go take another toke, a line, a bump
Your broken record skipped
We just flipped the script
We'll take it back
Day to day it's keep up with the joneses
And from the looks of things, I see you jones for more
Keep denying things of common knowledge
The spotlight shines on you forevermore
You can shake me
You might even break me
But you'll never keep me on the floor
The hallowed sound
From roots deep in the ground
No hurricanes or floods can keep it down
You can't shake me
You can't break me
You goddamn joke
Make you want to tear a hole right through the door
Life will peak when rhythms speak
Steady courses end in better days
And you'll feel the loa coursing through your blood
See the changeling
Shifting and shaping
Always there putting on a show
The hallowed sound
From roots deep in the ground
No hurricanes or floods can keep it down
Face to face with troops of doppelgängers
Never really knowing just exactly who to trust
Speek your mind, but mind your speech
When ladders give, you'll lose your teeth
And it's a long way to the bottom rung
You can fake it
You might even make it
But the damage that was done ain't gone
It's so laissez-faire just let it be
You couldn't understand it if you're not from here
The vestiges claimed before we came
Back shame upon your pitiful pride
Can't you look in my eyes?
You fucking goddamn joke
Go take another toke, a line, a bump
Your broken record skipped
We just flipped the script
We'll take it back
Day to day it's keep up with the joneses
And from the looks of things, I see you jones for more
Keep denying things of common knowledge
The spotlight shines on you forevermore
You can shake me
You might even break me
But you'll never keep me on the floor
The hallowed sound
From roots deep in the ground
No hurricanes or floods can keep it down
You can't shake me
You can't break me
You goddamn joke
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Mourn the Southern Skies - Lyrics
1. My Time Lyrics | ▶ 3. Hallowed Sound Lyrics |
Mourn the Southern Skies - Album Credits
Members
- Kyle Thomas : Vocals
- Vinnie LaBella : Guitars
- Marzi Montazeri : Guitars
- Jason Viebrooks : Bass
- Sasha Horn : Drums (tracks 1-8, 10)
Additional musicians
- Chris Nail : Drums (tracks 9)
- Mikey "B3" Burkart : Organ (tracks 5, 10)
Other staff
- Vinnie LaBella : Executive Producer
- Duane Simoneaux : Producer (assistant), Recording Engineer
- Jens Bogren : Mixing, Mastering Engineer
- Tony Lindgren : Mastering Engineer
- Travis Smith : Artwork
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