Plenty of bands have resuscitated post-punk throughout the 2000s and 2010s, but few have done so with the passion that reverberates through Savages' debut album, Silence Yourself. Please don't hesitate to email us if you have any questions, suggestions or issues. We also welcome feedback on how we can improve our services.
I close my eyes and seize it I clench my fists and beat it I light my torch and burn it I am the beast I worship. And I know soon come my time For in mine void a pale horse burns But I fear not the time I'm taken Past the point of no return.
It goes, it goes, it goes, it goes It goes, it goes, it goes, it goes Guillotine - yah Sit in the dark and ponder how I'm fit to make the bottom fall through the floor And they all fall down - yah It goes, it goes, it goes, it goes. Guillotine - yah Out of the shadows barrage of witch tongue Cobra spit over apocalyptic cult killer cauldron smoke Stomp music seriously - yah It goes, it goes, it goes, it goes. Guillotine - yah Can't stop the groove lics jaws clear off them locks relentless raw movement Fit to knock you from here to that g-spot body rock connected To everything you want, ever did want We got it why not come get it, stick your head in that hole And watch me drop this cold guillotine death sentence - yah It goes, it goes, it goes, it goes. Guillotine - yah Hidden art, between and beneath, every fragmented, figure of speech, Tongue in reverse, whenever the beat, causes my jaws to call Out out out out - yah The screens flashing red, can't see shit but heads Spinning exorcist like planets Out of orbit off the edge Off mine axis whipping through doors to far more than all that's ever been said - yah Tie the chord kick the chair and your dead - yah Yah. Guillotine - yah. Guillotine - yah Head of a trick in a bucket Body of a trick in a bag And thrown in the fire like fuck it Gotta burn it before it goes bad One too many times been disgusted By the stench of rot is such a drag - yah Get broke by the street like blood stained glass - yah Choke on these nuts til the very last - yah It goes, it goes, it goes, it goes. Guillotine - yah Serial number, killing machine The illest of means, To an end built on the filthy sound you're experiencing - yah It goes, it goes, it goes, it goes.
Guillotine - yah Tinted windows, bulletproof The slip knot fixin rope to noose To the grave stone grinder of cold steel The passion that blinds me so I feel - YAH Can't let go, no it flows through our veins Blows through our tunnels and rattles our chains And they all fall down - yah Spread Eagle Cross the Block. Into the flame, into the fire With no regard for a thing fuck that I'm the lord of the game I rule this empire Lord of the game Born to reign above all that you claim to know beyond a doubt Cuz no one has came even close to the train Of thought we drop like neutron bombs from the tower Control this and bang this, then watch it rise higher Than anything seen in your entire Life spent in chains, sonic live wire Electrified rain from the lips of the driver Whippin the wheel Flippin donuts to peel Out on the face of the base, where's my lighter? Whatchya gonna do when they come for you A gang of hatin pigs What have they ever really done for you Ain't never done shit Stash what you got cuz they're comin through Best get rid of that quick Cuz when they get here you know what they're gonna do All they ever do is trip Minding my own business. Try to hem me up like for life stuck in the klink haters in blue How they set me up should I test my luck, here they come they're in pursuit What did I do? What haven't I done, you want to see my I.D. Well ok, where I'm coming from? Just on my way not on the run Whatchyou want me to say are you just bout done?
Power trippin asshole lickin haters Notice how they strut Through the spot like anybody wants to see a cop, man everybody knows they suck I got to be somewhere man fuck! I'm coming through, thought you knew, fuck if you didn't, fuck you Plutonium lore What this is, what this for Feel my fists push black holes Through your bitch ass decor Split it back like a whore And make you shit your fucking drawers Scared to ride, cowards fall Before my eyes, sound of my balls Dragging like cannon loaded wagons Drug by demons down your halls Can't imagine whats fit to happen When I get to flashing, see the small Shrink to a fraction of what their lacking And less than that in no time at all. Can't believe they have the gaul To try and act like they're not trapped Between these walls.
Bring it, bring it, bring it, kill it Bring it, bring that shit heated Sling it, bring back that shit - kill it Sometimes feel like I'm close but never get there NEVER GET THERE Does it mean I'm a ghost if I'm still here? WANNA LEAVE HERE And if I am why can't I just float through the walls? THROUGH THE WALLS And if I can, were they even ever there at all? Known for it. Known for it Known for it, been through it Done everything I can to it Road to it, til I broke through it Never was attached to it Took all I had in a flash knew it was bout ta crash So I mashed through hit Known for it Had ta do it Hacked into it I pay the price ta roll wit it Waste your life and you wont get it Played out wit nowhere ta go bet it Makes you feel like a ho don't it? Been working way too much need to get out and get fucked up Whats going on, where's it at Make some calls to make it crack, lets see.
I need money, drugs, a ride And a spot with hot ones inside The mission: To get all of the above in a limited amount of time I can do this and it's done Like that we're on our way Be it acid on the tongue Cocaine in your brain Or some weed that hits your lungs Like a runaway train Hell yeah, from DMT to MDMA Got all that shit and more So 'til dawn we're okay. Pass that shit Hold on man park the car I have no idea where we are Think we may have drove too far Yeah I can see they're right behind us But there's nothing we can do We can't get caught slipping get off that shit and just be cool. Ooooh They're on to us but don't look now They think they're bout to take us down Fuck that I'm not going out At the next corner turn left Its time to handle this I know where to go don't trip Have no time for that pussy shit In a minute it'll all be finished What you don't think I speak the truth You think I could just be sitting here Listening to Sonic Youth? Anyway when they try to ride On you thinking I'm gone I'll creep up on them from behind And break them off one by one And in the time it takes you to blink your eyes Shit'll already be done But just in case anything goes wrong Keep your right hand on your. Oohh So when they step up out the car Yeah I know this sounds bizarre But now I remember where we are Do what I say and you'll be fine. Oohh To the left of the off ramp, in the shade Under the highway, digging graves Blood creepin while you're sleepin Steady creepin, blood creepin Shake the bottle, whats it hold How many have I already sold Hope not too much, cuz I feel insane Need more than one to numb the pain Slithering through my brain Thoughts stuck on that train Off the track and up in flames Fuck it I'll swallow these blue ones Yeah and maybe this big one And I may as well take a few more with me Just in case I get some.
Oohh Never know if they're gonna want some Oh you want one? Yeah no problem Got that covered tramp, I brought 'em. Oooh How it creeps up on me so slowly I don't notice my eyes rolling To the back of my head and falling Shit, somebody's calling Can't answer the phone Call them back when I'm 'bout to leave Can't think straight man I'm so fucking blown. Ooohh So when they step up out the car Yeah I know this sounds bizarre But now I remember where we are Do what I say and you'll be fine.
Oohh To the left of the off ramp, in the shade Under the highway, digging graves Blood creepin while you're sleepin Steady creepin, blood creepin Down the alleys in the middle of the night I'm trashed, so high its hard to ride my bike Might crash, whenever I'm this fucked up Drunken monkey through the cuts Who gives a fuck So when they step up out the car Yeah I know this sounds bizarre But now I remember where we are Do what I say and you'll be fine. Oohh To the left of the off ramp, in the shade Under the highway, digging graves Blood creepin while you're sleepin Steady creepin, blood creepin.
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