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Himsa - MTV2 Headbangers Ball, Volume 2 - Rain to the Sound of Panic
MTV2 Headbangers Ball, Volume 2
Disc 1
01. Duality
02. Right Now
03. Rose of Sharyn
04. Kick the Chair
05. Right Side of the Bed
06. Step Up (radio edit)
07. Weak and Powerless
08. What Drives the Weak
09. Imperium
10. Waiting for the Turning Point
11. Into the Darkness
12. Your Sweet Six Six Six
13. Unholy Confessions
14. Laid to Rest
15. Prophecy
16. House of Doom
17. Nothing’s Wrong?
18. The Quiet Place
19. Archetype
20. My Tortured Soul (live)
Disc 2
01. Medusa and Hemlock
02. The Great Dividers
03. Antihero
04. We Bury Our Dead at Dawn
05. Needled 24/7
06. Love Lost in a Hale of Gun Fire
07. Like Light to the Flies
08. Fuel for Hatred
09. Rain to the Sound of Panic
10. Deadly Sinners
11. Contagion
12. I Been Gone a Long Time
13. She Speaks to Me
14. Waiting for the Heavens
15. Scars of the Crucifix
16. The Deepest Gray
17. Venus Complex
18. Panasonic Youth
19. American Hollow
20. Progenies of the Great Apocalypse
Tune out the noise of swan songs
That savior the passing of scarlets
Red and black on chemical romance
Rush the danger in a silhouette
Carve away the image possession
Private portal to each unnamed
Radiant - suspicious irony drowned deep in territorial pissings
My eyes are fixed on the grace of innocence
Disdained hunger tastes the gift of fatal pleasure
Just a cynic in a downpour of sentimental
Shedding these vows to the flesh of
Sweat soaked monuments
That just fall apart
Joyless devotionals spreading truth through the lips of liars
Faith and its' lore twine to mark their sacrifice
Seizing answers through the echoes of conversation
Sewn shut to replace myself in harms way

Land slides of life times smother each perfect likeness
Those sterling makeovers dance their mystery to blend
Each repulse and flourish persuading with flawless savagery
That only the lonely can understand

Panic - let it rain on me
Each so irresistible and deadly
They are the muses of existence

Swelling outcry pricks the crest of moral judgement
Infection taunts the heat of appetite
Intoxicating her thin veil of elegance
Separates the distance to tranquility
But never lets you in

Such a sight for deserted eyes and they'll never let you in