Casualties In B Minor

Cool Wit It

This is Cadillac Mack. Seville Appeal. Luv rollin' the L doggs. 9 papers. . Ayyo, I'm laid back and humble, yeah, I'm cool wit it. Kinda hungry, give me a salad and a soup wit it.

Country Song

I'm sick of your lies. And I'm sick of your threats. I'm sick of the way you want. And I'm sick of the way you get. . Wait'll I take off. Wait'll you're so bored.

Carry Me Home

sun wakes me up,. i think i'm losing everything,. i want to go back to bed i feel much better there. The funny thing is you look a lot like the devil.

Cry The Name

Rich Mullins and Beaker. Colossians 3:2. I cannot hide this longing that grows. In this temple of silence and stars. But a thief in the night stole in and broke.

Crime Scene

The fuck is wrong with y'all niggaz. You think this shit is a game nigga. Like it ain't about murder and cocaine nigga. The fuck is wrong wit y'all. .

Crash Crash

I'm at the end of my noose. I've got nothing to lose. I'm digging my own grave. And thats the truth. . My self esteem is low and I'm so high. And I don't give a fuck if I live or die.

Chapel Of Blood

Take my hand and you will never see the daylight again,. Come in, come in, into the blood red chapel of sin,. Inside you'll see the horrors of reality,.

Creo Que

Si me dices que vienes hoy. no estoy aquí.. Si me dices que quieres seguir. debo pensarlo porque. . Estoy aquí. gritando en las alturas.. Creo que. sigo aquí.

Casa Vacía

Senderos caídos. humeantes y olvidados. lentamente se van derritiendo. las estructuras atrapa insectos. en las esquinas de la guarida.. . Por aquí hay una señal de vida.

Cultivate

Got the disease in my mind that chaos runs through in you. Guilty toys for your insides just plead and I'll conduct you. Believe in me, I'm the juice receive from me the hand of truth.

Cradle

Breathe. Breathe. Breathe. Breathe. . Push. Push. Push. Push. . I lost you. You were my god. Thought what do I do now. You were never there for me. Never there to carry me.

Coal

My soul simply won't bleed. Coal blackened walls surround my scene. Hardened, callous I've been stung by bees. Forfeited courage keeps me in need. . And I need, your soul in black.

Closer

Here's to the closing door. Here's to just one more. Here's to all the damned. Here's to the bloodshed. . Cant leave it alone, wont let me forget. Rip off the bandage, and tear out the stitch.

Choices

Leaders are guilty of nothing. They're perfectly insane. But if they'd point the finger at themselves. Who would be left to blame?. . Lead into grace or lead to corruption.

Central Disposal

My perspective on life is pain. Sponge textured soul so porous I can't drain. I just absorb violations of the pledge. You swore to me your perjury. Detours the life of a child, did you?.

Crooked And Wide

Going in to the smallest center. And peel away every layer. Just to look it deep in the eye. Going out to the deepest space. 'Till there's no place left to hide.

Crankcase Blues

Got that crankshaft sticking. Straight into your center line. When the piston goes down. Your blood is sure to poison your mind. . Got a broke down engine.

Come To Mind

Ah. . I feel you getting nearer. I feel your fear. I feel you getting nearer. Still I want you here. . Ah, ah. Now's the time to come to mind. Ah, ah.

Checkout Time (alt. Version)

He checked out. Gone for good. He checked out. Without a doubt. Like a regular guy. Like you and me. Unfinished business. . His too small voice. He died in his head.