Forget the record labels, we’re a band from poor Michigan and we need YOUR help to get to Hollywood to record our next album! Visit facebook.com/finefinetitans
We only have 66 hours left and are only a few hundred away from breaking the $2,000 mark! Thanks so much to everyone who has either contributed or shared this campaign!
Please help us share it as it’s almost over and we would like to make one final push. <3
We are asking for your help! As we posted a few weeks ago, we have been given the opportunity to record an album in LA with Erik Ron. We are doing this even if we have to crawl to get there, but we’re hoping that our incredible friends and family can help us so we can avoid going through a record label or borrowing money from a corporation. This puts the power back into your hands. We’re offering up whatever we can…exclusive shirts, cds, stickers, listening parties and even some very ridiculous ideas at the top tiers. We’re trying to keep this fun even though it is very serious for us.
They saw your picture on the Sunday paper You waved to the camera with a chip on your shoulder Not a hint of a smile could be found Anywhere near your pompous frown Even as the crowd bowed around you Begging for acceptance They offered flowers that only wilted upon Your pretentiousness
Your eyes shot aversion to the camera lens And the headlines labeled you: “A Local Hero!”
We call it only as we see it And watch as history repeats it We call it only as we see… and watch as history repeats it
You can’t change the color of your blood Don’t forget where you come from
How dare your friends offer a helping hand Or support for your art… But when you resist against an optimist You’re only breaking your own heart You spare no apology for dismantling your family Well money may talk to you but It doesn’t say a damn to me
We call it only as we see it And watch as history repeats it We call it only as we see… and watch as history repeats it
You can’t change the color of your blood Or pave over the beaten path You’ll never conquer our steadfast love Don’t forget where you come from
Here’s to the murk that spews from your lips Here’s to the fifth that’s glued to your hip Here’s to the tragic endings you begged for, desperately Each time you tried to knock me to the…
Four, five, your triple six nonsense Today, you’ll speak for Satan Tomorrow, you’ll preach repentance
Cheers to a preposterous soul, Disguising demons with control Here’s to misleading yourself To believe you’re holding your ground As you fashion your destruction
Today, you’ll speak for Satan Tomorrow, preach repentance (x2)
Flee the scene, fast enough to evade the scene Of each enemy marching to see the end of your deceit Instead we’ll keep a move away Far from your misery parade You know it’s not the first, we know it’s not the last Time you’ll cry out for a comeback
As you plead restitution This will be the last time I speak about… As you rot in self-infliction This will be the last time I speak about…
As you plead restitution This will be the last time we speak about… As you rot in self-infliction This will be the last time I sing about… …you
This will be the last time I speak your name…
Oh, Willis!
You know it’s not the first, We know it’s not the last Time you’ll cry out for a motherfucking comeback.
Comeback, come back.
As you plead restitution This will be the last time we speak about… As you rot in self-infliction This will be the last time we speak about…
The last time I sing about you. The last time I scream.
These nightmares drive me crazy They keep my heart a fuming high I feed the devil caffeine while he While he bleeds my ears dry He speaks to me of lust and love Confuses me when he says “Your lust will never be warm enough To breathe your love bright red.”
Forgive me, God, But did you hear what he just said? He’s backing your words of virtue but You still hold that gun to his head.
“You’ve got it all wrong…” Spoke the preacher of my song, “…the devil only speaks these lies To keep a razor tongue. To slice open the seams of your brain, Implant frozen embryos, So by the time they thaw and you recall, The devil already has control.”
Well I can’t count the times that That I let him direct my eyes To the same obscurity that you You harbor in your heart It takes one to know one and so I’ve I’ve spent my days apart From the lord because the devil said, “It takes light to know the dark.”
We’ve buried ourselves in delusion And now the time has come To raise the dead, The ghost of our love, Our haunting past has been resurrected To infuse fear into our blood…
Sound the bells…
Sound the church bells We have awakened hell Sound the church bells We have awakened hell
Hell hath fury like no man could dream…
Gone are those nights we tried to stay alive Those dreams we suffered through Just to keep our spirits high We couldn’t have seen this coming They’ve been hiding their hands for too long Underneath the bed of the river, They’ve been sinking our ship for too long
Get ready for this…
Sound the bells! We’re rolling out the red carpet to hell!
Black tar on the asphalt We’ll stick like molasses to skin You keep your mouth glued shut and We’ll provide the sacrament
We’ll provide the sacrament (we’ll provide…)
We rose the dead, the ghost of their love Their haunting past will no longer feed our blood
Can’t find gratification Or the rationale of a nation When we’re always fighting to keep peace But we pray for war in our sleep It’s a paradox in illustration When we pay to God’s corporation Always reminded that we’re free to leave But then we’re forced down on our knees…
Pretend it’s not a crime but they’ll pay in due time Shove all your love aside, we’ll feed this plague tonight!
We are told to keep a steady hand While our pavement morphs into quicksand We are told to keep a steady pace With guns, point blank, to our face Hold still while they stick your eye With pins and needles to erase the mind Turn your backs in disregard To the bodies tossed to the graveyard
In this battle cry… We have lost our sight. But we don’t hold their guns… Can’t let ‘em win this one.
We’ll kill this plague tonight!
We are the arms of the titans, we are the soldiers of time! We are the arms of the titans, we are the soldiers of time! We are the arms of the titans, we are the soldiers of time!
Contest Time! In one month, we will be playing the The All Stars Tour Pre-season at The Intersection and we want to give away some tickets! Be sure to “Like” our page on facebook, reblog this and your name will be entered into a drawing until Saturday night. On Sunday, someone will win TWO free tickets to this show. Happy blogging!
