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Raised by Wolves

from Centuries by Mike Quinones

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Oh I was born with a torch in my hand
My soul descended from the crawl-space tunnels and broadband
I thought I heard a seance- A candle ring of fiery tongues
Smoke stacks, carrier waves expand my lungs
Here comes the angel of wrath with the heavenly host
I'm the doom of the wicked
I'm a virtually unstoppable ghost

Well I should tell you I was raised by wolves in a past life
I went out in a blaze of glory- A blast of light
But suddenly I'm filling up the skin of a metal frame
My skeleton is crackling- My engine's a bed of flames!

I've half a mind- Half a mind
To call you out
To take you down
To set you right
Clear the way!

It was a slow, slow dance with the Lady of Liberty
She whispered in my ear, "Oh baby, deliver me-
But don't tell your friends that I said so- They'd never understand-
All the subtleties between a warning shot and total war at my command- "

And now I know how the news flash shocks and haunts her
Torpedoes and mines, smart bombs and rocket launchers
On the continental shelf
Deep inside the bending shadow of the coast
Well fire up the special effects
Shoot out the lights and block the roads

We're mixing our metaphors
We kicked in the sliding doors
The ocean side think tanks are building a fighting force
Switchboards and ancient bones- Swords in foundation stones
We are dreaming in the heat spell with our ears pressed to the ground

This is the sound of the snapping of redwood trees,
crack of the champion's whip
Splinters and shockwaves and muscle-bound battleships
The hour of our reckoning is floating seven feet above our heads
We are tracing the cross-sections
of a juggernaut that barrels to the end

This is the final boss battle and our spines will cross and rattle
We're charging through the silence of the pines and frost and travel
to the borders of the empire, and the teeth of the waterfall
With credits rolling on and up
We levitate-
We're phantoms at your call

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from Centuries, released January 14, 2014
Written and recorded by Mike Quinones. All vocals and instrumentation by Mike Quinones.

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