Gallows

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For Gallows' self-titled full-length, the band recorded 11 new tracks at Broadfield Studio in Watford, the band's hometown, in May 2012 with producers Thomas Mitchener and Steve Sears and feature some of Gallows' best and most pissed-off work to date.

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released 18 September 2012

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Track Name: Victim Culture
Do you think they're out to get you?
Do you often become ill?
Are your nerves in poor condition?
Are you living off of pills?

Do you suffer nervous breakdowns?
Are you frightened for your life?
Are you often plagued by nightmares?
Can you sleep through the night?

Have you told lies about the process?
Are you convinced they're inside your head?
Are you feeling persecuted?
Are you afraid you'll end up dead?

Do you feel you're being laughed at?
Do you feel so paranoid
That you'd see our symbols shattered?
You would have them all destroyed.

In us, we trust!
In us, we trust!
In us, we trust!
In us, we trust!

There's no way out.
There's no escape
From the vicious circle
We embrace.

There's no way out.
There's no escape
From the vicious circle
We embrace.

Karma's gonna smash your head in
Like a ton of bricks.
Purity hides behind a death mask and
Victim Culture's on the rise.

You showed me the tenderness of a funeral
Just another girl without a room.

Victim Culture's on the rise.
In us, we trust.
In us, we trust.
In us, we trust.
In us, we trust.

There's no way out.
There's no escape
From the vicious circle
We embrace.

There's no way out.
There's no escape
From the vicious circle
We embrace.

Proud hearts, sick minds.
Victim Culture's on the rise.
Bad blood, worse vibes.
Victim culture's on the rise.

You better fear the future.
You better fear what's coming next.
You better fear the future.
Grave diggers keep busy while we obsess.

In us, we trust.
In us, we trust.
In us, we trust.
In us, we trust.

There's no way out.
There's no escape
From the vicious circle
We embrace.

There's no way out.
There's no escape
From the vicious circle
We embrace.
Track Name: Everybody Loves You (When You're Dead)
Everybody loves you, when you're fucking dead.
Could be a needle in the arm or a bullet in the head.
But some things are certain.
When it's your time to go, your sins will be forgiven by everyone you know.
But some things are certain.
When it's your time to go, all your lies and secrets get buried in the snow.

Everybody loves you, when you're fucking dead.
Hashish eaters, Buddhists and men of war bleed radioactive red.
But some things are certain.
When it's your time to go, nothing really matters when you're six feet down below.
But some things are certain.
When it's your time to go, there's no one left in heaven and hell is just a hoax.

Come back, Dee Dee Ramone.

Come back, Jeffrey Lee Pierce.

Come back, Frankie Venom.

Come back, Lux Interior.

Come back, Darby Crash.

Come back, Johnny Thunders.

Come back, Sid Vicious.

Come back, Joe Strummer.

We need you now.
Track Name: Last June
Descending on the city like a plague of locusts
Put up barbed wire fences as if we wouldn't notice
Figuring out how to spend our money
It's laughable
But, it sure ain't funny
Pigs is pigs
I can't relate
You represent everything I hate
There's no justice
There's no peace
Being thrown in black vans by secret police

A.C.A.B
Until last June meant nothing to me
A.C.A.B
Until last June meant nothing to me
A.C.A.B
Until last June meant nothing to me
A.C.A.B

There's smoke in the distance
Not from the houses on the hill
Black Bloc is downtown burning cop cars
They're just doing it for the thrill

A.C.A.B
Until last June meant nothing to me
A.C.A.B
Until last June meant nothing to me
A.C.A.B
Until last June meant nothing to me
A.C.A.B

No. No. No. No. No
No. No. No. No. No
Like the pride before the fall
They can't arrest us all
Like the pride before the fall
They can't arrest us all

A.C.A.B
Until last June meant nothing to me
A.C.A.B
Until last June meant nothing to me
A.C.A.B
Until last June meant nothing to me
A.C.A.B
Track Name: Outsider Art
For years I was numb.
Felt no regrets.
But, there's hell to come.
Cast out like a net.
I surrounded myself with outsider art.
You murdered my spirit and life fell apart.

Alone in the garden, unloved by the sea.
With none of the saints, watching over me.
Nothing lasts forever, nothing you can keep.
My days blur together, my nights last a week.
Time is a bastard, routine a whore.
The sun is exploding, we're heading for war.

While everyone's sleeping, the moon holds a knife.
Curse of twenty seven almost ended my life.
But, in that brief moment, our lives did collide.
Freedom from chaos with you by my side.
No need for searching through old holy books.
I know death is coming, I've seen how he looks.

Our lives, they collide.
Our lives, they collide.
Our lives, they collide.
Our lives, they collide.

Born out of violence.
Baptized by fire.
Thrown in the snake pit.
Now get out alive.

Nothing lasts forever, nothing you can keep.
My days blur together, my nights last a week.
Time is a bastard, routine a whore.
The sun is exploding, we're heading for war.

Our lives, they collide.
Our lives, they collide.
Our lives, they collide.
Our lives, they collide.
Our lives, they collide.
Our lives, they collide, they collide.
Our lives, they collide, they collide, they collide, they collide, they collide.
Track Name: Vapid Adolescent Blues
We sat down by the river that cuts the city in two
Film stars for security cameras
Vapid Adolescent Blues
You told me your secrets, I didn't tell you mine
You may be beautiful
But, there's swastikas spinning in your eyes
I'd rather be anywhere but here

I see smoke in the distance
Weighs on me like a hex
Spread yourself with your fingers
Let me pay my respects
Hold my head in place
And I'll hide my face
And you'll feel my mouth in your most sacred place

I'd rather be anywhere
I'd rather be anywhere but
Nowhere, I'd rather be
Nowhere, I'd rather be
Nowhere, I'd rather be
Nowhere, I'd rather be

The bottle, the minutes, the seconds, the daughters, the payphones, the
Lies, the boredom, the slaughter
The world would collapse
The world would collapse
Arch your back
Just arch your back
I'd rather be anywhere but here

I followed my own compass
Didn't care where it leads
Dirty rivers of central London, the Ganges burning steam
In this moment time means nothing but the pulse beating in my wrist
Half drunk in far away places where days of the week are just words on a
List

I'd rather be anywhere
I'd rather be anywhere but
Nowhere, I'd rather be
Nowhere, I'd rather be
Nowhere, I'd rather be
Nowhere, I'd rather be

There's blood on the wind
(There's blood on the wind)
There's blood on the tracks
(There's blood on the tracks)
There's blood on my hands
(There's blood on my hands)
I can't take it back
(I can't take it back)

Nowhere, I'd rather be
Track Name: Austere
Go! Austere as some neo-con nightmare, armed to the teeth.
A Buddhist soaked in gasoline burns in the streets.
Tired of the pride of the traditionally minded.
Sick of the arrogance of the pragmatic left side.
No love lost for the exploits of the real majority.
No worship for the dogma of the whipping hand.

Violent peace, violent peace.
In violent peace, empires don't,
Empires don't fall.
Violent peace, violent peace.
In violent peace, empires don't,
Empires don't fall.

Dictatorships and double standards, anti-Darwin state.
Good girls will never give in, if it were left to fate.
We don't need new threats, we don't need new gods.
We don't need new rivals, we don't need new masters.
Line up the coffins of the pre-emptive war.
Decorate the Christmas tree.
No one is mourned.

Violent peace, violent peace.
In violent peace, empires don't,
Empires don't fall.
Violent peace, violent peace.
In violent peace, empires don't,
Empires don't fall.
Track Name: Depravers
Those nights stretched out forever, followed by nervous days.
Live in suicide weather you become that old cliché.
It came without warning at a time I couldn't see.
I lashed out in all directions, some dark current pushing me.

At an early age, I made up my mind, that I'd live my life truly free.
Condemned everything, but where does it lead?
Sometimes there's no third dimension, everything's just as it seems.

I'm fighting for my future, I'm fighting with my past.
If I keep living in my head, there's no way I'm gonna last.

At an early age, I made up my mind, that I'd live my life truly free.
Condemned everything, but where does it lead?
Sometimes there's no third dimension, everything's just as it seems.

Need it all, need it now.
Total darkness, don't care how.
Need to ride, need to skate.
I've hated love, I've loved to hate.
Sniffed lightning bolts of east end coke.
Need a cigarette though I don't smoke.
Gimme every last thing you can, I wanna black out man.

At an early age, I made up my mind, that I'd live my life truly free.
Condemned everything, but where does it lead?
Sometimes there's no third dimension, everything's just as it seems.

I lashed out in all directions, some dark current pushing me.
I lashed out in all directions, some dark current pushing, pushing me.
Track Name: Odessa
I couldn't blur it all out if I had a thousand years.
I'd need a hundred more to make it disappear.
If I had to do it all over again, there's no way I would.
Everyone would go missing.

End me in the Black Sea, scatter my ashes in the East.
End me in the Black Sea, Odessa, oh Odessa.
End me in the Black Sea, scatter my ashes in the East.
End me in the Black Sea, Odessa, oh Odessa.

You can stare at a car crash, but it'll stare right back.
The violent labours of love in the back of a Cadillac.
You wanna know your fortune, no matter what the cost.
You're at the bottom of the world.

End me in the Black Sea, scatter my ashes in the East.
End me in the Black Sea, Odessa, oh Odessa.
End me in the Black Sea, scatter my ashes in the East.
End me in the Black Sea, Odessa, oh Odessa.

I'm a tourist.
I'm a wreck.
I'm a vomit-green transparency lighting up a cigarette.
I'm a sycophant.
I'm a small time crook.
I'm a hail of bullets.
I'm a name crossed out in your history book.

End me in the Black Sea, scatter my ashes in the East.
End me in the Black Sea, Odessa, oh Odessa.
End me in the Black Sea, scatter my ashes in the East.
End me in the Black Sea, Odessa, oh Odessa.
Track Name: Nations
He went to sleep with fate, woke up with a corpse in his arms, shrouded in void and shade.
He put my teeth on edge, a martyr in history, amused in his deathbed.
So tired of this world and aching for the next.
You are the occident.
The collapse of Zen.
The cataracting eyes of panthers.
Nations of dead.
Tides of Oblivion.
The collapse of Zen.
The cataracting eyes of panthers.
Nations of dead.

A thousand loves that have crucified me. A thousand loves.
A thousand loves that have crucified me. A thousand loves.

The collapse of Zen.
The cataracting eyes of panthers.
Nations of dead.
Tides of Oblivion.
The collapse of Zen.
The cataracting eyes of panthers.
Nations of dead.
Tides of Oblivion.

Nothing now, nothing left.
Jackals attack while you undress.
Nothing now, nothing left.
Jackals attack while you undress.
The world has no age.
Nothing now, nothing left.
The world has no age.
Nothing now, nothing left.'

Betrayer.

A thousand loves that have crucified me.
A thousand loves that have crucified me.
A thousand loves that have crucified me.
A thousand loves that have crucified me.
Track Name: Cult of Mary
Welcome to violence, the world and the act.
An invitation to ruin, flowers of youth under attack.
What doesn't destroy can create as well.
Thriving gangs, the smell of female, faster, faster, kill! Kill!

Dying with the living, living like the dead
You've got all my sick devotion, we'll find heaven in worn out beds
And we're dying with the living, living like the dead
You've got all my sick devotion, we'll find heaven in worn out beds.

Like all the mystics that came before, you see the windows in the prison house.
Fireworks of despair, echoes all around you.
Daughter of the sun, behind the veil colour abstract.
Slaves to each other our will undone.

Dying with the living, living like the dead
You've got all my sick devotion, we'll find heaven in worn out beds
And we're dying with the living, living like the dead
You've got all my sick devotion, we'll find heaven in worn out beds.

Cult of Mary, crucified Christ. Pagan blood for the religious reich.
Cult of Mary, crucified Christ. Pagan blood for the religious reich.
She shed. Shed her skin in waves of nothingness.
She shed. Shed her skin in waves of nothingness.
She shed. Shed her skin in waves of nothingness.
She shed. Shed her skin in waves of nothingness.
Cult of Mary, crucified Christ. Pagan blood for the religious reich.
Cult of Mary, crucified Christ. Pagan blood for the religious reich.
Track Name: Cross of Lorraine
You could never understand what it took for me to be your man.
At home in the ice and pines, black nights filled with struggled sights.
Some things are better left unsaid, if that were true, then I'd be dead.
More sad nights at the hospital, fever swarming around my collarbone.

Always waiting for the death of the death of love.
Get up, get up. You know it's true.
Always waiting for the death.

Old ghosts pushing us apart, anthrax rays and a heavy heart.
Every chime like an iron voice, never seemed like I has a choice.
Bad tattoos and my pocketknife, trophies from my former life.
She wreaths her skull so psychically there's no more secrets in between.

Always waiting for the death of the death of love.
Get up, get up. You know it's true.
Always waiting for the death of the death of love.
Get up, get up. You know it's true.
Always waiting for the death of the death of love.
Always waiting for the death.
Always waiting for the death.
Always waiting for the death of the death.
Always waiting for the death of the death of love.