.​.​.​And Then Blood Everywhere!

by Bat On Fire

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released January 24, 2014

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Track Name: I Have a Problem
I have a problem, and this peculiar type of problem demands blood be spilled into the streets so everyone can see the glory.
I have a problem in the shadowed streets.
A problem beyond words.
This wonderful addiction beckons me to write a story.
Now all these symptoms I've fell well into -- as per my desire -- thrive, linger, and control me.

And that makes me God.
And you're nobody to me.
I'll give you gallons and gallons to gain me a name.
It's not enough to say...

I have a problem in the shadowed streets of London.
I can't begin to tell you how it feels to see you so open.

You're nobody to me.
I'll give you gallons and gallons to gain me a name.
It's not enough to say...

(In cold blood!)
Underneath the gaslights...
(In cold blood!)
...I am the center of these cold English nights!
(Cold, cold blood!)
My will is alight!


And that makes me God.
And you're nobody to me.
I'll give you gallons and gallons to gain me a name.
It's not enough to say I have a problem.
And you are nobody to me.
I'll give you gallons and gallons to gain me a name.
It's not enough to say...
Track Name: There's Nothing to Fear
Blood! Death! Hope! Dread!
Now lies fear!

In the wake of another crime, I must address you, regrettably so.
Our town has lost another life.
Who, what, and why?
We just don't know.

Many theories are abound, but the facts are scarce, and I'm leading this investigation from here on out.
Disperse the crowd and be leaving now.

Open your eyes!
Wipe off your tears!
There's nothing to fear!

In the parlance of our times, through bated breath I speak to you.
There's no good reason to believe this "ripper" rumor to be true.

Many theories are abound.
Disperse the crowd and be leaving now.

Open your eyes!
Wipe off your tears!
There's nothing to fear!
Choke on your sighs!
Uncover your ears!
There's nothing to fear!

Blood! Death! Hope! Dread!
Now lies fear!
Now lies fear!

Open your eyes!
Wipe off your tears!
There's nothing to fear!
Choke on your sighs!
Uncover your ears!
There's nothing to fear!
Track Name: I Know What's Going On
I sit in the back of bars and listen to people talk.
Nobody look at me!
Nobody sit with me!
Drinking to no one's health.
Cackling to myself.
And everyday I write on withered parchment that nobody will read.
I'm writing little notes, scribbling anecdotes, scratching them out and then burn them all up on a candle I keep with me (a piece of antiquity).
And everyday destroying all my entries so nobody will see.

And all along...
(I know what's going on.)
...the butchers that service this city will lend me no pity at all...
(I know what's going on.)
...'cause I'm just a drunkard, a tosser that's stumbling, lost in the fog.
(I know what's going on.)
So pay no attention to strangers or madmen that frequent the bar.
(I know what's going on.)
And lest we not mention the fact that I know what's going on!

I stumble into the streets.
I barely keep on my feet.
Covered in mud when I trip in the gutter.
And nobody ever looks; no one to help me up.
Yet everyday I watch them chase a phantom that nobody will meet!
I stand in the back of crowds where people are screaming loud.
Frantically writing, I'm watching the fighting.
I'm ripping my paper up.
I'm laughing at everyone.
And everyday divulging facts and details that nobody believes.

Yet all along...
(I know what's going on.)
...the butchers that service this city will lend me no pity at all...
(I know what's going on.)
...'cause I'm just a drunkard, a tosser that's stumbling, lost in the fog.
(I know what's going on.)
So pay no attention to strangers or madmen that frequent the bar.
(I know what's going on.)
And lest we not mention the fact that I know!

You pray for the sinners when the image of filth is destroyed, and parade all the victims for the opium fiends in the night.

I sit in the back of bars and listen to people talk!
Nobody look at me!
Nobody sit with me!
Drinking to no one's health!
Cackling to myself!
And everyday divulging facts and details that nobody believes!


Yet all along...
(I know what's going on.)
...the butchers that service this city will lend me no pity at all...
(I know what's going on.)
...'cause I'm just a drunkard, a tosser that's stumbling, lost in the fog.
(I know what's going on.)
So pay no attention to strangers or madmen that frequent the bar.
(I know what's going on.)
And lest we not mention the fact that I know what's going on!