Long Way Home

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Travisty

Beaten the mirror's broken.
Thin Cord Around a Young girl's arm.
Painting vivid pictures.
It pumps up from tired lungs.
The blood it lingers on the rug...
Whoa...

Lies center her life.
She can not stop it, takes her far away.
To die today, would be the day the walls cave in.
This is not fun anymore.
Travis shot the pimp!

The room drawn in Crayola,
Marlin is dead and gone.
They wallow on the bed.
The poison spreads in a sea of red.
Is nothing sacred any more?
Whoa...

Lies center her life.
She can not stop it, takes her far away.
To die today, would be the day the walls cave in.
This is not fun anymore.
Travis shot the pimp!

Travis walked sullen towards a man named Sport
Asked how Iris was. “I don't know,” was the retort.
“Hey man, you gotta gun; are you talkin' to me?”
In a hail of fire and blood, Travis set her free.

The hall it reeks of Iron,
Spray paint on the wall says we're “already dead.”
Iris just looks at me and stares.
Her head slumps to the floor,
Her eyes roll back; she starts to fall.
Whoa...

Lies center her life.
She can not stop it, takes her far away.
To die today, would be the day the walls cave in.
This is not fun anymore.
Travis shot the pimp!

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from Into the Fray, released March 7, 2015

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DEADIRON Cleveland, Ohio

Born on the storm-battered industrial-wasteland of Lake Erie’s shores, Cleveland metal titans Deadiron find themselves on the precipice of change. Dire economic conditions, line-up changes, and a political climate rife with tension have torn apart many a band, but those elements only forged members of Deadiron into a unit bound and determined for musical domination. ... more

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