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Scorn Defeat (Sigh) · By Reason or by Scorn (100 Fires) · Scorn Defeat (Sigh) · Of Love, Scorn & Insecurity (Crossing Togo) · Scorn (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Lock Up Your Daughters (Motörhead) · Lock the Fox/The Fox and the Hounds (Eddie "Lockjaw" Davis) · Lock 'n Load (Denis Leary) · Under Lock and Key (Dokken) · Lock, Stock & Two Smoking Barrels (Hutchinson, Hutch) – and 35 other albums »


Seasons pass by the shells/of the names unknown /silent a void of thought darkening/cells of the mind

Taken from the blind/scorn for all their
simplicity

But rather try to love him all the more
Scorn not his simplicity
Oh no
Oh no

Only he knows how to face the future hopefully
Surrounded by
so fast?
What do I have left?

I won't be your Martyr anymore?
No longer victimized by your scorn?
Nevermore the passive one in this War?
'Cause
Hate for hate and Ruth for Ruth
Eye for eye and tooth for tooth
Scorn for scorn and smite for smite
Love for love and guile for guile

He who is
rather try to love him all the more
Scorn not his simplicity

Oh no
Oh no

Only he knows how to face the future hopefully
Surrounded by despair
He
To see what lies beyond our sight 
The secrets robed in blackest night 
The things we dream but never see 
Caged and blinded by the Beast 

From
In Newry Town I was bred and born
In Steven's Green now I'll die in scorn.
I served my time to the saddling trade
But I turned out to be, I turned
Innocence inscribed in this crudeness of rites
Wounds worn by the heretics of light
Creation of hell-bound life
Thrill of this inversion
Majesty
There is a land not far from the ears of sound
The eyes of sight can't see
It's over the trees
You'll be there by tomorrow's breeze

few people get
invincible, sons of nobody we live for glory
God's bastards
We adore scorn!
Nocturnal beings satiated by hate untamed and savage larvas calling for mutation
and lock my heart
Concede defeat and admit I was off the mark
If I were you I would turn away and hide my face
Swallow my pride and then finish ere it?s all
My father promised me roses
My mother promised me thorns
My father taught me to use my mind
My mother taught me scorn
He touches me lightly with
Fast death, disenchanted by life
Marked by envy and scorn
Show to the world his mortal hate
Die with regret
There's no light and there's no air
Written by Bonnie Dodd - Charles Mitchell
Recorded by Hank Snow

If it's wrong to love you wrong I'll alway be
Though the world may scorn me darling
Images on the sidewalk 
Speak of dream's descent 
Washed away by the storms 
To graves of cynical lament 
Dirty canvases to call my own 
Protest
A heart that will not harden
A place that I can be born
In my secret garden
A rose without a thorn
A lover without scorn

If I wait for the rain to kiss me
Written by Bonnie Dodd - Charles Mitchell
Recorded by Hank Snow

If it's wrong to love you wrong I'll alway be
Though the world may scorn me darling
Dark clouds line the sky and descend
To the shallow heart of the man
Enraptured by the burning flames of animosity

The hammer falls
dark clouds line the sky and descend
to the shallow heart of the man
enraptured by the burning flames of animosity
the hammer falls and penetrates
Yes He will, oh yes He will

Well now, you may scorn me and turn your back on me
I got God's arm wrapped all around me
I got Jesus, Lord Jesus,
You wanna lock me away cuz I hurt
I was a sad and lonely child
You’re embarrassed of me because I’m ugly
I’m burdened by fads and fashion
Curses
her out from my tower
Reality focused through forbidden lenses
She owns enough of preciousness
A penalty given by the source

But I still have no
wisdom and bring your pestilence 

Rectify, with haste your wrath awakened 
Malfeasance, you scorn this world 
Enshrined by grace, your shadows blinds
a bandit

Breaking hearts, stripping minds
Leaves his careless mess behind
He's a bandit

If you catch him by surprise
Just don't look into his eyes
Justice is served by killing you! 

Funeral games shall honor out fallen sons 
Once free condemned to savage torture 
Aristocrats sit high and watch