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Automatic

God and the devil in the cocktail hour
Mixed teeth and tail
Mixed thorn and flower
Mixed hell and heaven
Will and won’t
A body that dies and a soul that don’t

There ain’t no justice in this world
That’s all you need to know
The lion-hearted man receives the same divine consideration
As the carrion crow

Hate is automatic
It’s the nature of the beast
It’s automatic
It’s the squeaky wheel that get’s the grease
It’s automatic
It’s written in the stars
Hate is automatic
It’s love that’s hard

I will take this needle
I will take this dye
And all this dark momentum form the death of love
Over my heart I will draw a dagger
And three drops of blood

Hate is automatic
It’s the nature of the beast
It’s automatic
It’s the squeaky wheel that get’s the grease
It’s automatic
It’s written in the stars
Hate is automatic
It’s love that’s hard

Now that the sky is crying
Will you annoint these angel wings?
Release me from this stumbling faith
This crippling doubt
This never ending pain
I have been thirsty for so long
Why don’t you let it rain?

Let it rain

What’s it gonna be
Hope or the absence of hope?
What’s it gonna be
Light or the absence of light?
What’s it gonna be
The ditch or the honeysuckle in the ditch?
What’s it gonna be
Bondage or the blood red wine?

Hate is automatic
It’s the nature of the beast
It’s automatic
It’s the squeaky wheel that get’s the grease
It’s automatic
It’s written in the stars
Hate is automatic
It’s love that’s hard

Hate is automatic
It’s poison in the blood
Hate is automatic
We’re all creatures of the mud
Hate is the black dog always chained up in the yard
Hate is automatic
It’s love that’s hard

And faith is no protection
It’s just a place to hide
No man can stand against the rising of the tide
Hate is automatic when you’re trembling in the dark
Hate is automatic
It’s love that’s hard

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from The Spirt And The Spine, released November 12, 2013

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Rob Jungklas Memphis, Tennessee

It seems that Jung Klas a man of extremes who have emotions and soul torments rush through blood and nerves as music. Sometimes he sounds like a lost soul or like a wounded animal that wants to shake his skin. Away from him

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