Dead 7

Dead 7

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We are brothers before we are a band. We strive to be different. We want to sale our product to the world. This is our life and we live our lives by it. We do not want to be another statistic of "garage band" trying to make it. We will stop at nothing to make it!

Biography

Dead7
is an ingeniously unique band
that consists of five members:
Station (vocals), Chris Cox (guitar),
Stevin Walker (guitar/back up vocals),
Tracy Owens (bass), and Alex Huss (drums).

Chris and Station started Dead7 in 2001,
then they added Tracy and Stevin in 2002, and
by adding Alex in 2003 the band became complete.

They started out by playing small clubs and
advanced to sharing the stage with
well-known national bands such as:

Mnemic
Godforbid
Stuck Mojo Tour
Nothingface
Throwdown
Silent Civilian
Forever Never
Nonpoint
Crossbreed
Kittie
Walls Of Jericho
In This Moment
Dead to Fall

Dead7's sound is completey unique with:
captivating drums beats, sarcastic guitar riffs,
pounding bass, and soul-absorbing vocals.

They already have a huge fan base in the Carolinas and have played hundreds of shows in the past couple years.

Not only are they united by being best friends,
but they are bound together by their love
for playing music and their compassion
for turning fans into family.

Lyrics

Deaf, Dumb & Blind

Written By: Dead7

One more kiss for one more fuck
One more lie for just a little trust
Two more friends scratched off my list you fucked with this so get fucked by this.

We're all, we're fucked up, we're deaf dumb, we're blinded by you

Pay your debt you left on the fire for me. Cause' your nothing. Do you ever want to see a lie.
With one more creation to devastate. With a propaganda no one seems to celebrate. I eat her who earns her keep. Little whore lies and little whore dies. Little whore says she'll never love again.
Little whore fucks and little whore sucks. Little whore knows she's going out with a bang.

We're all, we're fucked up , we're deaf, dumb. We're blinded by your hatred, your friendship.
But we know what it is you supply.
Fear

On your bitter day, your dying, and I am not for sale. and I am better to waste my life with a love, a love that would kill.
How dare you criticize my whole life.
Catch you out of verse you see, with nothing else left your fucking dead.

(I'm going to tell you one thing about friendship, na' fuck it just blow their fucking head off.)
Blow your friends off, cause today I live, I die tomorrow. It's false security. Rejoice another.

I am broke and I have nothing to show to you. I'm affected and I
live my life. And I am broke in cheer and you are fucking with.
And you are nothing but a piece of shit.

I live, I give, and I thought that you were reminded of this.
But you are not so dumb, and you are not so bright. In the name of station.

Fuck how you see me now.
I am just a therapist who likes to smoke his crack. (How low),
I'm the priest that gets drunk and tries to fuck your friends.
(How low), do I look happy your low. I am the beast, that will show.

We're all, we're fucked up, we're deaf, dumb, we're blinded by your hatred. Your friendship, but we know what it is you supply.

On your bitter day your dying, and
you are not for me. And I am better to waste my time with a love,
a love that would kill.
How dare you criticize my whole life.
Catch you our of verse, you see, with nothing else left...

Your fucking dead.
Your dead.
Your dead to me, and I have gived to you. Dead, your dead.

Son of a bitch I even lived with you, and fucking with time. Yeah.
We'll it's all in the beast that cradles over you.
And it's ripped my life so dead.

Fold Your Hands

Written By: Dead7

It's something more fucked up than the beast you lay your head in bed with. It's something more fucking uglier than the sins you could hold over my head.

It's my ideas, and you will twist them 'till my thoughts are unclear. It's something that you see. It's me
I bleed, I feed, I seed.

Fold your hands and pray, shame yourself and say. It's so pretty, it's so pretty, it's all over now.
Fold your hands and pray, shame yourself and say. It's so pretty It's so pretty, it's all over now.

My ideas keeps me binded. I can't hold on to a ghost this long. No substitute. It's so fucking fake, it's likethe face your making when we make hate. It's so fuckingfake, it's like the shit you say when I'm not around. It's something personal, baby, and I am not just fine.
So take a better look. I bleed, I feed, I seed, I die.

Fold your hands and pray, shame yourself and say. It's so pretty,
it's so pretty, it's all over now. Fold your hands and pray, shame yourself and say. It's so pretty,
it's so pretty, it's all over now.

It's my hatred part that's pleasing you.
It's my jaded soul that's wooing you.
It's my loveliness that's controlling you.
And you are nothing but a pain that stains on my sore heart now.

Lights out, you will die, lights out, sugar livens me. Lights out you will die, it feeds my A.D.D. Something Bugly. Fuck this shit now. Everything that you are saying, I'm
listening. Kill my exsistence. This futuristic holocaust. Blades are sharpened. Counting the days 'till I'm gutting and cutting you.
For my vengeance.

Give me room and let me die tonight.

There she is all dressed in red.
Too bad I am color blind.
And she said she loved.
And I take her in when she spreads her legs for free.
She takes me in.

When the last leaf falls for the season she will hang me in this tree just to giggle and show her friends. When the rope finally breaks, I will get up and kill her with everything and anything within my eyesight. Brutilized, and
I'm not changing. Whoa! Petrified and I'm not changing.

Little whispers burn my ears, I heard what she said.
Little tempers, turn into fears and explode on you so, you should
just, Fold your hands and pray, shame yourself and say.
It's so pretty, It's so pretty.
It's all over now.

Lil' Boy Everything

Written By: Dead7

Fuck with this.
Something it's nothing you ever had. Bring your gun to your own fist fight, and you own death.

You are not You are not bossy to label. Raped by yourself and now nothing's so stable.

R.I.P.! my clock shows time of her
wealth, time of her death, and could she recognize me.
Porno by love.
Love's just a kiss goodnight.

R.I.P. my heart out you put me down. I am no battle to me, I don't mind. Get down on your knees and love me for one more last time.

Hold my head, I'm tired. Look what you did to me. Trade my lust for life. Poison you, poison me.

Nothing you could ever say could make me change the way, that I am looking at you now. Through these telescopic, bruised up eyes, and I will spell it out s.e.v.e.n.
Take this blow up your nose, and spit it out your fucking mouth.
Heal the child, his heart. When I realized what you did.

Trade my lust for life. Poison you, poison me. And she's so drunk, she said. R.I.P.! my clock shows
time of her wealth, time of her death, and could she recognize me?
Porno by love.
Love's just a kiss goodnight.

Whoa! Wrath of the pain.
I move in for the kill, spill blood on the porch it's for me. I don't mind.
Get down on your knees and you'll love me for one more last time. Should have got out of the bed.
It's all my fault.
Leave your ass lying dead.

And we pray this to God.
Oh my God! (God)
Give me strength to live through this. All my love (love)
love hurts not when it's never missed. It's kind of funny
how she relies only on me, and when I wake upthe beast, she'll chop off your head when your asleep. Hold my head, I'm tired. Look what you've done to me. Trade my lust for life. Poison you,
poison me.

BOOM! Pull the trigger shoot the
bigger of the two of us now.

It's kind of funny saying
look what I done to you, but you were standing there with a crucifix behind your back, but you were
crushed right there on the fucking steel flat. Cross out your mind, 'cause it's all for me and
I'll cross out your pride.
It has begun.
Got to harm the ones we love just to make all this shit work out.
Got to harm the ones we love just to make all this shit work out.

Whoa! me I'm dying, and I'm a victim of? In my possession
you want to wet yourself
MOVE!
Kinda funny how she relies on me. With a wink of an eye, I loved. I'm only 60 months in, yeah. Well, lately I feel deprived. You want to evaluate the light side of me, yeah. Well you are happy 'cause your left
with defeat, yeah.

Well, you are happy that you fucked with my pride
(Jesse's world)
I see the way.

MOVE!

Whatever it is you want to say. Whatever it is you want to say.

Discography

Dead 7 spent most of 2006 working on new material and putting out a new full length album.
The album will feature 12 songs.
It is self titled and will be released nationally
within the year 2007.

Set List

Deaf Dumb and Blind
Fold Your Hands
Puppet Man
Told Me How To Live
Little Boy Everything
13 Reasons
Crazy Child
The Floor Is Yours
Wall Panel

Dead 7's set list can be altered from an opening slot to a headlining spot.

Opening spot set's can range from 25-30 minutes to 45 minutes to 1 hour.