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The Blank Standard

by The Blank Standard

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1.
Two Ply 04:46
The product Of weak-willed faux-ambition Now The breaking Foundations half-constructed in shit The promise An act of restoration Tarnished and blemished By those who dare not the paths of the sun Never-ending Prosperity You will not strive to build it Now A reckoning Damning all For failing to reach for the sky By the end of all of the corners you've cut There you stand A half-assed nothing Claiming something Real Soul dysentery You swill in it The filth of it It's all over your hands Your lips And leaking out of your brain We will Live To see the end Of all this fake impunity Then we'll claw out our eyes Wishing to weep for our lies These pillars of shit Aren't worth the tears We wipe yet remain... Yet remain unclean Your Weak will Your Trite mind Self Aggrandized Sloth King-sized Ever the proud Self-congratulatory Basked in the pale glow of mediocre Stool Your weak will Is ripe for the crushing Your trite mind Is ripe for the washing These bloated bowels Are ripe for the flushing Are sore from the scrubbing With shredded excuse for a wipe No amount of diluted pulp Can sop it up Can save you from Shitting your life away Frantically You try To cover up To staunch it up with nothing more than paper-thin Poor excuses To soak it up The mess Sprayed from an anus That's pulsing and heaving A watery goo Saturated with regret Of dreams only dreamed Goals only set Never attained No
2.
Victimized The right to die Feel the hunger Awake to appetite Rolling hard with nothing on my mind But murder and the chunks of flesh upon our tongues They've got guns but we don't care All we want is to feast upon their families Zombified Intensified We are Hunger personified We must feed We must eat We must feed Society has been consumed With constant eating the dead now reign Collective hunger replaces culture and chaos is the law of glut and appetite Pain and guilt are sensations we no longer feel Our only burden is the lead in our chests Life and death are meaningless, vacuous We are nothingness ....must feed We must eat We must feed
3.
Hydra 05:15
Lurking In the depths Of your mind Where you’re never safe from the Pain Fear Cold, hard reality Mixed with the worst of imaginings A bold foray Cutthroat melee It’s frothing in your face A small victory is but a ruse To draw you Deeper into the pit Each blow dealt is but a catalyst For resurrecting, multiplying terror Remove the head And out of the stump Behold, twice fold The beast renewed We are legion Godless Devour us all We only want to be stuck Deep inside your throat Drowning in the darkness We vomit horror In the mouth of the prideful The snout of the willing We are Hydra, The devil of many heads We only want to strangle Your pathetic soul Ripping, twisting, feasting upon your despair To drag you down on the way to the top of the well The more you engage us The deeper we bore The more you entertain us Like worms in a long-dead corpse We bore Come Now Sit down at the table Of a game that you can't win We didn't ask to be here You invited us in There's personal demons And then there's this A many-headed serpent With a crippling kiss And the promise Of relentless bottomless slow decay A small victory is but a ruse To draw you Deeper into the pit Each blow dealt is but a catalyst For resurrecting, multiplying terror Remove the head And out of the stump Behold, twice fold The beast renewed We are legion Godless Devour us all We only want to be stuck Deep inside your throat Drowning in the darkness We vomit horror In the mouth of the prideful The snout of the willing We are Hydra, the devil Of many heads We only want to strangle Your pathetic soul Ripping, twisting, feasting On your despair To drag you down on the way to the top of the well We exist to shroud the light To breed with fear And spawn a host of plagues Incessantly whispering In Your Ear Despair
4.
The ungrateful leper still rots inside his soul Embedded in his shell, the spirit of decay Twice blessed, twice pissed away Bitter and lazy, feeble and cold Entitled to nothing, no Tell me can you hear the echoes of the cock crow I’m not the hypocrite who crucified Christ I’m just the coward who spits upon his throne I’m not the deviant who preys upon the weak I’m just indifferent, and sorry, so sorry…. I’m not the hypnotist preaching to the fools I’m just the unconvinced, the uninspired mule I Am A traitor to my God I deny thee With my apathy I deny thee If I am nothing more than the moral content of my actions Then I am a failure I am a detriment If I am nothing more than the excuses for my inaction Then I am a parasite I am a carrion I am a vulture Pecking at the corpse of Christ I am a vulture Doing nothing to improve this world of vice I am a deviant I am a detriment I am a vulture If I am nothing more than A weak-willed pile of vile excuses Then I’ll be turned away I Am A deviant I Am A detriment I Am A parasite I Am A vulture I deny thee I deny thee
5.
Alone I stand defiant A switch flipped inside to go Beyond The rational person’s end Give in to the murder urge Give in to the strangle-rage Satisfy the violence that’s welling up, throwing up Gut them all and bleed the pain Stab the throat and watch it rain Become the butcher that’s screaming for license to... Kill In burning rage There was a time When I thought I could control the rage But now it’s gone Now it’s gone I feel the need The need to stab them in the face Bask in murder Pigs for slaughter Barely human Filth for gutter Forget they are Sons and daughters Lose control, Kill It’s the only way My lips Are soaked, not sober Drunk with a slaughter-high Blood and hot saliva clash Mixing bitter consequence Impotent to hold me back Regret is nothing to my Sweet Burning Rage There was a time When I thought I could control the rage But now it’s gone Now it’s gone I feel the need The need to stab them in the face Bask in murder Pigs for slaughter Barely human Filth for gutter Forget they are Sons and daughters Lose control, Kill It’s the only way Pigs Will pay Pigs For Slaughter There was a time When I thought I could control the rage But now it’s gone Now it’s gone
6.
Shamed from Liberation Abhorred This blasted face Eyes wide and cruel obliterate A wretch A writhing beast A reviled bastard soul But on what grounds have we to don The robes of condemnation? Those colored worthless in our eyes Worship the image we paint Embracing it with self-disdain Lips curled with indignation Such disgust For those who act the part for us That none were meant to play In turn, you clothe yourself with scabs… …and serpents for your crown A wicked light in the eyes Ashes in your mouth Beyond The dead The damned Are we Gone We are stone Stone We become The accuser Stricken, immobile Ugly, without hope A ripple The attention Of the unwanted one Casts its frigid glair Upon liquid glass And now we break into a trance A deadly staring contest No punches pulled None overstated Blighted, was the view that I Haunted my ever-waking lies Self-condemned no amount of mercy can forgive what never was sinned Now a real and bloodied image Awaits the call Come, look into the pool Come, look in You hear my voice and you see my face Don't pretend that you don't know... Don't know my name I know yours... Transfixed, not terrified Once the waters call no turning away See me...see me No more serpents for your crown A wicked light in the eyes Flickers out Ashes on the ground The image drowns
7.
Megaton 06:38
Sludging it out Trudging the trenches Trying to breathe through a mask that doesn't work I didn't ask for this I didn't want to be the price paid For three meters of dirt Fix the bayonets Heart pumping Hear the whistle blow Start running I'm not thinking of crown or country as I make this fateful dash The curse of generations past The souls of the dead point the hollow finger The souls of the living Hang their heads All one Packed into a megaton The shockwave reverberates Here I sit An easy-chair killer Don't even have to look em in the eye But I do have to choke back bile and tears In the mirror A mug-shot unclassified Burned upon the screen An image Of the last they'll ever breathe So distant... But I know that it's more than pixels as I go ahead and press the button The curse of generations now The souls of the dead Point the hollow finger The souls of the living Hang their heads All one Packed into a megaton The shockwave reverberates Ever changing The face of war Beneath the visage The devil remains the same Ever the same Some Deny The consequences A lie Un-telling it, I Can see my face It died Under the fear The pride Of those who would gain Their shallow desire and Douse The World In flame Drown All Hope In blame All murdered the same A flashpoint hymn Can't be unsung Seared into the tongues Of those who can no longer bear witness To the Endless circuit Sublimated Body and spirit, tectonic demise Irradiated Eyes Scorched Retina Vaporized Inhale The charred Chemical noxious skies Ingest our disease

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released November 2, 2018

The Blank Standard is:
Brandon White: Drums & Vocals
Eric Burns: Guitars
Paul Gravdal: Bass

Recorded, Engineered, and Mixed by Paul Gravdal.
Produced by Paul Gravdal, with Eric Burns and Brandon White.
Artwork by Anthony Christopher.

This album was begotten in pain and perseverance. All drums performed by Brandon White. All guitars performed by Eric Burns. All bass performed by Paul Gravdal. Lead vocals performed by Brandon White. Backing vocals performed by Eric Burns, Paul Gravdal, and Brandon White.
Special thanks to members-emeritus: Kevin Libby, Matt Widuch, and Wade Ball for having shared the beginnings of this band together. Extra special thanks to Kevin Libby for your song-writing contributions. This album is dedicated to our families and everyone who kept encouraging us throughout the challenges encountered during the recording process and the reemergence of The Blank Standard.

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The Blank Standard Chicago, Illinois

The Blank Standard exists to create BRUTAL BONE-CRUSHING METAL.

The Blank Standard is:
Brandon White - drums
Eric Burns - guitars
Damon Monterrubio - bass
Brandon White - vokillz

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