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Two Ply
04:46
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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
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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
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3. |
Hydra
05:15
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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
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4. |
Lepers at the Gate
05:03
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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
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5. |
Heavy Death Murder Kill
06:21
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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
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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
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7. |
Megaton
06:38
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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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Brandon White - drums
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Damon Monterrubio - bass
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