1. |
ruins
02:33
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bought and sold for a song
and they keep on digging
trends so force fed
who’s fuckin buying
social manipulation
giving ourselves away
need to feel complete
basking in the better days
still fighting
still finding a way
narrow followers
pursuits of the blind
identity lost
on ill influenced minds
i remember another time
where we danced and sang
rejected what they gave to us
and fought this fucked up game
age of distraction
watch time slip away
slowly feeling nothing
dreaming of another way.
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bastards
04:46
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machines of death unleashed and the bastards come for us all
faceless leaders consume themselves as we watch the system fall
flag waving mindless say we’re free, yet the tired never sleep
toting their guns and bibles, yet the hungry never eat
freedoms we preach, only the few and we leave the cold to freeze
wealth as a cancer consuming and the greed will never cease
land of the hopeless, locked in a cage
home of the misled, posing as brave
consumed by poison in body and mind
sheep dressed as wolves led by the blind
prey on the desperate, monotized lives and the bastards never stop
labor for profit, selling us our dreams and the pigs run the top
fighting for something, scratching our way to the top
all i seek is to leave no trace of existence when we’re gone
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decay
03:11
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in the grip of reality, disguised as a nightmare
capital greed profiting on fear
mass distraction, destruction of mind
waving the flag of the wolf, relentlessly unkind
in the throes of sedition we decay
inflation in excess, man made deceit
locked up humanity, a chokehold on the weak
torment from birth, we slip away
until the end, when we decay
when we decay
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4. |
herd
01:52
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we live the lies our fathers gave us
we shake the hands of the ones that break us
fear instilled, tie the noose
buy your way out of primal pursuits
culled herd, what's it worth
culled herd, never making it home
years of prey find extinction
new breed born without reason
hunt the hunters, awakening souls
seeking the truth with no concept of gold
sadistic slaughter rooted in tradition
how many more dead without a reason
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outlier
04:58
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outlier, i’ve been sentenced
a liar, the texts embodiment
fuck penance, we’ve no sins to begin with
i embrace sedition
a bright future, within dimmed vision
you pray but fiction can’t listen
sowing discourse through division
oppressive indoctrination
under the guise of good intentions
a bright future, within dimmed vision
you pray fiction can’t listen
sowing discourse through division
a reclamation of will, autonomy of mind
a reclamation of will, autonomy is mine
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6. |
warlord
04:07
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mortars never sleep, war through the seasons
the fires never cease, bloodshed without reason
and we fight like dogs tasting the lead
living a nightmare, better off dead
age of the weary, always wanting more
never know what we fight for
warlord counting the deaths, success measured in blood
we stand facing the flames, try to get right with god
as the children weep, family torn apart
look at the monsters we’ve become
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slow end Tacoma, Washington
hardcore punk from tacoma, washington
booking: slowend253@gmail.com
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