1. |
Dead In Absentia
02:00
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I don't know this place,
Plenty I don't know.
But I think I knew it's name,
That was long ago.
Unrecognisable;
The scars from the attacks,
All signs pointing down,
All roads lead to collapse.
Soul is dead.
Heart is gone.
Now we're moving,
Swiftly on.
Tears in eyes.
Rage in head.
My fair maiden,
Lays down dead.
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2. |
Morality Sanctions
03:50
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Morality sanctions,
Mandated sympathy,
Line up for your hand-outs,
Subsidised misery.
No more grinning faces,
At least not naturally,
Look into the eyes of your monster,
You birthed this atrocity.
Modern man is worthless,
Held up by coward's spine,
So keep crying "REVOLUTION,"
When you know you'll fall in line.
He cares not for his culture,
He cares not for his tribe,
Only when his stomach's empty,
Does he realise he's alive.
No good feelings.
No good feelings.
No good feelings.
No good feelings.
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3. |
Runt Of The Litter
01:30
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Anarchy by conduct.
Rebellious product.
Tumour revolution.
Unite against a movement.
Hear the bourgeoisie calling,
Dark days ahead are dawning.
Red and black skies at morning;
Black sunset sent them sprawling.
Dreams in head,
Hope in heart,
Of tearing this,
Nation apart.
How did we come,
To sink so low?
Our Communists,
Wear designer clothes.
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4. |
Social Vermin
02:55
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Whispers,
In the gutter,
Burnt bridges that,
They're living under,
Now we see the godless man,
Live in fear of irrelevance.
Lightning,
Strikes,
But never,
Twice.
Money, power, fame,
Unimaginable shame.
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5. |
No Hope Syndrome
03:56
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Wonder turns to stone.
Giant in the bone.
Dust is statuesque.
Death is in the flesh.
I accept my fate.
I'll drag around this weight.
Erode until it's gone.
What have I become?
Starving on empty stomachs,
Clawing for the light,
A thousand years have gone to waste,
And you refused to fight.
Can't breathe.
Can't cope.
No spine.
No hope.
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6. |
Pretty Little Thing
03:31
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Admiration,
Turns into complacence.
You dream to dance and sing,
You pretty little thing.
Family are nothing,
But stepping stones or broken.
You spit on all your kin,
You pretty little thing.
Vapid. Useless.
Not brave enough to do this.
You're devoid of anything,
You pretty little thing.
Decline, descended,
Not the life that you intended.
In decadence and sin,
You pretty little thing.
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7. |
Cop Killer
00:37
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Now there will be no talk of peace,
While there's hatred in my voice,
Now your gun's against my head,
So make your fucking choice.
Let's get it over with.
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8. |
Tribal Identity
00:31
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Who are you,
Discarding name or occupation?
Who are you,
With no tribe or nation?
Who are you,
With no culture or creed?
Who are you?
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9. |
Pre-Made Obituaries
00:59
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Everyone's dead,
Until someone dies,
Rearing your head,
They're no longer alive.
Everyone's calm,
Until someone freaks.
Not worth your weight,
In the air that you breathe.
Smoke up your arse,
Coins on your eyes,
Everyone's dead,
Until someone dies.
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10. |
Natural Parasite
02:48
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Like a maggot,
Writhing in a corpse,
Your presence here,
Means that all is lost.
He's used to being a nomad,
But he can't seem to take flight.
His greedy stomach weighs him down,
He's a natural parasite.
With gold he lines his pockets,
With blood he lines his grin,
He'll worm his way into his host,
And he'll eat you from within.
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11. |
Sewage Entities
01:49
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Drink yourself half to death,
Then half to death again,
Head is like your empty glass;
There's nothing in your brain.
Lip is bust but tongue intact,
A hailstorm of broken glass,
Razor sharp, unlike your wit,
Drown in blood and piss and spit.
Drinking, brawling, fighting, fun?
You're pissing off near everyone.
They said it's not good for your health,
Might as well have slit your throat yourself.
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12. |
Gallows Hill
03:10
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And so you get away,
With a slap on the wrist,
While some other poor fuck,
Deals with what you did.
Lucid dreams;
Asleep at the wheel.
Drive out all mercy,
I could ever feel.
We have failed you,
All of us.
We have failed you,
All of us, weak.
Weak.
Weak.
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Morality Sanctions Selby, UK
Angry, relentless grindy sludge project. Hope you enjoy.
Social media is my other project, Suicide Triangle.
facebook.com/SuicideTriangle
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