1. |
Separate
02:51
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VERSE
Black hands scour the earth
Probing for weakness in man
Mortals isolated alone and in fear
Want salvation in death
CHORUS
Take my hand
As we jump off of this cliff
Crash into the rocks below
An ending to a life so hollow
Take my hand
And we’ll leave your mortal life
Separate the flesh from bone
And go to our eternal home
VERSE
I am the Lord of Suicide
Collecting lost and broken souls
Ancient wings carry us into flames
And I’ll keep you all to myself
CHORUS
BRIDGE
I want your grief, terror, and sadness
I eat your pain, despair, and madness
I said jump I said jump I said jump I said…
Jump! Surrender and Jump!
CHORUS
BRIDGE
I said jump. I said jump. I said jump. I said jump. Jump.
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VERSE
I’m the horned god; half goat/demon
Shat out from this Christ child’s season
Force of evil bespoke by heathens
Leave your children broke and bleeding
CHORUS
Pray to be saved
Pray to be spared
Pray to be saved
Wahhhhgghhhh!
VERSE
No gifts will geld ghost of winter
Thrash of thorns won’t slake my temper
Too late to change deviant behavior
Petulant children beaten and tortured
CHORUS
Pray to be saved
Pray to be spared
Pray to be saved
But there will be no trace…
OUTRO
…because I’ll eat your fucking face!
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3. |
Jesus is my Respirator
02:39
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VERSE
Don’t let the plague
Deny our faith
We will still gather
And add to the horror
CHORUS
I’m sick You’re sick We’re sick Give no fucks
Jesus is my respirator
I die You die We die Give no fucks
Jesus is not going to save you
I’m sick You’re sick We’re sick Give no fucks
Jesus is my ventilator
VERSE
Freedom of speech
Trumps your life
Come to our sermons
And join in the strife
CHORUS
OUTRO
The end goal is to bring the end of life
The end goal is to bring the end
We all be in heaven when everyone left is dead
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4. |
The Death of Expertise
03:17
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THE DEATH OF EXPERTISE
VERSE
If your worldview comes from Social Media then there is something is seriously fucked up. Turn off that bullshit; the time to change is now.
Our brains are ensnared in feedback loops
Fake news data points are connected by shit
Manipulating user opinion is profit driven
Aggregated clickbait designed to garner reaction
CHORUS
Control… Complete…
And the groups all want to share this nonsense
And the racist fucks they cheer for violence
And they laugh as they all spread this madness
Every word that they read is a word they believe
BRIDGE
The death of expertise. All that you can eat. The death of expertise. Knowledge on retreat.
VERSE
Terrorist groups work by isolating members from their family and friends. How many have friends have you lost to your “new ideas”? Let’s go!
Stockpiles of data are weaponized against us
Algorithms fuel a conspiracy darkness
Propaganda engine feeds addictive information
Then the Orwellian forces utilize this schism
CHORUS
BRIDGE
The death of expertise. All that you can eat. The death of expertise. Knowledge on retreat.
CHORUS
Control… Complete…
And the groups all want to share this nonsense
And the racist fucks they cheer for violence
And they laugh as they all spread this madness
Every word that they read is a word they believe… now stops
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5. |
Trapped Spirit
02:49
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TRAPPED SPIRIT
Verse
Bound to this place
I’ve lived here for many years
A new family has come
And I float down the stairs
Chorus
Why? Why can’t you hear? My untold agony.
Wish for redress. My dream to be seen and…
Why? Why can’t you hear? Living mythology.
Hope for resolve. My sanguine homily.
Verse
A murder unsolved
This victim is still in fear
Because my remains still are
Buried under the stairs
Chorus
Why? Why can’t you hear? My untold agony. A wish for redress. My dream to be seen and…
No, no need to fear. I want to move on. Away from this place, into the arms of grace
Why? Why can’t you hear? My untold agony. A wish for redress. My dream to be seen and…
No, no need to fear. I want to move on. Away from this place, into the arms of grace.
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6. |
I Drink Myself to Death
04:03
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I DRINK MYSELF TO DEATH
Intro
I drink myself to death / Drink ‘til nothings left / I drink myself to death / Drink ‘til nothings… left!
Verse
Where am I at? Don’t know just where I woke up.
My stomach recoils. I swallow down the throw up.
I’m missing again. My wife calls all of my friends.
But I need a drink. Before I go home again.
Chorus
Drink some more / One more pour / I am passed out on the bathroom floor
Knew I swore / Drink no more / Need some more to stop this fucking shaking! (2nd time) Is that the sound of your heart breaking?
Verse
Drawn to the bar. It calls out to my weakness.
Order a drink. To drown down all this sadness.
It’s not your fault, I had no backup plan.
Insufferable drunk, but drinking’s who I am.
Chorus
Transition
Outro
I drink myself to death
Drink ‘til nothings left
I drink myself to death
Drink ‘cause you have left
*spoken word*
You must have been there
It’s where you kept all your things
But the house is now empty
And would always be
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THE OCEAN SINGS OF MURDER
CHORUS
I am the ocean. Thirsting for blood.
I am the ocean. Blood of the earth.
VERSE
I can hear the voices
No one thinks they’re real. Fuck!
It trills its words to me
The ocean sings of murdering
BRIDGE
You’ll swim no more
Don’t breach the shore
Whorls of currents are never yours
The seafoam breaks
On lives we take
The rich red blood helps corals create
VERSE
How then can I reply?
To this aquatic anomaly!
Can I resist the call?
A woman who has never killed
BRIDGE
CHORUS
I am the ocean. Thirsting for blood.
I am the ocean. Blood of the earth.
I am the ocean. I hear the call.
I am the ocean. I hear the call.
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8. |
Out of Sync
01:51
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OUT OF SYNC
Verse
Not… prone to violence
Not… prone to slaughter
But… I put the child… onto the altar!
Not… fond of groups
Not… for assault
But… I’m trapped inside… this nightmare cult!
Chorus
Sacrosanct / Out of Sync / Sacrosanct / Out of…
Verse
Drink… for her life
Drink… stash the knife
But… how can they… drink for her death!
Run… from the cult
Run… I cannot hide
And… they decide… to take my life!
Chorus
Sacrosanct / Out of Sync / Sacrosanct / Out of…
Bridge
Stabbed in the back / Sliced in the face / Tied to a stake / They cut of my head!!!
Chorus
Sacrosanct / Out of Sync / Sacrosanct / Out of Sync
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9. |
Flashpoint
03:41
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Verse
Bloomberg, Buffett, and Gates. Fight raising the minimum wage
Forced to live in our urban squalor while they make millions of dollars an hour
Sergie, Sheldon, and Musk… Don’t give a flying fuck
Cause each of them just bought …another… luxury yacht.
Bridge 1:
You live like kings, but fuck your workers, all this wealth… well it brings disorder.
How’s it like to be a piece of shit, you fucking idiots
Horrific hours, demeaning pay, parents might see their kids some day
Just to climb higher on Forbes’ richest list, well get over it.
Bridge 2:
These are sinister lines for sinister times. Push us any further and you will find.
Chorus
Our flash point. Our fucking flash point. Rrrrr Flash point.
Verse:
Bezos, Zuckerberg, and Koch… think that this is a joke
Forced to piss in your water bottles while they make millions of dollars an hour
Sergie, Sheldon, and Musk… Don’t give a flying fuck
Cause each of them just bought …another… round of their stocks.
Bridge 1:
You live like kings, but fuck your workers, all this wealth… well it brings disorder.
How’s it like to be a piece of shit, you fucking idiots
Horrific hours, demeaning pay, parents might see their kids some day
Just to climb higher on Forbes’ richest list, well get over it.
Less money to have; wage stagnation, all tied down to stop inflation.
Reduce incentives by raising billionaire’s tax; or get the axe.
The world’s gone mad and the system’s broken, trickle-down means more stock options
Time to give your workers shares of stocks, or get shot.
Bridge 2
Chorus
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10. |
This Fucking Horror
04:14
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Verse
A contagious sickness is consuming all humanity
Without a curative we are caught off guard
A pandemic rages deep throughout the biosphere
As people are needlessly perish from this politicide
This is not going to work
The oceans vomit up our discarded, tainted waste
Where there was a lush oasis, now there’s only sand
Natural disasters reorganize the population
As endless wildfires pyres are purging the land
We have failed to respond, we have no fucking plans
Chorus
THIS… FUCKING… HORROR! X2
Verse
Autocrats assimilate our remaining democracies
Armies advance if you don’t acquiesce
We punish protestors pleading for peace
And perpetuate war on the public at large
This is not going to work
Critical thinking skills are now corrupt
Echo chambers exacerbate the cull
Rogue ideologies are mainstream and vogue
While expertise and science are worthless as shit
We have failed to respond, we have no fucking plans
Chorus
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Feed the Corpses to the Pigs Albuquerque, New Mexico
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New album in October 2021 with assists from Rick Rozz (Death/Massacre), Will Putney (Fit for an Autopsy), Daniel Torgal (Analepsy), and Jelly (Void Dancer).
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