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100 Years
02:11
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entire generations born with your boot print pressed into your skull
mange festered hounds carry out your regressive inquisition
suffocating the seeds of human progress
the looming death of mankind excites your addiction to elitism
one hundred years
of the same fucking witch hunt
the faltering stilts with which you raise yourselves and are gnawed from within
would collapse if not embroidered with the sinew of the deprived
our immediate obsession with mere survival
ensures your thinly veiled, fascist reign
one hundred years
wasted
when will it fucking end?
all that we can hope for
is that the demons you sold us to keep us in check
finally grow strong enough to crawl out from under the bed
then you'll be dead
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Gasoline
00:56
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you need what you want
and what you want is the worst corruption of already unhinged intentions
you'll cross every line and commit every sin
until your shit reeks more than anyone can bear
you blew your fucking cover
you think that you're pulling the strings
but all that your dumbass can manage is to spill gasoline
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3. |
Flagellant
01:38
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cripple yourself with rebranded catholic guilt
fail to confront reality's will
maybe if you strip the skin from your back
then you'll sleep at night for as long as you fucking can
a true flagellant weeds themselves out
look out the window, it's getting dark outside
how will you approach this endless night?
will you preserve your quiet dignity?
or terrorize those who have sown the seeds of extinction
now years later at the end of your rope
with nothing to show but a derelict soul
how do you cope?
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4. |
Line Up Eat Shit
01:49
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lies gnaw on the ears of fools at gunpoint
get on your knees, dig in the dirt
malignant promises deceive the delusional
lead to think that you're building foundations
while digging the pits that'll serve as your graves
as the sweat from your brow pools into your eyes
and craters remain from where callouses are torn
watch as your efforts circle the drain
and the prospect of triumph fades away
as you raise your head with a spine crushed from the one constant in your life
and you realize that the mud caked to your skin looks like the blood of your kin
all that's left to do is to smoke 'em if you got 'em, tie on your blindfold and line up
line up, eat shit
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5. |
Brain Spike
01:36
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a simulated reality glosses over your eyes
stimulating a deliberate response
while smoothing over your fucking mind
brain spike
shocked into obsession
brain spike
follow the lights
pay attention
don't look outside
keep the fuck up
never fall behind
a flock distracted
all on the same feed
they really hit the jackpot
snuffed out all unguided thought
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6. |
Bloodlines
01:23
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thrust into a crumbling future with failing minds
all in the name of a feral need to survive
bloodlines
left unchecked the vile blood of mankind will fallow the dirt and hang in the sky
propagate nothing but self just to scramble for a world left behind
bloodlines
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Dry Socket
01:13
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break down the walls
take a good look within
condition yourself to your new domain
catch a glimpse of the control you'll never regain
just keep kicking dirt down the hole
dry socket, nothing left
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Backed Into A Corner
02:25
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wounded, miserly beast
surrounded by jackals as you wither over your hoard
bloodsucking, deadbeat fuck
if you can't have it all then what's the point
backed into a corner
hiding your entrails, baring your cracked teeth
coiling your body for one final charge
you'll drag us all to Hell before you quietly die alone
your dwindling ego has got you sweating and shaking
desperate times call for
mutual annihilations
kill 'em all
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Futile Force Tapes Athens, Georgia
Athens, GA based punk, etc. tape label
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