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Xenocide
03:55
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Your fallacy - you assume a mortal sin
For differing ways of life, or different shades of skin
Supremacy - advocating genocide
Kill the real enemy - go commit suicide
Fear and paranoia strike to the bone
Blurring the line between mankind and God
Future of the species, factors unknown
All hope is lost...
Dying species, unashamed
Moral sickness, unrestrained
Nothing ventured, nothing gained
When all is gone... when all is gone
Moral tombs, consecrated
Suffer, plead and die, or fall in line
Iron-fisted spite, a loss of self-control
Landmass wombs, breeding hatred
Colour, creed, humanity despised
Nothing's black or white - a loss of common sense
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Fatalistic Type
04:14
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Desperate for glory, beg for attention, seeking the stage for the thrill
Yet faultless in blame, useless in action, and lacking in cognitive skill
Drawn to your prey like a moth to the flame, resorting to sheer imitation
Eight years of stress and you honestly thought that there'd be no retaliation?
How does it feel, for all in your life, to stem from your hate for another?
Stalking, abusing and lying for gain, and throwing your name in the gutter?
Original thoughts you'd mistake for tumors, just eat a bullet to cure
Abusing an angel doesn't make you a man, you're nothing but fucking manure
No life left to waste on infantile fools
Supremacy before reason
Like a fire before the fuel
Wasted time to expose your crime
The king of thieves dethroned
I'm the lock to your cell, that you've plunged straight to hell
You waste of space, just leave me the fuck alone
I'm sick of your crap and I'm taking a stand, why don't you just call it quits?
You can't understand why you're less of a man, why nobody gives a shit
Your vengeance falls flat, your career suicide strips you of all you hold dear
Your battle was won, but your war has been lost - so just disappear
For I am your nightmare, the one that you fear
Petulant self-absorbed weak mimicry
Blinded by ego, so self guaranteed
A wastrel not even worth naming outright
Live with the shame, forever christened the Fatalistic Type
Go fuck yourself
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3. |
Nothing to Gain
03:58
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I’ve created a monster from my own genetic information
Haphazardly spawning clones, short form, half-baked shithouse pretenders
The next webzine to tug my beard is going to get an education
On the dangers of, tantric genre masturbation
This thing that we all helped create
Has been hijacked by reprobates
Spread so thin, 'come so absurd
The time has come to cull the herd
I've spent my life on stage, and learned to enjoy, the simple things
No online quest, farming likes, like Sonic, collects rings
Whilst they've sewn on patches, I've sewn up wounds
I'm sick of this shit, fuck this dying scene in which we're entombed
This thing you've plunged to disrepair
Hide behind your nom de guerre
All our saving throws deferred
The time has come to cull the herd
Concealing our self-service with thin veils of chivalry
Behind the masks lie naught but webs of greed and apathy
Bloated, bursting, overblown, artistic holocaust
No fame, fortune, dignity shall await you now all is lost
Obscene, inbred
Thrashing deceased equine
The dream, is dead
We've been sold short, sold out, sold down the line
Nothing ventured
Nothing gained
Nothing left but dust
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4. |
Death Comes to Time
02:01
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Fear a greater evil
When torture infiltrates
Worlds torn asunder
Judged by their own confessional hate
We serve the many
Till the many are one
Until the final twilight falls
And Death Comes to Time
The psychic war rages on
Ground assaults to purge
Declare themselves as gods
Divinity denies the urge
Resistance to rise
Brings infinite death
An obstinate world
Falls to plagues of stolen breath
In the temple of the fourth
The planet bathed in blood
No child of Earth is known
Humanity is never understood
We serve the many
Till the many are one
Until the final twilight falls
And Death Comes to Time
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5. |
Forced to Fend
06:51
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Do it they said
You’ve got talent, you’ve got charisma
You’ve got balls
Well fuck you, I don’t answer when government calls
Forced to fend
For myself in the eye of the whole wide world
When will it end?
Takes a big man to admit he needs his friends
Running for your life
A totalitarian state, fuelled by hate
Of the underdogs
The foreign and the poor - oppressed once more
No pain, no gain
Government scum will make us run
For our basic human rights
Go ahead do it 'fore we all lose our heads
Belittled by fiends
Hell bent on withholding what by rights
Should be mine
You cold blooded bastards, I’ll break your goddamn spines
Christmas Tree
This saw’s a part of me, I’ll make it a part of you
Keep it
I’m Ben Richards - I’m one mean motherfucker
Dropped like vermin into a maze
Got a Christmas Tree driller killer giving me chase
Had a custom-made buzzsaw blade pushed in my face
And I'm running like a demon to get out of this place
Punished for a crime that I didn't commit
They said I was a butcher but that's fucking bullshit
Now I'm running for my life on live TV
With a studio audience laughing at me
I can't take much more of this, I just want to be free
Got to be the grit in their oiled machine
Out of the game, destroy them and their all-controlling regime
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6. |
Lost Elation
05:27
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I feel I'm floating now
High up from the ground
The ravens closing in, I'm showing fear, I'm shaking
The knife will run tonight
Seething crimson ties
Feel no connection, chained direction, sudden tension
I know I'm freedom bound, yet the world is watching.
The strain is forcing me to back down.
Do the tired never wake? Do they hear no voices?
Decide another day to find my Lost Elation
Would my vision be a dream,
If the nights were shorter?
Yet when daylight kneeds its way I see all room to faulture.
As a final straw again
Like repeating time each day
The fire calls me in to feel the yearning unseen
I know I'm freedom bound, yet the world is watching.
The strain is forcing me to back down.
Do the tired never wake? Do they hear no voices?
Decide another day to find my Lost Elation
Foresaken life
The trial is mine
Walk alone
Stay unknown
Or raise your flag
Take your throne
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7. |
Gears of Distortion
02:13
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Hail the great and twisted show the cancer of our mind
Spinning fear and misery to keep us all in line
Truth machine grinding on creates alternate facts
The great unwashed the blind led sheep swallow them whole
Listen with caution, the Gears of Distortion
Processed abortion, the Gears of Distortion
Breaking loose within the news threads of fact are spun
Time will come before too long we'll live under the gun
The great dictator new world order money is king
Fascism becomes the norm oh how the whips will sting
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Vision is blurring, my limbs growing numb
Exhausted and sick
Struggling to breathe, to think straight or see
Vibrations constrict
Scarred - fears of both future and past
Course through my head
Frantic and hopeless anxieties dragging like lead
The dream is dead
Nothing ventured
And nothing gained
Just mass confusion
No one left to help me stop the pain
Beaten and broken, in both life and love
Completely depressed
Forever put down, and no one's first choice
Always second best
Cursed - waste not your worry on wastrels
On one such as I
Heart and mind shattered, and happiness lost unto time
Just begging to die
Nothing ventured
And nothing gained
Just mass confusion
No one left to help me stop the pain
I'm hard to impress
Yet harder to kill
A failure at both life and death
A life of agony, forever unfulfilled
Inverse wealth of creeping dread
Within the turmoil's rage
Conquer the oncoming fear
Advance to the next stage
Like the sorrowing old man
At eternity's gate
Alleviation will harmonise
Those moments of grief and pain
Woe to conquered and woe to the slave
I am the master and you will obey
A tower of sin who'd die if he could
In suffering and death, not worth my weight in...
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I'll be the ticket if you're my collector
I've got the fare if you're my inspector
I'll be the luggage, if you'll be the porter
I'll be the parcel if you'll be my sorter
Just for you here's a love song
And it makes me glad to say
It's been a lovely day
And it's okay
I'll be the mail, you'll be the guard
I'll be the ink on your season ticket card
I'll be the rubbish, you'll be the bin
I'll be the paint on the sign if you'll be the tin
Just for you here's a love song
And it makes me glad to say
It's been a lovely day
And it's okay
It's okay
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10. |
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It would be the best
Everyone could go to hell
Turn into yourself
Always someone else
Don't need sympathy
Smile it's nothing but teeth
I'll keep my integrity
Even if I have to sleep on the street
Look around what are you doing
You think god's inside you
Telling people what to do
You don't know who are you
It would be the best
Everyone could go to hell
Turn into yourself
Always someone else
Don't need sympathy
Smile it's nothing but teeth
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I always thought we'd be together
And that our love could not be better
Well with no warning you were gone
I still don't know what went wrong
You don't know what I've been through
Just want to put my love in you
No more nights
Of blood & fire
All those special memories
Now I bleed for you - burn for me
Perhaps I was just dreaming
When I think these things had real meaning
You don't know what I've been through
Just want to put my love in you
Love eternal
Lust infernal
Bleeding, burning
Needing, yearning
I see your face in every flame
With no answers I have only myself to blame
Of all the women I have know - they're not you
I'd rather be alone
No more nights of blood
No more nights of fire
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