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Powdered Death
05:03
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Life utter mire, veins of powdered fire,
dead dog burning, fiend life expired.
Tract found rot, better off shot,
choking in the gutter, needle get got.
Cement grave, dopesick slave,
never remorse, path well paved.
Action only work, grams to lurk,
human light expired, dust crazed merc.
Dead inside
Not alive
Dead inside
Not alive
Locked in caged, white eyes blood red.
Locked in caged, constant bloodshed.
Locked in caged, white eyes blood red.
Locked in caged, constant bloodshed.
Slam the fucking plunger.
Will taken, will robbed by substance.
Dead body, death concoction.
Dead soul, inside and out.
Life utter mire, veins of powdered fire,
dead dog burning, fiend life expired.
Tract found rot, better off shot,
choking in the gutter, needle get got.
Cement grave, dopesick slave,
never remorse, path well paved.
Action only work, grams to lurk,
human light expired, dust crazed merc.
Dead inside
Not alive
Dead inside
Not alive
Brain poison, powdered death
Rotted dead drone
Brain poison, powdered death
Rotted dead drone
Brain poison, powdered death
Rotted dead drone
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Scalp Hunter
03:58
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See the true face of death.
Clip loaded, slide locked, armored mechanized squad: engage.
Flamer belter, skin melter, tortured brain, on queue: rage.
Dragged screaming, quartered living, dragged kicking through tribe's remains.
Shadow encompass, id the culprit, my hands are your grave.
Bones broken, mind flayed, walking tomb of decay.
Smoking, twisted, burnt, dismembered corpse of a trophy slain.
Freshly killed, scalped, unburied, laying in fields of rape.
Countless dead, unnumbered, perforated for blood to drain.
Caught in cross fire, innocent slain.
Worship my death, worship my grave.
Caught in cross fire, innocent slain.
Worship my death, worship my grave.
No hesitation, on queue bloodshed.
Weakness purged, destiny manifest.
Hop in a grave.
Bled for substance, hunted for chase.
Worship my death, worship my grave.
Bled for substance, hunted for chase.
Worship my death, worship my grave.
I'll skullfuck you with a ball-peen hammer.
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3. |
Burn Pit
04:55
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Wretched in arms, shell torn scene.
Hamlet brain repeat, corpse flayed streets.
Shell fucked amygdala.
I'm already dead, brain fucked by bloodshed.
Killed in action, post-warhead retraction.
Lamping corpse in VA, life wrecked, wasting away.
Nothing to come, just a star decor grave.
Veterancy is a life fucker.
Burn pit casualty.
Wretched in dreams, village, city, street.
Death toll peak, homefront streak.
Shell fucked amygdala.
Dead in a firefight, scammed out of a life.
Dead in a firefight, scammed out of a life.
Dead in a firefight, scammed out of a life.
Dead in a firefight, scammed out of a life.
Lamping corpse in VA, life wrecked, waste away.
Nothing to come, just a star decor grave.
Dead in a firefight, scammed out of a life.
Dead in a firefight, scammed out of a life.
Dead in a firefight, scammed out of a life.
Dead in a firefight, scammed out of a life.
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4. |
Black Volga
04:00
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Blood drains from the skull, unmistaken sign from the northstar.
Read language on walls, anti-christ slain by a summer fall.
Hands wrap my decrepit form, God's true son has been born.
The awakened thrall, I'm in your fucking walls.
I've cracked your cypher, I've spilled your gore.
Blackened by the midnight sun, reinvigorated by the moon's crawl.
Hands wrap my decrepit form, God's true son has been born.
The awakened thrall, I'm in your fucking walls.
End my life.
A lance's tip, a nail's bite.
End my life.
I don't wanna be alive.
Booze addiction.
Thorazine prescription.
I've already seen inside.
Lord said: skin alive.
Booze addiction.
Thorazine prescription.
End my life.
Blood drains from the skull, unmistaken sign from the northstar.
Read language on walls, anti-christ slain by a summer fall.
Hands wrap my decrepit form, God's true son has been born.
The awakened thrall, I'm in your walls.
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5. |
Urbanite
04:51
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Blood over a cross.
Walked into a grave.
Blood over a cross.
Process of decay.
Hand on the scythe prophet of strife.
Grain over life, grain over life.
Fracture to the bone, barren withered soul.
Grain over, grain over life.
Unto my hands lay thy strife.
Feel the wrath of a 'knave'.
Urbanite life, skill unrefined.
Topic of utter shame.
Throttled in blood, yet nothing died.
Life in only name.
Loaded and refined, dead inside.
Hand the soil's slave.
Poison my air, burn my pines,
rot in a tomb buried alive.
Caged in a life of repetition, unaware, uncaring, unabashed.
The days are short, and lives cheap.
I'm disgusted, disgusted to even be in the same species as you.
There is a crime here that goes beyond denunciation.
There is a failure here that topples all of our success.
Soul Burning
Soul Taken
Soul Burning
Soul Taken
Hand on the scythe prophet of strife.
Grain over life, grain over life.
Fracture to the bone, barren withered soul.
Grain over, grain over life.
Blood for my grain, for my grain, land of southbound reign.
Blood for my grain, for my grain, land of southbound reign.
Upon an ancestry removed, a people waylaid.
I coat myself in blood of foreign name.
The plow that broke the plains.
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6. |
Landscape Suicide
05:17
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Pain in every pore, dragged forwards.
Hear without word, gored from inside.
Thought without core, killed by sand grain.
Incomprehensible cage of only pain.
Chains of Belial, trapped in a dead earth.
Blind in both eyes, frenzy intensified.
Speech without word, willing hivemind.
Pinned by the weight of a landscape suicide.
No hope at all
No hope at all
No hope at all
No hope at all
Pain in every pore, dragged forwards.
Hear without word, gored from inside.
Thought without core, killed by sand grain.
Incomprehensible cage of only pain.
Chains of Belial, trapped in a dead earth.
Blind in both eyes, frenzy intensified.
Speech without word, willing hivemind.
Pinned by the weight of a landscape suicide.
No hope at all
No hope at all
No hope at all
No hope at all
Back broken, manhole trapped, pooling blood forms.
Wracked internally, dead end trapped, mind internal war.
Corridors filled with viscera, eyelids encased by gore.
Hung by armpits in perpetuity, eternity defined by scorn.
No hope at all
No hope at all
Back broken, manhole trapped, pooling blood forms.
Wracked internally, dead end trapped, mind internal war.
Corridors filled with viscera, eyelids encased by gore.
Hung by armpits in perpetuity, eternity defined by scorn.
No hope at all
No hope at all
No hope at all
No hope at all
Pain in every pore, dragged forwards.
Hear without word, gored from inside.
Thought without core, killed by sand grain.
Incomprehensible cage of only pain.
Chains of Belial, trapped in a dead earth.
Blind in both eyes, frenzy intensified.
Speech without word, willing hivemind.
Pinned by the weight of a landscape suicide.
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7. |
I Should've Ended You
04:15
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Rapping your head off the cement till crack.
Pooling blood as vision turns black.
Face left disfigured, teeth in a stack.
Body left lamping after attack.
Face
Caved-in
Un
Recognizable
I wasn't thorough
I didn't think
Know I should've ended you
Breathing my air
Walking, with time
Should've fucking ended you
Rapping your head off the cement till crack.
Pooling blood as vision turns black.
Face left disfigured, teeth in a stack.
Body left lamping after attack.
Face
Caved-in
Un
Recognizable
I wasn't thorough
I didn't think
Know I should've ended you
Breathing my air
Walking, with time
Should've fucking ended you
Beaten
Left Bleeding
Rocked
Yet Breathing
Beaten
Left Bleeding
Rocked
Yet Breathing
You'll wake up in a grave.
Taste of steel toed-
Beaten
Left Bleeding
Rocked
Yet Breathing
Beaten
Left Bleeding
Rocked
Yet Breathing
You'll wake up in a grave.
Taste of steel toed hangs.
I know what I should've done, instead of being locked in cold cell, chained with only my own regret to consider.
Should've finished the job.
Limping obsequiously away from the lines of white chalk.
In a cell of only my regret.
Know what I should've done.
Should've ended you.
Should've ended you.
Need your gore.
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