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CULT
02:22
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MY THOUGHTS ARE TIED
ONE FIGHTING EACH OTHER
I FOUND MY FREEDOM
TRAPPED BETWEEN FOUR WALLS
BETTER THAN NO ONE
BUT THE ONE I WAS BEFORE
I CUT THE CORD
I'M FROZEN TO THE CORE
I SOLD FUN TO GET STRENGTH
SAY NO WORD AND GET BENT
BETTER FAR AND MUTE
FAR AND MUTE, CRASS AND RUDE
LIPS CLOSED TIGHT SO YOU DON'T DROWN IN THE TRUTH
TRUTH
THE SITUATION CRYSTALIZED
BOTH VICTIM AND BLADE
TWISTED AS A CYPHER
DEFENDING THE SIGNIFIED
NO FRIENDS, NO FUN, NO HIGHLIFE TARGET
BOUNDED BY OBSESSIONS
AND HIDDEN AS A BLACK CULT
MY LIFE IS A CYCLE OF PAIN, LABOUR, AND STRESS DRAIN
STILL TROUBLES
STILL SO MUCH AVERSION
THIS IS ALL I'VE GOT
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THE SAME CRAP, THE SAME GAP
BETWEEN YOUR EARS AND YOUR BRAIN
YOU SPREAD MUD, THEN DRY FUCK
I CAN SEE CLEAR IN THE BLANKS
I FEEL LIKE A STRANGER ANYWHERE
THIS SHIT IS CLEARER AND CLEARER
REAL DEAL IS OVER THE BORDER
IF GRASS AIN'T GREENER IN THE NEIGHBOUR'S LOT
I SWEAR WHAT I SEE HERE IS EARTH AND DUST
COME AND GO
THIS MUSIC DOESN'T MEAN JACK TO YOU.
NO ONE’S IMPRESSED BY YOUR SHIT.
TIME AFTER TIME SO MANY PEOPLE QUIT THIS SHIT.
THEN THEY'RE NO WHERE TO BE FOUND.
DEDICATION
MEDALS FOR ACTION
STILL TRYING TO GET A LIFE
EARS ARE CLOSING
EGO'S GROWING
WHAT'S NEXT IS
UNPREDICTABLE
WE CRUSH WE MOVE WE AIN'T GOT NOTHING TO PROVE
NOTHING TO PROVE
WE GOT NOTHING TO PROVE
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SUPREME
02:22
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SHEEPS FUCKIN’ EACH OTHER
TO REACH A CROWN MADE OF SHIT
TWO-FACED RETARDS CRAWLING
IN THE MIDDLE OF BEASTS
I’LL BE THE REEF THAT RIPS YOU
WHEN YOU’LL LEAP FROM THE CLIFF
BUT YOU CAN TRY TO FOOL ME , STILL
WE MOTHERFUCKIN’ BREAK THE DRILL
SHELL PROOF, WON’T GO SMOOTH
WHEN WE’LL MAKE YOU PAY THE BILL
SUPREME, WITH THE REAL, DEEP
YOU KNOW THE DEAL, OBLITERATION MACHINE
COMPETITION, BRINGS QUALITY
CHOKE WITH YOUR LOYALTY
YOU’RE LIKE ALL THE NYMPHOMANIACS THAT YOU FUCKED
YOU CAUGHT THE STD’S OF THE BANDS THAT YOU SUCKED
GOZZLE DOWN MY MUCK, KEEP ASKING FOR OUR CRACK
STILL B-RAY GLASSES ON.
THE FLOOR IS ROTTING, THE FOUNDATIONS ARE WEAK
CHOICES ARE PRIMARY,GOALS MILES AWAY FROM WHAT YOU CAN CONCEIVE
SUPREME
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POISON MY NAME
02:42
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A FEW YEARS AS AN OUTCAST, LEADING TO A SOCIAL SUICIDE
I'M GETTING FAR FROM OPEN HEARTS PICTURES
AS THE BARS ARE STAYING COLD
EVERYTHING, FUCKED UP IN A SECOND
AS THE LIES ARE TOO BIG, AND MY PRIDE HAS BEEN SOLD
STAY LOCKED STAY FUCKED IN YOUR CERTITUDE
BEING THE FIRST TO BITE, WHEN THE WEIRD COMES TOO CLOSE TO YOU
CHANGES AND CHOICES, YOU NEVER KNEW
"IF YOU'RE NOT NOW YOU NEVER WERE"
SO I'M WRONG TO BE RIGHT
LABELS BURNING ON THE BLACKEST NIGHT
POISON IS BACK, THEY YELL IT ON THE BROADCAST
IT'S OFFICIAL THEY TESTIFY
REASON IS CRAP, ANOTHER STONE, ANOTHER BOX
STICK IN THEIR EYES, STRAW IN THEIR MINDS
POISON IS BACK, MAJOR ATTACK, IVORY BLACK
YOU REMAIN SO PREDICTABLE
STAY FUCKIN’ SURE, I’M SO PITIFUL
CHEERS TO THAT PERVERSIVE INSANITY
A TOAST, TO THAT EVERLASTING STALKING HORSE
ANOTHER EVIDENCE, THAT YOUR MEANINGLESS LIFE
COULD NOT GET WORSE
ONE EIGHT TWO FIVE HOURS
ONE HATE TO HANG COWARDS
THE WORST THE SOUND, THE BIGGEST THE MOUTH,
YOU'RE SO FAR FROM WHAT I BECAME EVEN WITH THE PUREST
SHIT IN MY VEINS, YOUR THROAT IN MY HANDS
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CONTINUOUS CASTING
01:53
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DIGGIN' THE FACES,SNEAKING IN DITCHES, CURES ARE WORSE THAN DISEASES
THEY DISMANTLE SAFETY TRIGGERS, IN A SYSTEM INFESTED BY FLEAS
PAID FROM OUR POCKETS, LET THEM POISON OUR MINDS
A GENERATION, GIVING AWAY THEIR LIVES
MEDECINE RESISTANT BODIES, SCIENCE TOO FAR GONE
( WE'RE NOT THE ONLY ONES AFRAID FOR A REASON)
WHICH PLAGUE WILL AFFECT, THE SON OF MY SON ?
CONTRADICTION
SO DISTANT FROM THE POINT
TO SAVE TIME AND AVOID CONFRONTATION
WE ARE WHAT WE EAT, WE'RE EATING WHAT WE ARE
PURE PRODUCTS OF OVERPRODUCTION
FORCING, FILTH DOWN YOUR THROAT
YOU DO, AS YOU’RE FUCKING TOLD.
CONSUME
SEEDS AND LEAVES, PROGRESS AND BREACHES
SUCKED BY GOVERNEMENT LEECHES
WE'VE CREATED OUR MAIN THREAT, AND INFECTED OUR BLOOD
WE'RE THE CAUSE OF THE TRAINWRECK AND THE CASUALTIES.
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CLEAVED DIAMOND
01:58
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PRESSURE ON MY SHOULDERS
AND IF I LOSE MY LIFE BEFORE MY MILK TEETH
GROWN UPS TOLD ME IT'S WORTH THE SACRIFICE
SO I'LL GO FURTHER, FOR SURE I ACT FOR PEACE
AUTOMATIC TOYS, ANGEL FACED WARRIORS, NO FUCKING LAW TO FLOOR
CIVILIZATION, YOUTH USED AS WEAPONS, WAKE UP AND POUND THE GROUND
THERE ARE TRUTH LIKE THESE, STUCK BETWEEN TWO FLOORS,
THE ONE WE WANT TO HIDE, THE ONE YOU WANT TO USE
SO SHUT THE DRAWERS
BRILLIANT ON THE PICTURES, COMMISSIONED BY SCRIPTURES
MY CHILDHOOD OFFERED IN THE BLOOD
NO FEAR OF ANYONE OR ANYTHING
YOU'RE NO JUDGE, JUST ANOTHER WHITE STRANGER
YOU'VE SHOT YOUR THIRD WORLD PROBLEMS
SNATCHED FROM THE ROOTS, YOU CAN'T UNDERSTAND,
MY NEED OF VENGEANCE, MY SURGE OF ANGER
THE ORIGIN IS FAR BEHIND
TRUE REASONS HIDDEN, SHADOW OF THE BLOOD LORD
DEEP INSIDE, I WAIT FOR, FOR A WAY, A WAY TO STOP THE TIME
THE FUSE IN MY MIND HAS BEEN LIT
DEATH WILL BE MY ONLY EXIT
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BIAS IRAE
02:42
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YOUR LAST ROLE WILL BE
TRAPPED IN THE NOOSE
TONGUE CUT MOUTH SHUT
LIGHT ON YOUR FACE
DONE ON YOUR CASE
MASS MEDIA RISING EVERYONE THINKS HIS VOICE WILL BE HEARED
YOUR LIFE IS SHIT, SO THEN YOU NEED, SOMEONE TO CARE CAUSE YOU MISS YOUR PARENTS
SO YOU BECOME THE JUDGE, THE JURY, OR A SIMPLE SAMPLE OF THE AUDIENCE
YOU THINK YOU'RE WISE ENOUGH TO TAKE THE ROLE, TRAINED, FULL OF KNOWLEDGE AND SYNICAL
LET THE IRON SPEAK
LET THE HAMMER FALL
THE UNAVOIDABLE JUDGEMENT WILL TEAR YOU APPART
REALIZE HOW MEANINGLESS YOU ARE, WITH OR WITHOUT A GOD
GROWING AND SHINING
LIGHTRAYS CRUSHING
COMING FROM DEEPER
THAN YOUR EYE CAN FIGURE OUT
YOU MET THE ALL-KNOWING
RIGHT BEFORE YOU PASS OUT
HIGHLIGHTING YOUR IGNORANCE,
SWINGING THE BLADE, ABOVE YOUR HEAD
HIGHLIGHTING YOUR IGNORANCE
TEETH ON THE WOOD, STEEL IN YOUR NECK
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FIFTY SEVEN
03:05
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STRONG AS TEN, HANDS CRAFTED IN THE COLD
BLACK CARPET UNFOLDS
SEWED BY THE ONES WHO SAW US GROW
WALLS SWEATING HATRED, AS A REMINDER
ALL RUGGED AND JADED, THESE BRICKS FOREVER
PURGED ICE BLUE, SPREADING GREY TO THE BORDERS
RAISED ME UP BY PULLING ME UNDER
ERASE THE MAPS WE STAY UNCONQUERED
WE STILL HIDE FOUR KNIVES AND AN IRON BAR
AND NOW WE'RE DRAGGED TO THE CENTER
AND ALL THESE CHAINS, THEY TURN INTO GOLD
NOTHING TO HOLD ON BUT THE SIGHT OF FOG AROUND FADING
THE FEW WHO LEFT ARE ALREADY DEAD YEAH
AND I CAN'T BELIEVE NO I CAN'T
I'M STUCK BETWEEN WITH NOWHERE TO GO
FIFTY-SEVEN, FIFTY-SEVEN THOUSAND CORPSES
GRINDING THE LINE
SPREADING THE PLAGUE AROUND
YEAH WE'LL BE FINE
WE PURIFY WITH FIRE
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GREY SKY, IRON GRAVE
04:22
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