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Bi-Polar Bear
05:53
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Tear it apart.
Like a slap shot to the face, impending doom and sudden rage.
I in vision locking my fears in a cage, trapping my terrors away.
Memories cloudy and hazed but somehow a still in plain sight of me.
This blood coursing through my veins, still so angry, still bleeding hate.
Still bleeding hate.
Dark shadows pass me by, bonds torched into flames over time.
I am my own nightmare, too late to save me from despair.
True demons I face, strike no fear in the heart of me.
These tortures I embrace have no hold over me.
Memories cloudy and hazed but somehow a still in plain sight of me.
This blood coursing through my veins, still so angry, still bleeding hate.
Still bleeding hate.
Dark shadows pass me by, bonds torched into flames over time.
I am my own nightmare, too late to save me from despair.
Six feet deep in the ground, bury all that puts me down.
Numb too the pain, tear it apart, let it fucking reign.
Still bleeding hate.
Move.
Dark shadows pass me by, bonds torched into flames over time.
I am my own nightmare, too late to save me from despair.
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Ankles
00:31
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Well my girlfriend left me and I got a chest tattoo.
I claim BCHC but never live it through.
Two beers, no fear.
All my peers, stretch their ears.
I post ten pictures daily so people know I’m real.
Still no one respects me. When will my wounds heal?
Two beers, no fear.
All my peers, stretch their ears.
Well my girlfriend left me and I got a chest tattoo.
I claim BCHC but never live it through.
Two beers, no fear.
All my peers, stretch their fucking ears.
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3. |
Throwdown At A Hoedown
04:26
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Sick of feeling empty inside, meaningless one night stands.
The fucking bane of my life.
Not enough bleach in the world to wash the sins from my hands.
So, what am I supposed to do? What am I supposed to say?
I blame you for making me this way, a fucking heartless carnivore through and through.
I’m on the verge of fleeing (and I’m not coming back.)
My suitcase of guilt is fucking packed.
These things that get me down.
Slip it in, pull it back out.
Take off your clothes, feel the breeze.
Choke on a dick, die on your knees.
Disembarkation of this relation.
A pick me up that’s pulling me down.
But you’re on all fours on the ground.
I’m on the verge of fleeing (and I’m not coming back.)
My suitcase of guilt is fucking packed.
These things that get me down.
Slip it in, pull it back out.
Take off your clothes, feel the breeze.
Choke on a dick, die on your knees.
Spittin’ Teeth.
Choke on a dick, die on your knees.
Choke on a dick. Fuck.
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4. |
Fuck You, Sniff Glue.
00:09
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We butter our bread with hot sauce.
Thanks for coming to our show.
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5. |
The Skin
02:08
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Kick it.
I’m still here, I’m still breathing.
I’m still alive and I’m not leaving.
I stand alone, so do we all.
But ready to go when death beckons the call.
This life is what you make of it, no need to worry or regret.
You can’t pick or choose your heritage.
So why care for the pigment in skin.
The skin.
Never will we care for the pigment of the skin.
The riots the war the lonely and poor, how the fuck did we get here?
I think I know, I think we all do. Without money, there’s no savoir for you.
This life is what you make of it, no need to worry or regret.
You can’t pick or choose your heritage.
So why care for the pigment in skin.
The skin.
Never will we care for the pigment in skin.
The skin.
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6. |
No Disguise
03:40
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Send me back where I belong, feed me to the pigs.
Tell me I was wrong, tell me I was wrong.
Spit your venom in my face, wipe me from the human race.
Spit your venom in my face.
Breathe me into you. Shed my skin for you.
Crawl back into my shell, send my soul to hell.
Mass extermination, total annihilation.
Lose all your fucking patience in me.
For you have hatred in your eyes, I can see it there’s no disguise.
You have hatred in your eyes.
Breathe me into you. Shed my skin for you.
Crawl back into my shell, send my soul to hell.
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7. |
Slaughter The Pigs
03:02
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Authority never lets me down, they take my pay then kick me to the ground.
When I’m at my breaking point, they push my temper ‘til I’m beyond annoyed.
Are they like this just for fun? Hiding behind their badge and their gun.
Or is it society has made them this way? Frustration and violence every fucking day.
Round up the troops, tonight we fight back.
The TFS set to attack and when they approach us we’ll be on our guard.
Slaughter the pigs, burn out their cops cars and slaughter the pigs.
Tonight we’re taking over this town and they’ll be buried six feet down.
Smash out their fascist way of life, send them below for good this time
Everything we hate, send them below.
Everything we hate.
Round up the troops, tonight we fight back.
The TFS set to attack and when they approach us we’ll be on our guard.
Slaughter the pigs, burn out their cops cars and slaughter the pigs.
Stomp out the masses, drink their blood, chew on their fat.
Stomp out the fucking masses, break the necks of these fucking rats.
Crush the skulls, of all you scum.
You fucking rats.
Slaughter the pigs, burn out their cops cars and slaughter the pigs.
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Spittin' Teeth Belfast, UK
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