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Black And Grey
04:49
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Black and Grey
You’ll be deified
For every sin committed.
You’ll be lifted high
Above the common man.
And out of every pore
Bleeds the will of corrupted thoughts.
Your time is precious.
Precision cuts and bruises.
What have you done?
You never wanted out.
What is she now?
Your hands were painting blind.
You’ve felt the numbness.
Cold presence guiding your wrist.
This work of blood and soil.
Inside of every victim.
Lies the mark of understanding.
All in his name.
All in his fucking name.
So let it all come out
In front of gathered fools.
Your eyes are windows
Through the soul and into darkness.
It’s born again in your mind.
Too many pious lumps of flesh.
She said she’d never tell a soul.
Share every grotesque fucking thought.
Flesh on flesh.
She tastes of soil and ash.
Flesh on flesh.
Hands bound with innocence.
To the clouds.
To this dirt below.
Open palms.
Open chest and palms.
I will devour your beauty, he said.
I will devour your beauty, he sang.
I will devour your beauty, he said.
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2. |
Drag Out Your Dead
06:05
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Drag Out Your Dead
Run as fast as you can and hide.
I lit the fires underneath those who walk without trepidation.
Though I wonder – how could one dominate impious minds?
They screamed – the pragmatist is a self righteous murderer.
I am this fucking disease. You cannot filter me.
I was swallowing hearts.
It’s too bad they hesitated.
They were fleeing their homes, and forgetting to check peripherals.
I tore flesh from bones.
Grinding and suffocating.
These people loved me.
These people should have never loved.
I am a disease.
I spread through all of your children.
Take shelter wherever you can.
I’ll butcher every one of you.
And from the ashes
They retrieved burning corpses.
Despite your memories
You’ll never get them back.
This is mine. This was never yours.
And I never feel a thing.
I’ll leave you all a ghost town - a ghost town.
My hands are clean.
At least to my eyes.
While your world ends.
To faith they bow.
It’s not easy running ideas into the dirt.
It’s not simple ruining everything they built.
On top of countless ideals I spit and piss.
It’s as if you never lived here.
It’s as if you never were.
Drag out their dead – it’s as if they never were.
Drag out their dead – it’s as if they never were.
Drag out your dead – lay them to rest in fire.
And I never feel a thing.
I’ll leave you all a ghost town - a ghost town.
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The Defeo Mind
04:30
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The Defeo Mind
Cover your eyes. You will bow to the power of my voice.
Until everything good
Crumbles before your form
And the sounds of dying loved ones
Are muffled to your ears.
These thoughts are dancing in your head.
A subtle call to reap the dead.
A blunted tool, manipulated fool of your design.
Lethargic voices clawing at your ears
Force you to question who you were.
This is a choice you denied.
Buried the reasons that you walk this path.
Underneath a veil of compliance.
These thoughts are dancing in your head.
A subtle call to reap the dead.
A blunted tool, manipulated fool of your design.
My pragmatic words are a catalyst,
But you could have turned away.
I blew the eyes from your family’s skulls.
Behind the strings of your shell.
By now you’ll question
This path you’ve taken.
My mask is dancing in shadow.
You’ll never escape my grip.
You’ll always be within my reach.
You’ll always be my tool.
Open them up.
See through my eyes.
Never forget names.
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Among Thieves
03:33
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Among Thieves
They spat in fucking puzzles.
This night will never end.
Lights bleeding all these colours.
Their words are all the same.
Clenched fists and hollow rhetoric.
Thugs clothed as helpful souls.
Knives drawn and missiles ready.
They’ve taken all we built.
This is your world.
This will be the end of us.
No mercy for the weak.
These thugs prey on their souls.
Bred into concrete zoos.
They multiply and thrive.
Six years in paradise.
Let out to roam the Earth.
When they bleed our creations.
We turn the other way.
So count yourselves amongst us.
Count yourself as one of us.
Count yourselves amongst us.
We’ll cut your throats.
And you could have been someone.
You could have been someone.
And you could have proved them wrong.
You could have proved them wrong.
Line them up in our streets.
Line them up.
The only justice is a mob with no conscience.
So arm them all.
You are the end of the world. As you know it.
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Ashes of Maybelle Coventry, UK
Ashes of Maybelle are a Coventry based band taking influence from the post hardcore, deathcore, metal and tech scenes to create something visceral, noisy and aggressive. The band features members from current and previous bands from the Coventry scene and pride themselves in creating chaos in the live environment, with added booty-shaking. ... more
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