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Go to show, then go home.
Nothing gained, nothing learned.
I don’t know you, I don’t want this.
Who are these faces?
What is this pain?
Locked in the back with psycho fucks.
No way out, no such luck
(x2)
Go to show, then go home.
Nothing gained, nothing learned.
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2. |
Nailgun Acupuncture
01:14
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Anesthesia -
administered in the back of my shed
Stop screaming! Just relax!
The pain will leave your body at last.
Tetanus injected into your veins.
Cease the aches and pain.
Pain must be met with endurance,
or you will be kept down & bludgeoned.
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3. |
Dipped in Sewage
01:20
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Rotten -
something lies inside.
The smell you cannot hide
Something in the water
tasting of decay.
Mutations on the creature
develop blood cravings.
Slicing and dicing
and eaten alive
Reduced to pieces
Marinated in slime
(x2)
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4. |
Corrupted Body Chemistry
00:52
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Boiled down -
drilled inside your head.
Precious flesh -
the remains shall be well kept.
Burned alive -
mind conquered by matter.
Seen the light -
morality shattered.
Captivated excavators
play a game of surgeon.
Cheap utensils, primitive tools
Euphoric immersion
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5. |
I Just Kill
03:22
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6. |
Marco's Meathook
01:16
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Skin sinks -
a cold blade
My blood drips -
love turns to pain
A gruesome task
to fit the flesh
you once caressed
onto a bun
You told me “you need me”
said “it was true love”
I can’t help but wonder
if I was ever “the one?”
Corpse discovered and pissed upon.
Intestines ripped for play things.
My body becomes a tool to serve.
Finally useful - once the soul is gone.
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7. |
Dick Briner
00:29
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Fuck off!
Can’t dine!
You suck!
You must die!
I’ve had enough,
so I hack you up.
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8. |
Omnipresence
01:05
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Coming down to the wire,
burned at both ends.
I have a burning desire
to see this through to the end.
A rotten kind
breeds a rotten mind.
No hope, no plan.
Burn it! Burn it down!
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9. |
Predatory Dysfunction
00:55
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No regret, no second thought.
Everything revealed -
this means war!
Turned against fulfilling lust,
questioning established trust.
Thrown into the night.
You’ll always run,
won’t wonder why.
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10. |
Grizound Zero
01:08
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Driven to insanity -
no one knows what happened
on that fateful night.
Their flesh was sought for harvest.
Their corpses discovered -
mangled and tattered.
The assailant discovered -
rabid and crazed.
Thin as a rail, a danger to all.
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11. |
Like Moths to Shit
00:40
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Burning matrix, limping bush
Locked in cellars, exit earth.
The anger, frustration -
this time it went too far.
In search of a freedom
via religious arms.
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12. |
Remission
01:45
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The unquestionable,
the unspeakable
Transforming with sun,
forgotten in the night
Rotten, worthless,
always crawling back.
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Blemish New Jersey
Heavy sounds from New Jersey
Angey (they/them) -guitar
Ken (he/him) - vocals
Nick (he/they) - drums
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