1. |
The Calvary
01:36
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SPIT MY RAGE, GO!
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2. |
Parasite
01:48
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RACIST MOTHERFUCKA
I’m coming after you
Those Prejudice ways make you the fuckin
fool
Death to ya kind
Cleanse the earth of you
You’ll never be shit
Pathetic fuckin worm
Get with the times the choice is yours to make
Choose to stay behind
You’ve made a big mistake
White Motherfucka
I’ll take take ya pride away
The way you spread your hate through politics and faith
Drag ya by the hair and end this fuckin game
You’re never gonna win your time will Fuckin end
Racist Motherfucka I’ll put you in the grave
By any kind of means, whatever it takes
Put you down like dog you are
Pathetic Fuckin worm your time has come
Cleanse the earth of you once and for all
By any kind of means to end it now
Evil Fuckin Bigot
Societies Downfall
Spreading your infections
Dividing us all
Your reign of terror ends
No matter what the cost
United as one
To End this free for all
The time to end it’s now
By any kind of means
Take your fuckin peace
It doesn’t solve a thing
The end for you is nye
Count ya final days
Put you on the block no one will hear ya scream
Put you down like dog you are
Pathetic Fuckin worm your time has come
Cleanse the earth of you once and for all
By any kind of means to end it now
No Justice
No Peace
No Racist Police
No More Excuses
No CompromiiiSe
They’re never gonna end it we need to take matters and put em in our own hands
It Needs to End
You parasite
I’m coming after you
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3. |
Split-Decision
02:28
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They’ve never seen who I am
Just a hollow shell of a man
Is it life or is it death?
Has my time come to an end?
This mask can only hold so much back
A back in forth mental attack
Will my anguish come to an end?
Sacrifices made every day
Just to keep what all remains
Forgo my joy for everyone else
My own worst enemy’s myself
Time has never healed my wounds
Just poured salt into a tomb
Knocked me down can’t get up
Fight for today just to stay or
Succumb to pain I can’t escape
I make this choice everyday
Do I fold or fight to stay?
What’s my purpose on this world?
The battles won the war remains
A back and forth that never ends
A curse from birth that holds its grasp
Suffocating me of my joy
Inching towards deaths embrace
A cry for help was never made
Walk the never ending path
Fall into the winding trap
value life or chooooseee death?
Free my soul or ease my pain
No god in sight to help my plight
A different hand is always played
Which way will the pendulum sway?
Uroboros of my mind
Free me from this hardened bind
I make this choice every day
Do I fold or fight to stay?
What’s my purpose on this world?
The battles won the war remains
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4. |
Flesh of My Flesh
02:34
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14 hour work days
4 for 4 tall boys
Hanging with a floozy
Not your fucking family
Drinking in the kitchen
Blame us for your problem
Pass out on the couch
Damn you and your vices
Providing for your selfish acts
Protecting that fucking Jack
Denying, that the fault is yours
Professing, when your time comes
The only thing you ever did
Was kill yourself sip by sip
To give me a reason
to choose these two words…
Straight edge for myself
And No one else
Take Pride in the mark I
wear on hand
Burning the path
That you’ve created
Scum like you will always
be my reason
I burn the path that you’ve created
I oughta thank you for the reason
I wear this X and stay committed
It’s scum like you who make me choose this
A drunk replaced that father figure
A boozed up dog that’s just a trick
I wipe my tears off from my face
To look at you with pure disgrace
All I see’s a drunken coward
Who lacks responsibility
Who chose to fucking act this way
Unlike you I choose a path
Reject that Bullshit rite of passage
Burn the bridge that you created
I ought to Thank you for the reason
Why I MADE THIS CHOICE
Straight edge for myself
And No one else
Take pride in the mark I
wear on hand
Burning the path
That you’ve created
Scum like you will always
be my reason
STRAIGHT FUCKIN EDGE
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