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When Genocide Is Permissible

by Interface

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1.
Grovel on your knees, you pathetic human waste. Claim the moral high ground but you’re still so full of shit. Another missed abortion from a busy NHS. You are the embodiment of everything I hate. Bleed, suffer, fucking die. The mic’s not plugged in when you scream. Life is a place where you won’t see. We’re wiping out the human disease.
2.
Derailed 00:32
Time to drag this fucking rancid cesspit straight down into flames. I'll happily burn with you to help my sanity remain. Your last night rapes my mind like everyone today. Did you ever think that you’d be better off dead? I'm standing in agony with eyes filled with nothing but contempt. I hope you die in the train that you can't wait to board. No more stops, here's your dream; straight to fucking death. Murder your reason, kill the lie, stub the light, release yourself.
3.
Tremors 00:50
Everyone should be killed. Turning to violence over pieces of fucking ribbon and irreverent bullshit contained in perpetuations. Point the gun at my head and look into my eyes. You can’t face the fact that your god is fucking dead. Prophesised toilet roll inked in blood. Body’s lying spilled out on the fucking floor again. Begin the tremor and spiral to a new dark age of mind. Never see the other side. Follow doctrine, die blind. You’ll die blind.
4.
Hopes 00:36
Stuck in perpetual spinning doors with pulverised controls. Here’s a fancy metaphor for how great your fucking life’s becoming now. You are the fashion star. You are the fashion star. Walk around the catwalk and breathe in the failure. It will come. The ride’s too high to fix and the doors keep on spinning. I’m disillusioned but at least I’ve got popcorn at the ready. 68% is good enough.
5.
Windows of regret and no change. Post-its don’t distract me anymore. I could staple my eyes shut and still see more light than you could bring. Real life bailed you out at the price of feeling like an absolute tool. Filter it down to someone like me to help me learn and grow from mindless fucking words. I might develop a splintered third arm which I can then use to gouge your eyes out when it’s ‘one of those days’ again.
6.
Sleepwalker 01:02
You can’t see the dick in your face. There was this one time where I couldn’t go to Reading ‘cause I was fucking distraught. I just sat there on my Modern Player Fender playing E flat until I slept. And it’s all because you wanted to fuck someone who was your type of special jerk. I hope you get raped in your sleep when you get drugged.
7.
Worthless 2 year old, You will die. Since you can’t spell just yet, We’ll just skip to the end. You’ll feel new, sensations Before I’m fucking done As your cord contorts and Snaps straight in half If you had a chance to grow, You’d fucking hate yourself Know this is a favour, I’ll help you get back to sleep. Now take that wine gum, And plunge it in your eye. I’ll take the knife you gave me, And lunge into your heart. Guts spill everywhere like a preschool art class, As Barney spews out words of joy. I’m feeling the euphoria of youth, Right through the blood that lines my hands. Gored beyond detection, a pasta calamity, joix de vivre!
8.
Postmodern 00:53
I once became something I had control of, now the movements spin beyond my eyes. I’m just holding on to something hoping it takes me through. I can’t remember how to swim; never found the need to swim. I look around and something moves like a horror film that I could never watch. Stick to the plan. Screen’s off, that’s it. Fuck. Paralysed, where? Rushing to the dusty corner, realise you’re fucking blind. Man, phased out. Obsolete by own design. Excelled; the sheet has spread over the casket, only formalities are left. Look around, drop.
9.
I will always hate you and you will always fail. Moving dirt around won’t fucking clean the faecal discharge seeped into the ceiling. I hope death gives you a golden handshake on your way, maybe I’ll hedge a bet on your wife and kids not shedding a tear. Fuck you.
10.
Consent 00:35
Heartbroke wreck, fucking dumb You’re the source, we’ve all won Cry some more, throw a fit See if I give a shit All your tears get me off Why don’t you just die? Copied and objectified Just like your life All your tears get me off Why don’t you just die? Copied and objectified Just like your fucking life
11.
George Osborne’s magic hat George Osborne’s magic hat Broken dog stuffed with fumes George Osborne’s magic hat
12.
Paymaster 00:43
Bow to the paymaster! You strike me down You cut me out You are my god And I’ll worship you Pay, master… I’ll know myself In the bowl of a sink Where I’ll puke my remains In the hope I’ll be sane tomorrow Pay, master…
13.
Allergen 01:58
A coma is closing around my barren shell, while I lie retching on the floor. That’s just fine, I’ll always feel the same. To live is to expect too much. Crawling through broken glass, while I remember how to breathe. Hope is something I’ll never feel, as I’m left in the ash. Keep pushing your mouth, keep shoving it down, wipe anyone out, wipe everyone out, need more to obey, can’t stop the pain, fear of being denied, I fear we are denied. Let the cycle come to its end. Scorched earth; we’re all fucking dead. Let the cycle come to its end. Blank screen; we’re all fucking dead. I don’t want anything anymore.
14.
Easy Target 00:30
Lads up the front, lads in the back Rihanna fangirl takes the slack Easy target… Overheard speech, she’s from Ards Jack Daniel pulls his card Easy target, mongrel dine-out Easy target, natural, craved.
15.
Life’s hard? Die.
16.
Antagonist spreading violence, preached decree Mouth of urine spits out charred remains for all to see Justify the age of reckoning upon my grave Morbid act precedes the truth, a bestial lust depraved All is fair in love and war, in lies In the theatre of belief, truth dies Destroy the icon, enforce your way Erect your icon in phallic dismay Watch your Rolex that you once stole Those acts that define now will swallow whole All is fair in love and war, in lies In the theatre of belief, truth dies In defence of genocide Maybe you were right Mankind is too stupid To live beside his friend All is fair in love and war, in lies In the theatre of belief, truth dies At least I once had eyes.
17.
We’ve fallen victim to a spiral. One which doesn’t recoup, we’re too late to forgive. We’re all watching in this theatre, As our actions unfold and engulf. Splintered humanity. Ruptured society. Human commodity. Selfish insanity. Every interaction a game. Every motive just for gain. Every smile veils despair. Every lie holds a key. If we choose to preserve self-interest, We will continuously implode. Re-connect to the common source. Re-elevate our existence.
18.
There’s nothing like living just to watch every shred of hope get pissed on in a shallow grave. 10 fucked years deep in shit. I’d bury you alive if I could just find the time and belief that I could mean something. 10 fucked years deep in shit. Fucked and numb from social interaction, spinning on a hamster wheel with both eyes shut. I watched you disappear on a cinema drive-in screen; my right hand as company. I’m tired of depression that drains my will to live. Guitars, amps and sludge, it’s all a fucking drug. Left in a corner with nothing but hate.
19.
Twirl 00:52
Useless fucking ornament Turn again for me Show me all you'll ever have and ever will be. Spend those 20 seconds well, soon you won't be there. Slow decay will cleanse your skin, you won't begin again. Racing against time, tell me how low can you go? Take the pill, insert the dick, remind yourself of what you've become. Life may be a bitch but it's got more sense than you'll ever have.
20.
Gold all in my chain Gold all in my ring Gold all in my watch Don’t believe me, just watch
21.
The clouds part above me as I walk out my front door to a city of bliss filled with hope and joy. I’m greeted with honesty and sincere intention to make the world a much better place. The pain of yesterday is forgotten; set aside. United we’re standing, creating a future for the ones that had no hope. Your smile, as pure as gold, lights and fires my will to dream. We’ll rise above our failures and focus on our strengths, in love and harmony.
22.
I once knew a girl, She sang about boys with a plastic paint on smile. I'd sit back at home and masturbate to a time where we'd reconcile. She heard some of this EP and she turned her head and frowned. She said that it's just noise and that I should go and kill myself. I once knew a girl, some fucking mistake that spawned out of mummy's purse. When I sit down she reminds me of you and how you're getting worse. Maybe the grave is where you ought to play to attract the worms you face. Maybe soon I can help you reach your final resting place.
23.
Unhinged 03:47
I'll never know where you piss your time away, but I'll always know that nothing good ever results. Why the fuck do I endure the shit you have to say? Jumped up on perversity, I fucking loathe all this shit. I'd love to see you immolated with all your fucking banners and your ashes left discarded in some dead forsaken banker's mouth. Let the cycle run and we'll see that you're the enemy, even to your frail, wrecked, counterfeit mind. My hate is almost endless and someday you'll never see, amidst your putrid doctrine and unending disease. Let the veins loose and the blood will fly, straight into the sun where you ought to die. Everything is useless when it's chanted from your mouth, and I cannot empathise with shit that's heading south. I'm sorry but I'm not, this thing has just got to fucking end, and every single illness you receive will be a godsend. Fuck off and die.

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Disjointed and fairly pissed off.

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released March 14, 2015

Recorded and mixed 2014-2015
Produced by Miles

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Miles - Throat, Synths
Guy - Guitars, Throat

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Antagonistic 2-piece Belfast grind/doom/sludge.

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