1. |
On The Line
02:03
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You’re staring right at me with that knife in your hand.
For hours on end with my eyes glued on demand.
If you’re that complacent in being a fucking wreck,
Then why don’t you just go ahead, just do it, do it and make my fucking day.
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2. |
Contracted
00:15
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Sometimes we’ll get it wrong,
But it’s for the greater good.
No
Fucking
Choice.
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Purple money pumped straight through,
Transformed, a soulless wreck.
Lord of all that’s fucking wrong,
Shitting on forlorn shores.
The virgin has been raped, now go home.
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4. |
Battery Hen Bullshit
00:18
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Psychopathic number monkey, ape on a screen,
Look in the fucking mirror.
80 thousand a year, yet with no fucking clue.
The biscuit tin is calling;
Suit-borne stillbirth.
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5. |
Feedback
00:20
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It costs nothing to be blind.
You deserved everything.
Run away, expect the same.
You deserved everything.
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6. |
Historicisms
00:35
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Rancid corpse of Jesus Christ hangs above your bathtub.
Jerking off to absent bookshelves just to get a chance.
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Eventually, everything takes its toll.
Sometimes the bullshit that you spout; it’s just too much, it’s just too much.
I don’t want to believe this world amounts to this, but it seems that’s all there is.
I can’t fucking stand you. I can’t fucking stand.
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8. |
Nail And Tuck
00:27
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Masochism just got a new face straight from Golgotha.
Sometimes we’ll get bored and change the foundation’s shade.
We’ve found that the closer we get to white, the more consumers we attract.
Clutching vainly to differentials in the hope we’ll stay relevant.
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9. |
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Dole centre day trip scum,
Why can’t you just work some more?
Why don’t you go get a job?
Why not go to Eton too?
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10. |
Drop Zeal
00:04
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Ards pride.
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11. |
Recess For Dyslexics
00:58
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Forward planning can be useful.
I’ll write your obituary, so you can die remembered as a failure.
The box is closing; the lines are written; the strings have snapped.
Regressive primitives blast beating the toilet handle.
Your cranium smashing brutality has left you brainless.
High school has ended yet you’re scribbling a logo down.
The words don’t matter when it’s all a pile of shit.
I’ll be your cause of death, the end complete.
Put down your pen and we’ll slowly recede.
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It's nice to know that you've found your way.
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13. |
20 Signs You Should Die
00:08
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If they're not obvious enough then add another one.
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No amount of slaughtered lamb will save you from your useless diarrhoeic mouth.
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15. |
A.I.D.S.
00:41
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Granny’s going to the grave,
Sure, it’s just unfortunate.
Within times like these,
You’d forgive the laughter.
Nights out for a quid,
Seem to stretch the bank.
But if ... can do it,
Then why can’t I?
....?
Is a fucking liar.
He doesn’t give a shit,
About you or anyone but himself.
A-I-D-S.
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16. |
Dis-Eased
01:56
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Droves of drunken hipsters,
Groped that lactating tit,
That you’ve been sucking on,
In the hope that one day it will be yours.
You could have done worse,
Like ....?
She’ll fuck you in the dark,
Just as a greeting.
Frostbitten... fuckshack,
Brings limping squeaky spawn.
You’ll finally be accepted,
You’ll finally learn your place.
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I strewn her round McKee,
In a spate of sheer brilliance.
I watched her pussy bleed,
It smelt just like absinthe and coke.
Straight in the guestlist with persuasion and unrelenting force.
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18. |
Little Man In The Corner
00:35
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Brand new day.
Wake up and pray.
Don’t fall astray.
Rejoin the fray.
Little man in the corner realises something’s wrong.
What was he taught?
His mind’s been bought.
Returns are nought.
Ambitions wrought.
Little man in the corner’s starting to get pissed off.
Little man in the corner can’t take much more.
Little man in the corner, time to settle the score.
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19. |
Brainfried
00:48
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I said, I ordered fries,
Not a bunch of yellow sticks.
It's F-R-I-E-S, you fuck.
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20. |
Bridge Burner
00:43
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Jump on the wagon, keep it secure.
Let’s hope that no one sees right through you.
Time’s moved on and you’ve drunk yourself away.
Postpone reality as ‘just another day’.
You’re fooling no one.
Your time is ending.
You never tried.
You never fucking tried.
So I’m burning these bridges.
I’m burning them straight down.
Sever this excuse,
For a useful co-existence.
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21. |
In The Air Tonight
00:24
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Well if you told me you were drowning, I wouldn't lend a hand.
I've seen your face before my friend, but I don't know if you know who I am.
Well I was there and I saw what you did.
It's all been a pack of lies.
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22. |
Cot Hedger
01:15
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Shipments of AK’s and cocaine garnished children
All the honeymoons have been played out.
We’ll get so high that we’ll think we’re back in ‘86
Crunching numbers with our fries.
Discarding the glossy retrospect, there’s simply nothing better, than hedging how many kids, we’ve killed this week.
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23. |
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Down and out.
Creepy crawly faggot ears,
Lurking in the wardrobe.
Wants to rape your children,
Whilst straightening their hair.
He’s tired of fucking dreaming.
He’s gonna hear some screaming.
Hiding with his mates in Chango,
Backseats, stained and damp.
Pity they were sold short.
Breaking down the rectum.
Seething in delight.
Streaming his dick on Stickam.
It’s a weekend of filth tonight!
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Striding through the murk of sluts,
I find myself writhing in despair.
Free entry and bad company,
The story of my fucking life.
I’m feeling welcomed,
Maybe I’ll get offered a pint.
One stares with aloof eyes,
Lures me into an abyss well known.
Enter the realm of entertainment,
She decays before my eyes.
Offers me a night at her haven of filth,
With IQ, I resist.
You’re filled with vitality,
And you smell like death.
Brag about your dead end job again to me,
It might just get me off.
With joy I leave,
Descending into the rump.
Wretched garden of stagnation,
Mere marginal improvements.
Transcend and regress.
I’m so sick of dead end people,
In this fucking dead end town.
If Bangor were to drown tomorrow,
I wouldn’t shed a tear.
I fucking hate all of you.
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25. |
Joix De Vivre
00:11
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It won’t be long until you lose your spark.
Held together by plastic; it’s a shame you never had a brain.
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26. |
Incremental Pain Of Life
00:51
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Hanneman, Steele and Schuldiner,
Amongst the many.
Cut down to meet fate,
And what have we left to reign?
Worsnop, Minaj, Jericho,
What the fuck is the point?
Maybe I’ll finally understand,
What it’s like to spend a season in the abyss.
High velocity bullshit at close range can damage the mind.
Prolong the pain; how long will it last?
Everyone I love is dead.
Just pull the plug, there is no hope anymore.
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27. |
Mistake
00:36
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Gutter-strewn, nothing new, change the game, you’re a...
Mistake, you’re a mistake,
You have no fucking worth.
Another failed abortion,
Urban filth to be scrapped.
Life devoid, dead android, flee and surf, you’re a...
Mistake, you’re a mistake,
You have no fucking worth.
Another failed abortion,
Urban filth to be fucking scrapped.
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With one more Drake album, you’ll soon be lobbying,
Hoping you’ll finally get some kid to suck your dick.
Everything else is just far too overplayed,
Within the monotonous formula in which you reside.
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Worthless.
Fucking scrap.
Provide the tool:
Your fucking floppy dick.
Penetrates the blinds,
Into another mouth.
Worthless.
Fucking scrap.
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30. |
Wolves
01:03
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Outside, it's cold.
I'm lost and this is not my place.
You creep on me; the first sign I know's the teeth and blood.
Tear me apart.
You could kill me and I'd let you,
For my crimes.
I'm not worth saving and neither are the rest of my kind.
You're just doing what you do,
You're just cleaning up.
Cleanse this place of memories of all we thought we were but aren't.
I don't hold this against you.
You're the ones with souls.
We lost ours in the garden at the foot of that tree,
Which we've been hanging on ever since.
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31. |
Cliffhanger
01:29
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Say it, say it, I dare you to say it,
You're too dumb to lie to me.
Say that you mean it, I dare you to feel it,
Too hollow to be sincere.
If you saw yourself in the mirror of my eyes,
I think the shock would kill you.
If you made me watch you die,
I wouldn't remember you.
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32. |
Fanclub Diaries
01:08
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You couldn’t stop yourself ever since it grabbed your eyes.
Your sole abode is left contained within the TV’s cries.
Self diagnosed, self assessed, you biased fucking twat.
Any reason, any lie, you’re made believe.
Throw yourself into a skip, you’re not much fucking use.
Cowering from basic problems through more abuse.
Brainwashed, braindead, swallowing your dose of daily lies.
Before their profit margins, you are a sacrifice.
Sacrificed.
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33. |
Repulsed
03:22
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Take that fucking blanket away from your eyes.
You’ll have all the time to fuck him when he dies.
Am I still cute when I’m smashing your head off against the wall?
A thousand drink raped sluts all with a lament.
A thousand broke kids all with an excuse.
A thousand patients with stars in their eyes all telling me it was simply bad luck.
I’ve gave up on perceiving.
At this point I’ve said all that I need to and more.
Instead of taking heed you’d rather eat shit and die writhing in pain.
Sometimes I feel like an alien.
Sometimes I’m fucking right.
Maybe I am an alien.
Maybe I’m fucking right.
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34. |
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Cliche, cliché, human waste.
Useless; fucking die.
Fuck you.
Talking, talking, talking, shit
Bygones, bygones, bygones; dead.
And so I long for euthanasia.
Praying for an end of this so called fucking race.
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35. |
Expert Knob Twiddler
00:40
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It must feel great killing bands while you sit online talking shit.
Why worry? Ambition will cover the costs of the toil that we graft for your fucking gig.
We hate you as much as you claim to like us, or anyone that you fucking sign.
So we’d just like to say, go fuck yourself, take your shitty children with you and relieve yourself of life.
The world won’t miss you; it couldn’t care any less for another shitty dead sound guy.
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36. |
Philosophy
00:03
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Why won't you die?
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37. |
Moongazer
00:41
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No one has the right to see you exist while you chop someone up just because you’re a bit riled by your false fucking god’s teachings.
I’ll desecrate your scriptures.
I’ll throw them back in your face.
I don’t see a problem;
It’s a false fucking god.
Your false fucking god.
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38. |
Northern Comfort
04:54
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I’m so sick of this macho act.
Maybe I should just go back to sleep.
All I seem to hear is a gaping void,
A thousand mouths, not one single point.
Maybe the kids deserve to die.
Maybe I’m beyond all hope.
Cut their throats and smash their gear;
Leave them all in unmarked graves.
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39. |
Interface
05:29
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1690 in your head.
Can’t sleep or you’re fuckin’ dead.
Marching for your fucking flag.
Petrol bombing on your stag.
Shankill wreckin’ boys lookin’ for some action.
[them club] wouldn’t take us but the local offy will.
Joyride up the Falls in some bitch’s pram.
Bottlin’ taigs at red lights ‘cause you’re the fuckin’ man.
Keep 'er lit?
I wish you’d die.
In our own wee pile of shit,
You’ve formed a concrete wall.
IQ drains like a sieve,
Thinking man suffers once more.
Terrorise the other.
Reap your reward.
Piss on your doorstep.
Smash all dissent.
Look to the outside.
Scratching; confused.
Fail to absorb.
Start again.
Easter rising in your head;
You’re just the same.
Hatred veiled as mournful plight,
‘The SS’ ain’t far off.
There's no GCSE,
In skirmishes and violence.
Real men don’t need peacelines,
Just a thoughtful, working brain.
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Wake up in a dark room.
Screen clicks on, burns my eyes.
Crawl to the computer.
Plug in, drag myself online.
I love reading the news;
A taste for vicarious hurt.
I love watching this unfold.
Outside everything falls apart.
I'm not alone;
I'm a part of something greater.
I'm not alone;
There's nothing that I hate more.
Dictators rise; indulge in genocide..
It's fine, they're on our side.
Civilisation dies; we don't avert our eyes.
Democracy fails and we don't realise.
We swim in shit; no one learns.
The only choice we ever get are sides of a coin,
When
Both
Take
Turns.
We're all trapped in purgatory.
We're all trapped in this story.
And there hasn't been a happy ending in years; I'm not alone;
I'm a part of something greater.
I'm not alone;
There's nothing that I hate more.
I'm just a clone;
Humans die on screen before me.
I'm one of them;
Others watch me as i watch them bleed.
We swim in shit and no one ever learns.
No one's getting out of here alive.
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