1. |
Wiped From The Face
02:12
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2. |
Fuck That Noise
00:37
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Fuck that noise.
Fuck that noise.
Your mouth spits out words of de-evolution.
Your throat spews forth apocryphal assertions.
Your lies reek of unending degradation.
Fuck that noise.
Fuck that noise.
Fuck that noise.
Fuck that noise.
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3. |
Engine Breath
03:08
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The pistons thumping in your head.
The gears turning in your brain.
Black noxious breath.
Breath of the engine.
Inhale the living.
Exhale the dust.
Inhale.
Exhale.
Inhale.
Exhale.
Inhale.
Exhale.
Inhale.
The dust.
The pistons thumping in your head.
The gears turning in your brain.
Black noxious breath.
Breath of the engine.
Inhale the living.
Exhale the dust.
Inhale.
Exhale.
Inhale.
Exhale.
Inhale.
Exhale.
Inhale.
Die.
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4. |
Amygdala
02:12
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We all have someone who we’ve wanted to kill.
Some of us take action.
But most of us don’t have the will.
We all have that part of the brain.
We’ve desperately tried to hide away.
But it’s still there.
It will always be there.
You can’t deny it.
I won’t believe you.
We’re all human.
Who was it?
Who was it?
Who was it?
How did you wanna do it?
Stab ‘em? Bash ‘em?
What were you gonna do with ‘em?
Chop ‘em up for the garbo?
Or drive ‘em out to the police paddock?
Or ditch ‘em on The Hume?
Dissolve the bodies in acid?
And get high off the fumes.
Who was it?
Who was it?
Who was it?
Most of us ignore it.
But some of us don’t have the will.
Who was it?
Who was it?
Who was it?
But it’s still there.
It will always be there.
You can’t deny it.
I won’t believe you.
Amygdala.
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5. |
Waiting
02:05
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I’m waiting.
I’m aching.
I’m dreading the day.
When someone will make it happen.
Waiting for someone to press the button.
To wake up a silent, dormant threat.
Waiting for someone to send missiles flying.
To be blinded by warheads exploding.
As cities burn, and refugees cover the earth.
Then we’ll all see that this was a bad idea.
It was always a bad idea.
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6. |
Blind Idiot God
01:51
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Clutching at straws.
Can barely right the laws.
No meaning, just boredom.
And ceaseless contortion.
Water on the brain.
Consciousness lost down the drain.
The pointless random acts.
That chaos will attract.
Blind.
Idiot.
God.
Create what wasn’t meant.
A mind chewed up and bent.
No words, just noises.
No thoughts, just urges.
Thank you feeble father.
For granting us death after life.
Thank you dull father.
For blotting out the light.
Blind idiot god.
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7. |
Punishable By Death
03:15
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I hate you I need you dead.
For what you’ve done and you’ll do.
You are
dead already to me.
Get her drunk, drug her stupid.
While you remain sharp and lucid.
Your plan’s in action, the threat is severe.
You’ll take her somewhere where no-one can hear.
No right or wrong, no moral dilemma.
Just what you want; your fucked agenda.
Just get her away, somewhere away from here.
So you can do what you want with her.
But I’ll do what I want with you.
Take your power, kill your control.
Leave you dying, alone and cold.
You treat her like you own her.
You’re fucked, you’re dead inside.
You ought to be dead on the outside too.
Rapists like you have no rights.
You’re a lifeless empty corpse.
Evil. You make me sick with rage.
What kind of human does that to another?
What the fuck is wrong with you?
Your thoughts are septic, your lies are caustic.
But your victims never knew.
What is it that drives you? That lurks deep inside you?
The corruption at your core.
The hell that feeds, nourishes and breeds.
Your need for more and more.
Your need for more and more.
Prison is too good for you.
You are dead weight, heartless scum.
Your crimes should be punishable.
Punishable by death.
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8. |
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Chased, hunted, defiled.
All in the name of research.
Murdered for their skin, their meat, their teeth.
For research.
Pierced by blades, dragged by barbs.
For research.
Cut by knives, sliced and torn.
To pieces.
Hoping when they die, they’ll be destined.
For rebirth.
Hoping when you die, you’ll be eaten.
Feet first.
Pierced by blades.
Dragged by barbs.
Bled to death.
Bled to death.
Driven to extinction.
Complete annihilation.
For your research.
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9. |
Mauled
01:01
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Your legs are useless, your face is deformed.
One arm is missing, your life has been scorned.
The damage is great, the wounds are severe.
With only one ear left you’ll struggle to hear.
You may only ever partly heal your wounds.
But your arm won’t grow back, not any time soon.
You’ll never recover from the mental trauma.
There is a chance you could lapse into a coma.
Your attackers had no choice, you had it coming.
They saw you flee and they chase what’s running.
Instincts to hunt, to kill or to maim.
Bred for their impulse to cause you pain.
Mauled.
Onlookers appalled.
Attack dogs recalled.
Just seconds from death.
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10. |
Every Loose End
03:50
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Every loose end tied up and sealed shut.
Every witness broken or buried.
Every victim silent and lifeless.
Your cell empty, you’re free.
Now you walk free.
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