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Blood Mouth
02:19
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Ashes, Sweat
02:09
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Cold air, gray earth, no noise, no one,
Cold air, gray earth, no noise, no one there.
What nightmare did you wake up in?
Structures of man and nature well into decay.
All else is just dust and ash, filling in your lungs.
What has happened since you were away?
You have no home, just a world of desolation.
You have no home, just a world of man's destruction.
"Wait! This isn't real!"
Hear your echoes sing.
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3. |
Civil Disturbance
04:04
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Calling all cars,
There is unrest,
Between your brethren,
And our top 1%.
Where will they go?
Who will they lead?
They should have thought twice,
Before succumbing to greed.
Let them go, let us go,
Let them know, let it all go.
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4. |
Spaced
00:42
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This screen looks like me,
This song sounds like me,
This photo is not me,
Now you know me.
This screen looks like me,
This song sounds like me,
This photo looks like me,
I don’t know me.
This screen looks like me,
This song sounds like me,
This photo is not me.
Find me,
I just want you to tell me that you love me,
Delete me.
Say I’m pretty, share me, play me, abuse me, rate me.
These are my insecurities in a letter for you, once I send, me, you, them, they will like me.
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5. |
Who the Fuck Cares
01:56
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A house with a white picket fence,
Morning breakfast of embryos and fat,
Package your children, addressed to assimilation,
Wallow in your wastes, ingest your poisons,
See your friends through a silver screen,
Masturbate over their lives,
Call and vote for your favorite contestant,
Growing distant from human contact,
Forgotten wife, forgotten spawn,
A house with a barbed wire wall.
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6. |
The Wall
02:20
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I know your family,
I know your friends.
When you work and when you play, I know.
We like the same movies, we like the same music.
When you speak, I hear you, even on the go.
You upload a photo, I right-click and save.
I keep your status alone,
and cheer you up with a chat or a poke.
You upload a photo, I right-click and save.
I keep your status alone, for me to play.
I always see you, I'm always with you,
I want to be near you.
Then I'll be inside you.
Then I will be you.
And you'll be inside me too.
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7. |
Rats
02:13
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Dig,
Bury us,
Look at your world,
What have you become?
Build it high, build it wide,
All you did was strip her bare to stick a tower on her for us to blow.
If you're just a dick to your neighbors don't carry so much pride for your belongings.
You never know when she'll go boom and flatten your surroundings.
It all burns in her fire.
No home left, be like you are inside, dig underground you rat.
File your claws, lose your eyes, go deeper, live deeper,
Dig in dirt, play in dirt, lie in dirt, fuck in dirt.
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8. |
O Father, O Lord
02:39
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Father hear me,
I've started again,
Having my own mind,
Or what you call "sin."
Oh god, oh earth, oh mother, oh son,
Realize what we are,
Realize what we have.
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9. |
Faces
00:21
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Empty Faces
Who are you now?
Where have you gone?
Why try when you won't do the same?
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10. |
Six Tongued Hellgoat
02:48
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Six Tongued Hellgoat
bought by David Steed for $5
I watched you drown
I watched you burn
I watched you grow
I watched you die
Submerse yourself in the wretched sea of the masses
Forget why you came and strive to stay afloat.
Kneel, kneel, kneel, kneel.
No one will make it through alive,
Without my sacramental word.
Less you be silenced,
Bow down before the
Six tongued hellgoat.
Originally written and recorded Jan 29, 2013.
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11. |
Tumbln
02:26
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Follow us into a new world of gold.
We are the trendsetters, beginners, and birthers.
We are the humble, we are the right.
We are the atheists, we are the new Christ.
We are the artists, we are the creators.
Look at me speak through another's vision.
We are the fighters, the lovers, the free-ers.
The just, the true, the ones kind to all.
The new generation of a new world of gold,
But fuck you.
Fuck you for your differences.
Fuck you for your opinions.
Fuck you for your actions.
Fuck your life.
Love me for who they are.
Look at me.
Notice me.
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12. |
Prophets of Destruction
03:19
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Urban hunter, when will you have enough food for your family?
White-collar killer, did all those creatures really threaten your health?
How big is your ego?
How big is your wallet?
They must be full to burst.
I can only hope.
Human waste,
When does it end?
How could you?
You're killing everything.
How could you?
Where did you get the right?
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Skull Incision Fresno, California
Est. 2007.
Solo project of Jacob Lee (PlasticBag FaceMask, Keeper, Elder Devil, Hellish
Form).
All guitars, bass, vocals, and production are by Jacob, as well as E-drums up until 2014. After that, all drums are programmed.
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