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Sensory receptors detached, natural science and biology. Actions send signals, different locations. Spliced genes, the ultimate property.
Could it be? ×3 Could it be nerve endings?
Neurotic self-indulgence, surveillance implanted, hyper specific crossbreed intelligence. The new world order, no speech means obedience.
Could they be?
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Fight
05:41
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Breaking sand from an unheated element, cut and paste parroted words taken straight from your masters mouth. Someone should stitch your mouth shut, the only rising power propped up on the backs of... the backs of the giants.
You won't, break me. You won't, crack me.
You won't, break me. You won't, you won't
Shattered and in pieces, the laughing stock amongst the few. You won't stand under the weight, I'll bring the hammer down. My whole life, told to give ground. I won't raise the white flag, I won't recede my place, I won't back down from you, back down from you
Speaking of these things you know not, a broken cog on the failing machine of melody. Christ figures up on strings, puppeteered by high def gravestones. Line his filthy copper plated pockets with tears of sorrow, bursting under pressure, under pressure
Truth, lies, who, to believe in ×2
Glass! Clown!
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Running to the Light
02:57
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Jet fighters east to west
M16 fire power
UN forces, keeping the peace
Battleships blast for hours
International defense
Armies M24
Fleets destroyed
Hunters stalk
Battlefield's mighty roar
One Million shots fired
Enemies on the brink
War is just like quicksand
Slowly, you will sink
Guns pointed towards the sky
Enemies final fight
Soldiers falling, right and left
Running to the light
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Obsolete
05:34
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Blacken the sun and drive out the light the end has finally been made flesh. Too much time has been spent with this demon of mine it calls to me softly. Disregarded in isolation by the ones I served so diligently. A warm welcome home did not await me instead met with cold dead eyes.
Try as I might and gave as I did recognition is not for the earnest. Growing numb as reality starts to set in motion the end for you all. The cold steel who was my only friend will now be my messenger. Locked and loaded, humanity gone, hollow point, powder burns.
(fast)Screams and terror as I unload my hatred upon you all this terrible thing I have become I have lost all control no one can save you now!
Obsolete and cast aside forever to be forgotten by the world. Never will I feel the love given to someone who has laid down everything.
India, Hotel, Hotel ×2
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I am Terror
04:44
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Scared to death ×4
Born from fear, horror unbridled, in your minds darkest corners I wait patiently.
I am ×3
Fear
In the deepest recesses of your mind lurks what you cannot describe.
I am ×3
Dread
I am ×3
Terror
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Hate the State
05:42
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"I pledge allegiance to the flag of the united socialist states of america and to its government for which we stand one nation without god, totally divided with tyranny and injustice for all"
Institutional hatred formed by the ones of power, dampen the voices of the unified for fear of mutiny. You pledge your allegiance to this state of hate.
I pledge mine, to recreate. Why does it have, to be this way? The life you've chosen, has lead to this, the time has come.
Can you feel the hatred for your fellow man? The conflict between we the people given the stage by those in shadows. Drown them in light, draw them out.
Are we all really here?
Are we all really alive?
Do we really even exist?
This is a call to arms!! ×4
HATE! THE! STATE! ×4
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Sail or Die
05:05
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Blödhren Roanoke, Virginia
Ox - Guitar
Jack Ingraham - Vocals
Allen Christian - Bass
Grant Tomey - Drums
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