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Intro
03:10
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Let me have the odds,
I know you fucking lied.
All the life from me,
you gave from the inside out.
But I've died...
I won't waste my breath.
I won't waste my breath.
Take every part of me
and rip me seam from seam.
(Oh yeah, motherfuckers,
Slumped coming with that .22 violence,
Coming right for your fucking neck.
Keep talking that bullshit,
running your fucking mouth.
Get fucked motherfucker)
You take every part of me,
right from me,
As you take everything from me,
right from me.
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3. |
N.M.E
02:43
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Where were you,
when I called your name a thousand times?
Just a thousand lies, I don't get it...
Holy Spirit, Holy...fuck that shit
I can't wait to see the face of every
God-damned Christian
when they are not saved.
An entire life just gone to waste,
and all for what?
Some fucking man inside a book,
who clearly doesn't give a fuck.
You'll be shocked when there's nothing...
And where were you,
when I called your name a thousand times?
Just a thousand lies, I don't get it...
They speak of kindness,
forgiveness and guidance,
but when you need em,
they're spineless.
Enemy, inside of you.
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4. |
Butcher's Block
02:13
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Motherfuck this fallacy,
it's all you'll ever be.
Can't turn away,
can't turn off the screen.
You're my mistake,
lost cause, no purpose,
A fucking transgression.
Hit the ground falling,
nowhere to run.
Find yourself alone,
cause overthrown.
Cast the first stone.
SOHO, 410, the only way to go
Holding every motherfucker in a sleeper
until they never wake up.
For the first time, all of you are treated as one,
as a target.
Cast the first stone.
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5. |
Postal
02:46
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You said it's all fun and games
'til I had the last laugh.
Keep on whipping my back,
'til these bullets turn your world black.
I won't stand for this, no.
...when you hear the gun click,
little bitch motherfucker...
won't stand for it.
It's what's killing me,
as it all falls apart.
Hate, anger, no heart,
it's what's killing me
Hate, anger, no heart,
it's what's killing me...
as it all falls apart,
it's what's killing me
as it all falls apart...
Killing. Me.
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6. |
False Flag
02:43
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Toxic embers of a filth ridden planet,
we are the disease.
Stricken by greed,
we always take way more than we need.
You want it, you want it?
Then come and get it.
You want it, you want it?
I'll send you to the maker,
who's abandoned us.
No hope, no future for us.
(Pick up your fucking feet,
we're making good on our namesake.
The debt you owe will be paid
in blood and teeth.
WICOMICO COUNTY MOTHERFUCKER,
Get Slumped)
Toxic embers of a filth ridden planet,
we are the disease.
We take way more than we need.
You,
you know,
no-nothing,
I am the answer.
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7. |
Cage Match
01:55
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What makes you better than us?
There's no crown above your head.
Talk shit, get hit, you little piece of shit.
Nobody's looking for you,
you worthless coward.
Feel the wind across your back,
like glass as your tower falters.
You wanna crown yourself a king,
but you mean nothing to anyone.
Snap your neck to watch your back.
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8. |
FUBAR
02:47
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Every day it haunts me,
my misery.
But what you don't understand
is that there's demons flowing
inside of me.
So I put on my mask and
I go about life like the rest of us do.
Maybe I should let them out,
it'll have me foaming at the mouth.
Come take the pain away,
there'll be hell to pay.
Sick and twisted, a little broken
hanging in there, but I'm doing just fine
Maybe if I keep telling myself, eventually I'll
be alright...
Just an empty bottle night,
as I sit back and take a look at my life
I realize I amount to nothing.
Fuck it, drop another one.
Demons having their fun,
and then I hit the ground cold,
bury me.
Yeah, I need a little bit more.
'Til I hit the floor and I'm out...
Sick and twisted, a little broken
hanging in there, but I'm doing just fine
Maybe if I keep telling myself, eventually I'll
be alright...
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9. |
Steep Slope
03:44
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Weak hands, no grip
I can feel myself as I slip.
Here we go again with this shit,
I wanted more
but I've just given up.
Weak hands, no fucking grip
I realized I will never be shit.
I've tried to change,
but things never fucking get better.
I've played this game,
at least life doesn't last forever.
Weak hands, no fucking grip.
I will never be shit.
Drowning in my own mind
Drowning...
Feel the water rise
I'm drowning.
Feel the tide rise...
I'm drowning.
Feel the water rise.
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10. |
The Feeding
02:53
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I thought this was meant to be,
but now you're dead to me.
Filthy swine,
just take and take and take
and leave me here.
Get the fuck away from me,
or end up hitting the ground bitch
and watch the vultures feed
from your body now.
I should've listened to what they said,
what you did that night.
But I gave you another chance...
That was the end of the line then.
I changed for you,
but it wasn't enough.
Break me down brick by brick
until there's nothing left.
Do you really want to get inside my head
and see how dark it gets?
I'm a sick motherfucker,
don't you ever forget...
Get the fuck away from me
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11. |
Hair Trigger
03:18
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Executioner,
Cut the line.
No more do I want to see
This fucking sun rise.
No more do I want to see
A moment of this life.
Cut these blinds over my dead eyes
So I can sleep.
Lay me down underground,
Six feet fucking deep.
I keep filling my mind
With these constant thoughts.
It eats me alive,
Am I dead inside or what?
Am I dead inside?
Now I'm left with thoughts of dying,
With these constant thoughts.
You have taken everything from me.
Left me empty, empty to rot.
You have taken everything from me,
Left me empty, ready to rot.
I'm empty, ready to rot.
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SOHO410 Salisbury, Maryland
WICOMICO COUNTY HARDCORE
Est. 2018
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