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Not Tonight
02:55
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Waste away, social skills decayed,
the sun, a louse! burns down
on my strife. Let's get inside
to protect all life!
Cause friday night's in my dank basement!
Burning eyes, thoughts on level six,
frustration sets, mom's voice distracts,
leave me alone, I'm on the attack,
Curse my way to a lame high score!
They tell me "Let's hit the bar."-NOT TONIGHT
A Night in the city with girls.-NOT TONIGHT
Relations with the human race.-NOT TONIGHT
Better off with myself alone-NOT TONIGHT
Bloodshot eyes and I'm not even high,
Nervous jesters filled with cold sweat banter,
Life's a train I decide not to ride,
I'll never deal, never again, that's alright!
NOT TONIGHT!
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Transporting
02:33
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I quit my scarred life, and now I'm gonna drive.
For love of cash, no! To feed my inner rush.
I'm goin' really fast, no time to enjoy the ride.
Headed west to my drop with dust covered tracks!
The feds are on my back and I'm never gonna stop!
(with the speed I'm transporting!)
It really doesn't matter cause I'm running out of gas!
Fear is just a gnat that gets caught between my grill,
(with the speed I'm transporting!)
Imminent fiery death with no comprehension!
I'll move when you chase me down,
Transporter!
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Polar Circuits
02:17
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Soar delusions, of mixed up grandeur.
They point and laugh, upon observing.
He runs to bed face down in pillow.
He tried running! He tried hiding!
Cycling through a load of mood swings,
Have we damaged more relations,
What has he done, and can he fix it?
It doesn't matter, we feel euphoric!
Faulty circuits , polar circuits,
Can i send it back, no returns
and so you say!
Now I'm stuck, and i feel stuck,
and then forever, yeah forever,
I'll be this way.
I be this way!
Goddamn this way!
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4. |
Without Regret
02:14
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Locked up in a cell,
when the word was going out,
I was being sprung by some commie lawyer.
I was on parole, but i always
plan ahead (with a lip licking grin)
on how I'll kill your daughter.
Without regret-I get precise.
I never fret-I have no gripes.
I do what's best-I tint with blood.
Without regret-I'll earn my fame.
Got busted as I was having fun.
Cuts done best when they're calculated.
A regular kill's so overrated.
I earned my thrill, it's the bad guy ending.
Cut and slice, I found my vice.
Retarded lust, with brash intellect.
Bloody stains, covered just right.
Done so easy as I have no feelings.
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5. |
Controllable
01:10
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Comprehension maybe? No not ever understanding,
my tragic view and sadness over this bird's flight.
As the hunter excited reaches for his rifle cocked,
Gasping with attention, broken skin shows
off the bloody bird's bite.
Has the bird acquired wool in search
of other sheep, or is it second nature
to invite for more distraction.
Shooting at the bird, emotions towed,
the hunter claims his prize.
Lack of focus kills the bird so
after all we know, CONTROLLABLE!
Not me!
All you!
Not you?
Then who?
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Dead Blow Hammer Hoboken, New Jersey
New York/New Jersey 5 - piece ensemble bringing together the old school hardcore and crossover sounds intermixed with other elements of the sub sounds within the hardcore genre. Featuring ex-members of Agnostic Front/Cause For Alarm/Against the Grain NYHC ... more
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