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Funeral Chic
Members | |
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Alex Psaroudis | Drums (2016-present) |
John Andrew Hawkins | Guitars (2016-present) |
Robert Gray | Guitars (2016-present) |
Dustin Carpenter | Vocals (2016-present) |
Member(bands): Young and in the Way (live) |
# | Discography | Type | Year | |
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1 | Funeral Chic | EP | 2014 | Show album |
2 | Hatred Swarm | Full-length | 2016 | Show album |
3 | Superstition | Full-length | 2018 | Show album |
Funeral Chic
Members | |
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Miscellaneous staff | |
Rick Contes | Recording, Mixing, Mastering |
Landis Pearce | Tracking (vocals) |
Tracks | |||
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Side A | |||
1. | Good Fucking Riddance | 02:04 | |
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2. | Hood Collector | 01:46 | |
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3. | Targeted | 02:09 | |
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Side B | |||
4. | Humanity Abandoned | 01:52 | |
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5. | Death Celebrated | 02:22 | |
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Hatred Swarm
Album versions
Release date | Label | Catalog ID | Format | Description |
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September 9th, 2016 | To Live a Lie Records | TLAL115 | 12" vinyl | |
September 9th, 2016 | To Live a Lie Records | TLAL115 | Cassette | |
September 8th, 2016 | Independent | Digital |
Members | |
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Guest/Session | |
A. Melvin | Guitars (additional) (Track 8) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Rick Contes | Recording |
Brad Boatright | Mastering |
Joey Stone | Artwork |
Tracks | |||
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Side A | |||
1. | Shade | 01:22 | Show lyrics |
Dragging every fucking chain, cold and fucking pointless, ’til my hands bleed a trail. Until I beat my knuckles bare. I want nothing, I feel nothing. Only constant disappointment and a step that’s hard and cruel. I want shelter, I want shade. Every breath is like pushing anvils from my chest. Sleeping with an anxious tremor. It holds me and it speaks for me. Pain is all I have in life. Take your shelter, find your shade underneath the reaper’s hood. I want nothing. Life is the enemy. |
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2. | Hatred Swarm | 02:06 | Show lyrics |
Cut them off at the knees. Show them all what’s like to be drained of their blood, laying cold in their very own chalkline. A debt they owe that must be paid in blood in order to understand what is wrong. Bankrolled by the ones they put in bags. Snitches, killers and thieves. No good deed, no vision of safety, no will to serve, no will to protect. Hatred swarm o’er me. May they bleed you out until the white in your flag and the blue in your suit run the deepest shade of red, ’til no more blood is left. |
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3. | Ugly | 01:19 | Show lyrics |
I hereby elect to maintain every right to every fucking word I spit in your face. My language does not represent a lack of proper form, but an abundance of anger. I’ll be the ugly that you want from me. Ugly like you know I am. I am here to piss and moan until broken is my tired jaw. | |||
4. | Down from the Branches | 02:01 | Show lyrics |
I took a dive headlong into the path at my left. What I am now can’t rest in comfort in the same flesh as what I used to be. A part of me has got to die. A part of me is marked for death. They’re both fighting for relief, to be the one that breaks the chain. Like a vulture and a prayer, to show it’s wretched hand as a man prepares to die. I reject this spiritual debt. So that you know I exist and so that you know I am real, I will bleed on every branch on my way into the ground. |
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5. | Roots of Bad | 02:09 | Show lyrics |
Embedded into my torment. Rooted into my soul. I am beaten and cornered like the ugliest animal stripped of its home. Born and bred like a dog without enough rope. I am lonely and hated and kicked and left in the street. Time. Fear. Anger. A world of pain. Time has made me a shell, Fear has made me aware. Anger has made me a threat in a world of pain that belongs to me. I am survived by the idea that I am to be a thorn in every side of creation and every one that I’ll see in hell. This world has made me a dangerous man in all the same ways that smoke will put you in the fucking dirt. |
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Side B | |||
6. | True Punishment | 01:14 | Show lyrics |
Burn the olive branch we extent to the finger pointing generation. Future denied, holy roller. Holding the nail and dropping the hammer. Should the holy fall with a thunderous roar in an empty plot. Should the great power shift from the hands of the law. Should luck permit the hammer fall on an empty chamber, will we suffer for them or will we suffer them too? War on the salt of the earth. War on the lives of the young. Will echo throughout time, true punishment. |
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7. | Hard Wind | 01:34 | Show lyrics |
Only a cold hard wind blows. Feel the rain cut through your skin. It’s on its way. For your disregard of the human spirit. This is your consequence and you will greet it. This is the path you sow and you will reap it. Hard winds will blow for you. You disrespect the few that keep your pockets full. They too hold you in contempt. A hard wind will blow for you. | |||
8. | Humanity Abandoned | 02:00 | Show lyrics |
Rip every claw straight from your flesh and tear them from the limbs that violate you. Man is the ultimate harborer of hate, unrest and violence unto itself. Another inhumane display of power. Resistance voided. Humanity abandoned. Should it speak ill, take it’s breath. Should it lunge, take it’s hands. Another inhumane display of power. Should it mentally enslave, break it’s fucking neck. |
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9. | Ready to Die | 03:43 | Show lyrics |
Born in a choke with an internal war. The burden of inherited life. I am ready to die. Devoid of hope. Realest of pain. Reign of depression. Born alone. Born at war. Born in tears. Birthed into suffering. By every light, may true black reign. | |||
10. | Unspeakable Acts | 01:52 | Show lyrics |
Scratched out. Rejected like a severed limb, poorly reattached in a fever. I need incentive to grab life by the throat and hold and squeeze until I see better days. Will our children be forced to answer for our crimes against the world? When their last rites are read, what will they say of our unspeakable acts? Guilty verdict. Mercy denied. | |||
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Superstition
Album versions
Release date | Label | Catalog ID | Format | Description |
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November 16th, 2018 | Prosthetic Records | 12" vinyl | Limited edition, Colored Vinyl | |
November 16th, 2018 | Prosthetic Records | CD | ||
November 16th, 2018 | Prosthetic Records | Digital | Bandcamp | |
July 17th, 2020 | x7ax Records | 7A006 | Cassette | Limited edition |
Members | |
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Miscellaneous staff | |
Brad Boatright | Mastering |
Rick Contes | Producer, Mixing |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Rotten to the Core | 03:06 | Show lyrics |
I am fuckin’ tired, I am physically ill, I’m still gonna swing my hammer and chains ’til my eyes roll back every day. The only threat to mercy I have is pain and that shit ain’t in short supply. Zoloft in my zone until i get my fill or I’m so goddamn happy I cry. Blood comin’ out of my nose. Smile on my face. Running from God. Livin’ for pain. Howlin’ at the moon on my borrowed time, whippin’ & sleepin’ in the Devil’s ride. Ain’t got nothin’ and I don’t want any more. Forever rotten to the fucking core. | |||
2. | Superstition | 02:03 | Show lyrics |
Bad attitude, cold left hand, guarding every soul in the wrong side. Beyond every spiritual debt, the cards of the dirtiest dealer. I want to know what it’s like to hustle in the shade. What follows what follows me? Ain’t nothin’ scarier than death’s own dread. The shit that hides under the Reaper’s bed. To find a reason to wield a scythe, hide your face in a brilliant disguise. Fear the reaper superstition. Unimaginable Fucking Terror. | |||
3. | Left Alone | 03:09 | Show lyrics |
I disrespect everything alive. Yes, even you. Yes, even me. Plant me in the dirt, gag order the fucking world for my fucking funeral. give me some peace and fucking quiet. Only horror in my mind I’ll never identify. Fear and loathin’, man. I want solitude and lies. No more words, no one cares. No, not even you. No, not even me. Goddamn this world. Don’t want pain, dont want no more time to waste. Don’t want shit, don’t want life, don’t even want to die. Don’t want leather, don’t want lace, I don’t even want a name. I want to be left alone. | |||
4. | Jump | 01:22 | Show lyrics |
I know that you’re not feelin it but lets get down to business. Give us all your time, we’ll keep you out of prison. You step out of line, you get the axe, we get your soul. You fuckin’ judas, know your role. I feel the grip every day, ripping one by one at my ribcage. I know they don’t want me here. I know they want me dead, they know i want to die, but I got work to do, bills to pay. If they ask where I’m from, where I’ve been or where I’m goin, tell these motherfuckers that I went and jumped. Jesus fucking christ almighty, fuck this. I’m out. | |||
5. | Baptized | 01:16 | Show lyrics |
Hooded preacher got a gun to your head. Baptized in chloroform. No pride, no stars, only bars. It all dies with you and yours. Given no weapon of choice by the power. They don’t know what it’s like to live in vicious desperation. I will bet your fucking sheets and burning crosses you will feel every pain. Hooded preacher got a gun to his head, baptized in chloroform. Vicious desperation belongs to you and you fucking earned it. | |||
6. | Deep Pockets | 02:25 | Show lyrics |
Both my hands around your fucking neck, squeeze just to keep your mouth shut just for long enough that someone might fucking ask you. To deal in pain and to do it well is dangerous with thin skin and glass houses. You exist in the softest realm. Product of mothers flashy grin and daddy’s money. Baby born with a silver spoon, know your role and eat your fucking food. Pockets so goddamn deep they swallow us whole, nowhere to go, but down or out for blood. Don’t act so shocked and fucking sick, when we scratch and claw ourselves the fuck out. | |||
7. | Off the Rails | 02:16 | Show lyrics |
Clock is ticking, my path was set. Like a train built on the tracks bringing everything down. Watching it all go off the rails. Headlong into a fucking brick wall. Can’t see past 27. Got only body horror. I am in fucking pain. Off the rails. I’ve lived too many lives and felt too much. I feel goddamn concluded, ride’s almost over. Headlong into a brick fucking wall. My ambition is a coffin, my bloodline is cursed. In my soul a fucking nightmare. My soapbox, a hearse. | |||
8. | Decorated | 01:56 | Show lyrics |
Pigs of law on the prowl like a pack of wolves. Rats that scurry, hiding from traps, selling out brothers for food. Every kevlar covered, spineless fucking body. Waste of cloth, waste of protection, waste of fucking gold. Rats and pigs will see the day, aint enough bullets in the world. From Brooklyn to Babylon, the blast of a bagpipe to the tune of Amazing Grace ’til my ears fucking bleed. It makes me sick, aint nobody payin’ for the front. To pretend to be my daddy, demanding order with an iron club. Blue tails tucked and running scared, graveyards littered with the crosses they bare. | |||
9. | Stay Useless | 01:37 | Show lyrics |
Holler and swing and twist a fucking limb. Every nightmare will begin and end with you and me. Nothin’ but a lonely noose tailor made for you. Give ’em the rope. Scratch at the nerve. Feel my pain. If this is what drains me, if I am to swing, I will not swing alone. You standing in the chair next to mine ready to kick it. Don’t fucking touch me, nobody asked me. Born to suffer, born to die, born to stay useless. Dead dogs aint callin’ shit. Stray cats will claw at this. | |||
10. | Suffer Together Forever | 02:25 | Show lyrics |
Believe in the needle. Believe in the noose. Believe in the knife. Believe in you. Loveless and hopeless. Needles and nooses. The depression generation. When it rains, it fucking pours. If it’s ink, it’s going to dry. If it bleeds, it’s going to die. If it’s rigged, it’s fucking time. Believe in the needle. Believe in the noose. Believe in the knife. Believe in you. Suffer together forever. | |||
11. | Red Laces | 04:07 | Show lyrics |
Waged war on personal soil. Somebody buries their son, frontless and cold. Plucked from the ditch he’ll be left. Stripped of power forever. No redemption, no salvation. Just a decrepit fucking relic. He had it coming. He fucking got it. Every chain they swing, flag they wave is mine. Beyond respect, beyond forgiveness. Past the point of opting out. Don’t want your foot out the door, I want your head on a stick, I want your fucking scalp. To see you hanging by your neck from your fucking red laces. | |||
12. | Say No | 02:46 | Show lyrics |
I feel like I’m fuckin’ dyin’. Twitching my way through time. A fucking product of bullshit and bad vibes. Pain is the only truth I’ll ever need. The only warmth my body can keep. Tighten the rope. Say no to life. I feel like I’m fuckin’ dyin’. I aint scared to die, but I aint tryin’ to go where the mules don’t kick and weeds don’t grow. Send me deeper & deeper & deeper below. Lower & lower, the bottomless hole. | |||
13. | D.R.E.A.M. | 01:58 | Show lyrics |
I will never remember. Always take a knee. Roll around in dirt, in the flag of this land. I will not serve to balance any scale. I aim to break it at both ends. Dragged here at the bottom with the rest of us. Forever unwelcome, by we the unwelcomed. I will not get right with Jesus, I am the only reason. Death rules everything around me. Just let me hang in peace. | |||
14. | Fantasy | 02:23 | Show lyrics |
I offer you my pain and all my sins. My depression in my veins. If I’m hated, make it real & let it ride. Let me die for you or get me fucking killed. Put me in a hole, watch me writhe. I belong to you. Unholy matrimony. No elegance or Jesus between us. Don’t step foot on my grave, unless to piss and fucking moan. There’s a home for both of us in Hell to fuck and torture and burn. Heat fantasy, love was never an option. Pain legacy, all that I want. Ride with me forever, ’til the wheels fall off or tie me to the tracks and fucking run. You better run for your fucking life. | |||
32:49 |
Hatred Swarm
Members | |
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Guest/Session | |
A. Melvin | Guitars (additional) (Track 8) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Rick Contes | Recording |
Brad Boatright | Mastering |
Joey Stone | Artwork |
Tracks | |||
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Side A | |||
1. | Shade | 01:22 | Show lyrics |
Dragging every fucking chain, cold and fucking pointless, ’til my hands bleed a trail. Until I beat my knuckles bare. I want nothing, I feel nothing. Only constant disappointment and a step that’s hard and cruel. I want shelter, I want shade. Every breath is like pushing anvils from my chest. Sleeping with an anxious tremor. It holds me and it speaks for me. Pain is all I have in life. Take your shelter, find your shade underneath the reaper’s hood. I want nothing. Life is the enemy. |
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2. | Hatred Swarm | 02:06 | Show lyrics |
Cut them off at the knees. Show them all what’s like to be drained of their blood, laying cold in their very own chalkline. A debt they owe that must be paid in blood in order to understand what is wrong. Bankrolled by the ones they put in bags. Snitches, killers and thieves. No good deed, no vision of safety, no will to serve, no will to protect. Hatred swarm o’er me. May they bleed you out until the white in your flag and the blue in your suit run the deepest shade of red, ’til no more blood is left. |
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3. | Ugly | 01:19 | Show lyrics |
I hereby elect to maintain every right to every fucking word I spit in your face. My language does not represent a lack of proper form, but an abundance of anger. I’ll be the ugly that you want from me. Ugly like you know I am. I am here to piss and moan until broken is my tired jaw. | |||
4. | Down from the Branches | 02:01 | Show lyrics |
I took a dive headlong into the path at my left. What I am now can’t rest in comfort in the same flesh as what I used to be. A part of me has got to die. A part of me is marked for death. They’re both fighting for relief, to be the one that breaks the chain. Like a vulture and a prayer, to show it’s wretched hand as a man prepares to die. I reject this spiritual debt. So that you know I exist and so that you know I am real, I will bleed on every branch on my way into the ground. |
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5. | Roots of Bad | 02:09 | Show lyrics |
Embedded into my torment. Rooted into my soul. I am beaten and cornered like the ugliest animal stripped of its home. Born and bred like a dog without enough rope. I am lonely and hated and kicked and left in the street. Time. Fear. Anger. A world of pain. Time has made me a shell, Fear has made me aware. Anger has made me a threat in a world of pain that belongs to me. I am survived by the idea that I am to be a thorn in every side of creation and every one that I’ll see in hell. This world has made me a dangerous man in all the same ways that smoke will put you in the fucking dirt. |
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Side B | |||
6. | True Punishment | 01:14 | Show lyrics |
Burn the olive branch we extent to the finger pointing generation. Future denied, holy roller. Holding the nail and dropping the hammer. Should the holy fall with a thunderous roar in an empty plot. Should the great power shift from the hands of the law. Should luck permit the hammer fall on an empty chamber, will we suffer for them or will we suffer them too? War on the salt of the earth. War on the lives of the young. Will echo throughout time, true punishment. |
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7. | Hard Wind | 01:34 | Show lyrics |
Only a cold hard wind blows. Feel the rain cut through your skin. It’s on its way. For your disregard of the human spirit. This is your consequence and you will greet it. This is the path you sow and you will reap it. Hard winds will blow for you. You disrespect the few that keep your pockets full. They too hold you in contempt. A hard wind will blow for you. | |||
8. | Humanity Abandoned | 02:00 | Show lyrics |
Rip every claw straight from your flesh and tear them from the limbs that violate you. Man is the ultimate harborer of hate, unrest and violence unto itself. Another inhumane display of power. Resistance voided. Humanity abandoned. Should it speak ill, take it’s breath. Should it lunge, take it’s hands. Another inhumane display of power. Should it mentally enslave, break it’s fucking neck. |
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9. | Ready to Die | 03:43 | Show lyrics |
Born in a choke with an internal war. The burden of inherited life. I am ready to die. Devoid of hope. Realest of pain. Reign of depression. Born alone. Born at war. Born in tears. Birthed into suffering. By every light, may true black reign. | |||
10. | Unspeakable Acts | 01:52 | Show lyrics |
Scratched out. Rejected like a severed limb, poorly reattached in a fever. I need incentive to grab life by the throat and hold and squeeze until I see better days. Will our children be forced to answer for our crimes against the world? When their last rites are read, what will they say of our unspeakable acts? Guilty verdict. Mercy denied. | |||
19:20 |
Hatred Swarm
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Guest/Session | |
A. Melvin | Guitars (additional) (Track 8) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Rick Contes | Recording |
Brad Boatright | Mastering |
Joey Stone | Artwork |
Tracks | |||
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Side A | |||
1. | Shade | 01:22 | Show lyrics |
Dragging every fucking chain, cold and fucking pointless, ’til my hands bleed a trail. Until I beat my knuckles bare. I want nothing, I feel nothing. Only constant disappointment and a step that’s hard and cruel. I want shelter, I want shade. Every breath is like pushing anvils from my chest. Sleeping with an anxious tremor. It holds me and it speaks for me. Pain is all I have in life. Take your shelter, find your shade underneath the reaper’s hood. I want nothing. Life is the enemy. |
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2. | Hatred Swarm | 02:06 | Show lyrics |
Cut them off at the knees. Show them all what’s like to be drained of their blood, laying cold in their very own chalkline. A debt they owe that must be paid in blood in order to understand what is wrong. Bankrolled by the ones they put in bags. Snitches, killers and thieves. No good deed, no vision of safety, no will to serve, no will to protect. Hatred swarm o’er me. May they bleed you out until the white in your flag and the blue in your suit run the deepest shade of red, ’til no more blood is left. |
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3. | Ugly | 01:19 | Show lyrics |
I hereby elect to maintain every right to every fucking word I spit in your face. My language does not represent a lack of proper form, but an abundance of anger. I’ll be the ugly that you want from me. Ugly like you know I am. I am here to piss and moan until broken is my tired jaw. | |||
4. | Down from the Branches | 02:01 | Show lyrics |
I took a dive headlong into the path at my left. What I am now can’t rest in comfort in the same flesh as what I used to be. A part of me has got to die. A part of me is marked for death. They’re both fighting for relief, to be the one that breaks the chain. Like a vulture and a prayer, to show it’s wretched hand as a man prepares to die. I reject this spiritual debt. So that you know I exist and so that you know I am real, I will bleed on every branch on my way into the ground. |
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5. | Roots of Bad | 02:09 | Show lyrics |
Embedded into my torment. Rooted into my soul. I am beaten and cornered like the ugliest animal stripped of its home. Born and bred like a dog without enough rope. I am lonely and hated and kicked and left in the street. Time. Fear. Anger. A world of pain. Time has made me a shell, Fear has made me aware. Anger has made me a threat in a world of pain that belongs to me. I am survived by the idea that I am to be a thorn in every side of creation and every one that I’ll see in hell. This world has made me a dangerous man in all the same ways that smoke will put you in the fucking dirt. |
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6. | True Punishment | 01:14 | Show lyrics |
Burn the olive branch we extent to the finger pointing generation. Future denied, holy roller. Holding the nail and dropping the hammer. Should the holy fall with a thunderous roar in an empty plot. Should the great power shift from the hands of the law. Should luck permit the hammer fall on an empty chamber, will we suffer for them or will we suffer them too? War on the salt of the earth. War on the lives of the young. Will echo throughout time, true punishment. |
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7. | Hard Wind | 01:34 | Show lyrics |
Only a cold hard wind blows. Feel the rain cut through your skin. It’s on its way. For your disregard of the human spirit. This is your consequence and you will greet it. This is the path you sow and you will reap it. Hard winds will blow for you. You disrespect the few that keep your pockets full. They too hold you in contempt. A hard wind will blow for you. | |||
8. | Humanity Abandoned | 02:00 | Show lyrics |
Rip every claw straight from your flesh and tear them from the limbs that violate you. Man is the ultimate harborer of hate, unrest and violence unto itself. Another inhumane display of power. Resistance voided. Humanity abandoned. Should it speak ill, take it’s breath. Should it lunge, take it’s hands. Another inhumane display of power. Should it mentally enslave, break it’s fucking neck. |
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9. | Ready to Die | 03:43 | Show lyrics |
Born in a choke with an internal war. The burden of inherited life. I am ready to die. Devoid of hope. Realest of pain. Reign of depression. Born alone. Born at war. Born in tears. Birthed into suffering. By every light, may true black reign. | |||
10. | Unspeakable Acts | 01:52 | Show lyrics |
Scratched out. Rejected like a severed limb, poorly reattached in a fever. I need incentive to grab life by the throat and hold and squeeze until I see better days. Will our children be forced to answer for our crimes against the world? When their last rites are read, what will they say of our unspeakable acts? Guilty verdict. Mercy denied. | |||
Side B | |||
1. | Shade | 01:22 | Show lyrics |
Dragging every fucking chain, cold and fucking pointless, ’til my hands bleed a trail. Until I beat my knuckles bare. I want nothing, I feel nothing. Only constant disappointment and a step that’s hard and cruel. I want shelter, I want shade. Every breath is like pushing anvils from my chest. Sleeping with an anxious tremor. It holds me and it speaks for me. Pain is all I have in life. Take your shelter, find your shade underneath the reaper’s hood. I want nothing. Life is the enemy. |
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2. | Hatred Swarm | 02:06 | Show lyrics |
Cut them off at the knees. Show them all what’s like to be drained of their blood, laying cold in their very own chalkline. A debt they owe that must be paid in blood in order to understand what is wrong. Bankrolled by the ones they put in bags. Snitches, killers and thieves. No good deed, no vision of safety, no will to serve, no will to protect. Hatred swarm o’er me. May they bleed you out until the white in your flag and the blue in your suit run the deepest shade of red, ’til no more blood is left. |
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3. | Ugly | 01:19 | Show lyrics |
I hereby elect to maintain every right to every fucking word I spit in your face. My language does not represent a lack of proper form, but an abundance of anger. I’ll be the ugly that you want from me. Ugly like you know I am. I am here to piss and moan until broken is my tired jaw. | |||
4. | Down from the Branches | 02:01 | Show lyrics |
I took a dive headlong into the path at my left. What I am now can’t rest in comfort in the same flesh as what I used to be. A part of me has got to die. A part of me is marked for death. They’re both fighting for relief, to be the one that breaks the chain. Like a vulture and a prayer, to show it’s wretched hand as a man prepares to die. I reject this spiritual debt. So that you know I exist and so that you know I am real, I will bleed on every branch on my way into the ground. |
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5. | Roots of Bad | 02:09 | Show lyrics |
Embedded into my torment. Rooted into my soul. I am beaten and cornered like the ugliest animal stripped of its home. Born and bred like a dog without enough rope. I am lonely and hated and kicked and left in the street. Time. Fear. Anger. A world of pain. Time has made me a shell, Fear has made me aware. Anger has made me a threat in a world of pain that belongs to me. I am survived by the idea that I am to be a thorn in every side of creation and every one that I’ll see in hell. This world has made me a dangerous man in all the same ways that smoke will put you in the fucking dirt. |
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6. | True Punishment | 01:14 | Show lyrics |
Burn the olive branch we extent to the finger pointing generation. Future denied, holy roller. Holding the nail and dropping the hammer. Should the holy fall with a thunderous roar in an empty plot. Should the great power shift from the hands of the law. Should luck permit the hammer fall on an empty chamber, will we suffer for them or will we suffer them too? War on the salt of the earth. War on the lives of the young. Will echo throughout time, true punishment. |
|||
7. | Hard Wind | 01:34 | Show lyrics |
Only a cold hard wind blows. Feel the rain cut through your skin. It’s on its way. For your disregard of the human spirit. This is your consequence and you will greet it. This is the path you sow and you will reap it. Hard winds will blow for you. You disrespect the few that keep your pockets full. They too hold you in contempt. A hard wind will blow for you. | |||
8. | Humanity Abandoned | 02:00 | Show lyrics |
Rip every claw straight from your flesh and tear them from the limbs that violate you. Man is the ultimate harborer of hate, unrest and violence unto itself. Another inhumane display of power. Resistance voided. Humanity abandoned. Should it speak ill, take it’s breath. Should it lunge, take it’s hands. Another inhumane display of power. Should it mentally enslave, break it’s fucking neck. |
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9. | Ready to Die | 03:43 | Show lyrics |
Born in a choke with an internal war. The burden of inherited life. I am ready to die. Devoid of hope. Realest of pain. Reign of depression. Born alone. Born at war. Born in tears. Birthed into suffering. By every light, may true black reign. | |||
10. | Unspeakable Acts | 01:52 | Show lyrics |
Scratched out. Rejected like a severed limb, poorly reattached in a fever. I need incentive to grab life by the throat and hold and squeeze until I see better days. Will our children be forced to answer for our crimes against the world? When their last rites are read, what will they say of our unspeakable acts? Guilty verdict. Mercy denied. | |||
19:20 |
Hatred Swarm
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Guest/Session | |
A. Melvin | Guitars (additional) (Track 8) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Rick Contes | Recording |
Brad Boatright | Mastering |
Joey Stone | Artwork |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Shade | 01:22 | Show lyrics |
Dragging every fucking chain, cold and fucking pointless, ’til my hands bleed a trail. Until I beat my knuckles bare. I want nothing, I feel nothing. Only constant disappointment and a step that’s hard and cruel. I want shelter, I want shade. Every breath is like pushing anvils from my chest. Sleeping with an anxious tremor. It holds me and it speaks for me. Pain is all I have in life. Take your shelter, find your shade underneath the reaper’s hood. I want nothing. Life is the enemy. |
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2. | Hatred Swarm | 02:06 | Show lyrics |
Cut them off at the knees. Show them all what’s like to be drained of their blood, laying cold in their very own chalkline. A debt they owe that must be paid in blood in order to understand what is wrong. Bankrolled by the ones they put in bags. Snitches, killers and thieves. No good deed, no vision of safety, no will to serve, no will to protect. Hatred swarm o’er me. May they bleed you out until the white in your flag and the blue in your suit run the deepest shade of red, ’til no more blood is left. |
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3. | Ugly | 01:19 | Show lyrics |
I hereby elect to maintain every right to every fucking word I spit in your face. My language does not represent a lack of proper form, but an abundance of anger. I’ll be the ugly that you want from me. Ugly like you know I am. I am here to piss and moan until broken is my tired jaw. | |||
4. | Down from the Branches | 02:01 | Show lyrics |
I took a dive headlong into the path at my left. What I am now can’t rest in comfort in the same flesh as what I used to be. A part of me has got to die. A part of me is marked for death. They’re both fighting for relief, to be the one that breaks the chain. Like a vulture and a prayer, to show it’s wretched hand as a man prepares to die. I reject this spiritual debt. So that you know I exist and so that you know I am real, I will bleed on every branch on my way into the ground. |
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5. | Roots of Bad | 02:09 | Show lyrics |
Embedded into my torment. Rooted into my soul. I am beaten and cornered like the ugliest animal stripped of its home. Born and bred like a dog without enough rope. I am lonely and hated and kicked and left in the street. Time. Fear. Anger. A world of pain. Time has made me a shell, Fear has made me aware. Anger has made me a threat in a world of pain that belongs to me. I am survived by the idea that I am to be a thorn in every side of creation and every one that I’ll see in hell. This world has made me a dangerous man in all the same ways that smoke will put you in the fucking dirt. |
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6. | True Punishment | 01:14 | Show lyrics |
Burn the olive branch we extent to the finger pointing generation. Future denied, holy roller. Holding the nail and dropping the hammer. Should the holy fall with a thunderous roar in an empty plot. Should the great power shift from the hands of the law. Should luck permit the hammer fall on an empty chamber, will we suffer for them or will we suffer them too? War on the salt of the earth. War on the lives of the young. Will echo throughout time, true punishment. |
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7. | Hard Wind | 01:34 | Show lyrics |
Only a cold hard wind blows. Feel the rain cut through your skin. It’s on its way. For your disregard of the human spirit. This is your consequence and you will greet it. This is the path you sow and you will reap it. Hard winds will blow for you. You disrespect the few that keep your pockets full. They too hold you in contempt. A hard wind will blow for you. | |||
8. | Humanity Abandoned | 02:00 | Show lyrics |
Rip every claw straight from your flesh and tear them from the limbs that violate you. Man is the ultimate harborer of hate, unrest and violence unto itself. Another inhumane display of power. Resistance voided. Humanity abandoned. Should it speak ill, take it’s breath. Should it lunge, take it’s hands. Another inhumane display of power. Should it mentally enslave, break it’s fucking neck. |
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9. | Ready to Die | 03:43 | Show lyrics |
Born in a choke with an internal war. The burden of inherited life. I am ready to die. Devoid of hope. Realest of pain. Reign of depression. Born alone. Born at war. Born in tears. Birthed into suffering. By every light, may true black reign. | |||
10. | Unspeakable Acts | 01:52 | Show lyrics |
Scratched out. Rejected like a severed limb, poorly reattached in a fever. I need incentive to grab life by the throat and hold and squeeze until I see better days. Will our children be forced to answer for our crimes against the world? When their last rites are read, what will they say of our unspeakable acts? Guilty verdict. Mercy denied. | |||
19:20 |
Superstition
Members | |
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Miscellaneous staff | |
Brad Boatright | Mastering |
Rick Contes | Producer, Mixing |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Rotten to the Core | 03:06 | Show lyrics |
I am fuckin’ tired, I am physically ill, I’m still gonna swing my hammer and chains ’til my eyes roll back every day. The only threat to mercy I have is pain and that shit ain’t in short supply. Zoloft in my zone until i get my fill or I’m so goddamn happy I cry. Blood comin’ out of my nose. Smile on my face. Running from God. Livin’ for pain. Howlin’ at the moon on my borrowed time, whippin’ & sleepin’ in the Devil’s ride. Ain’t got nothin’ and I don’t want any more. Forever rotten to the fucking core. | |||
2. | Superstition | 02:03 | Show lyrics |
Bad attitude, cold left hand, guarding every soul in the wrong side. Beyond every spiritual debt, the cards of the dirtiest dealer. I want to know what it’s like to hustle in the shade. What follows what follows me? Ain’t nothin’ scarier than death’s own dread. The shit that hides under the Reaper’s bed. To find a reason to wield a scythe, hide your face in a brilliant disguise. Fear the reaper superstition. Unimaginable Fucking Terror. | |||
3. | Left Alone | 03:09 | Show lyrics |
I disrespect everything alive. Yes, even you. Yes, even me. Plant me in the dirt, gag order the fucking world for my fucking funeral. give me some peace and fucking quiet. Only horror in my mind I’ll never identify. Fear and loathin’, man. I want solitude and lies. No more words, no one cares. No, not even you. No, not even me. Goddamn this world. Don’t want pain, dont want no more time to waste. Don’t want shit, don’t want life, don’t even want to die. Don’t want leather, don’t want lace, I don’t even want a name. I want to be left alone. | |||
4. | Jump | 01:22 | Show lyrics |
I know that you’re not feelin it but lets get down to business. Give us all your time, we’ll keep you out of prison. You step out of line, you get the axe, we get your soul. You fuckin’ judas, know your role. I feel the grip every day, ripping one by one at my ribcage. I know they don’t want me here. I know they want me dead, they know i want to die, but I got work to do, bills to pay. If they ask where I’m from, where I’ve been or where I’m goin, tell these motherfuckers that I went and jumped. Jesus fucking christ almighty, fuck this. I’m out. | |||
5. | Baptized | 01:16 | Show lyrics |
Hooded preacher got a gun to your head. Baptized in chloroform. No pride, no stars, only bars. It all dies with you and yours. Given no weapon of choice by the power. They don’t know what it’s like to live in vicious desperation. I will bet your fucking sheets and burning crosses you will feel every pain. Hooded preacher got a gun to his head, baptized in chloroform. Vicious desperation belongs to you and you fucking earned it. | |||
6. | Deep Pockets | 02:25 | Show lyrics |
Both my hands around your fucking neck, squeeze just to keep your mouth shut just for long enough that someone might fucking ask you. To deal in pain and to do it well is dangerous with thin skin and glass houses. You exist in the softest realm. Product of mothers flashy grin and daddy’s money. Baby born with a silver spoon, know your role and eat your fucking food. Pockets so goddamn deep they swallow us whole, nowhere to go, but down or out for blood. Don’t act so shocked and fucking sick, when we scratch and claw ourselves the fuck out. | |||
7. | Off the Rails | 02:16 | Show lyrics |
Clock is ticking, my path was set. Like a train built on the tracks bringing everything down. Watching it all go off the rails. Headlong into a fucking brick wall. Can’t see past 27. Got only body horror. I am in fucking pain. Off the rails. I’ve lived too many lives and felt too much. I feel goddamn concluded, ride’s almost over. Headlong into a brick fucking wall. My ambition is a coffin, my bloodline is cursed. In my soul a fucking nightmare. My soapbox, a hearse. | |||
8. | Decorated | 01:56 | Show lyrics |
Pigs of law on the prowl like a pack of wolves. Rats that scurry, hiding from traps, selling out brothers for food. Every kevlar covered, spineless fucking body. Waste of cloth, waste of protection, waste of fucking gold. Rats and pigs will see the day, aint enough bullets in the world. From Brooklyn to Babylon, the blast of a bagpipe to the tune of Amazing Grace ’til my ears fucking bleed. It makes me sick, aint nobody payin’ for the front. To pretend to be my daddy, demanding order with an iron club. Blue tails tucked and running scared, graveyards littered with the crosses they bare. | |||
9. | Stay Useless | 01:37 | Show lyrics |
Holler and swing and twist a fucking limb. Every nightmare will begin and end with you and me. Nothin’ but a lonely noose tailor made for you. Give ’em the rope. Scratch at the nerve. Feel my pain. If this is what drains me, if I am to swing, I will not swing alone. You standing in the chair next to mine ready to kick it. Don’t fucking touch me, nobody asked me. Born to suffer, born to die, born to stay useless. Dead dogs aint callin’ shit. Stray cats will claw at this. | |||
10. | Suffer Together Forever | 02:25 | Show lyrics |
Believe in the needle. Believe in the noose. Believe in the knife. Believe in you. Loveless and hopeless. Needles and nooses. The depression generation. When it rains, it fucking pours. If it’s ink, it’s going to dry. If it bleeds, it’s going to die. If it’s rigged, it’s fucking time. Believe in the needle. Believe in the noose. Believe in the knife. Believe in you. Suffer together forever. | |||
11. | Red Laces | 04:07 | Show lyrics |
Waged war on personal soil. Somebody buries their son, frontless and cold. Plucked from the ditch he’ll be left. Stripped of power forever. No redemption, no salvation. Just a decrepit fucking relic. He had it coming. He fucking got it. Every chain they swing, flag they wave is mine. Beyond respect, beyond forgiveness. Past the point of opting out. Don’t want your foot out the door, I want your head on a stick, I want your fucking scalp. To see you hanging by your neck from your fucking red laces. | |||
12. | Say No | 02:46 | Show lyrics |
I feel like I’m fuckin’ dyin’. Twitching my way through time. A fucking product of bullshit and bad vibes. Pain is the only truth I’ll ever need. The only warmth my body can keep. Tighten the rope. Say no to life. I feel like I’m fuckin’ dyin’. I aint scared to die, but I aint tryin’ to go where the mules don’t kick and weeds don’t grow. Send me deeper & deeper & deeper below. Lower & lower, the bottomless hole. | |||
13. | D.R.E.A.M. | 01:58 | Show lyrics |
I will never remember. Always take a knee. Roll around in dirt, in the flag of this land. I will not serve to balance any scale. I aim to break it at both ends. Dragged here at the bottom with the rest of us. Forever unwelcome, by we the unwelcomed. I will not get right with Jesus, I am the only reason. Death rules everything around me. Just let me hang in peace. | |||
14. | Fantasy | 02:23 | Show lyrics |
I offer you my pain and all my sins. My depression in my veins. If I’m hated, make it real & let it ride. Let me die for you or get me fucking killed. Put me in a hole, watch me writhe. I belong to you. Unholy matrimony. No elegance or Jesus between us. Don’t step foot on my grave, unless to piss and fucking moan. There’s a home for both of us in Hell to fuck and torture and burn. Heat fantasy, love was never an option. Pain legacy, all that I want. Ride with me forever, ’til the wheels fall off or tie me to the tracks and fucking run. You better run for your fucking life. | |||
32:49 |
Superstition
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Brad Boatright | Mastering |
Rick Contes | Producer, Mixing |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Rotten to the Core | 03:06 | Show lyrics |
I am fuckin’ tired, I am physically ill, I’m still gonna swing my hammer and chains ’til my eyes roll back every day. The only threat to mercy I have is pain and that shit ain’t in short supply. Zoloft in my zone until i get my fill or I’m so goddamn happy I cry. Blood comin’ out of my nose. Smile on my face. Running from God. Livin’ for pain. Howlin’ at the moon on my borrowed time, whippin’ & sleepin’ in the Devil’s ride. Ain’t got nothin’ and I don’t want any more. Forever rotten to the fucking core. | |||
2. | Superstition | 02:03 | Show lyrics |
Bad attitude, cold left hand, guarding every soul in the wrong side. Beyond every spiritual debt, the cards of the dirtiest dealer. I want to know what it’s like to hustle in the shade. What follows what follows me? Ain’t nothin’ scarier than death’s own dread. The shit that hides under the Reaper’s bed. To find a reason to wield a scythe, hide your face in a brilliant disguise. Fear the reaper superstition. Unimaginable Fucking Terror. | |||
3. | Left Alone | 03:09 | Show lyrics |
I disrespect everything alive. Yes, even you. Yes, even me. Plant me in the dirt, gag order the fucking world for my fucking funeral. give me some peace and fucking quiet. Only horror in my mind I’ll never identify. Fear and loathin’, man. I want solitude and lies. No more words, no one cares. No, not even you. No, not even me. Goddamn this world. Don’t want pain, dont want no more time to waste. Don’t want shit, don’t want life, don’t even want to die. Don’t want leather, don’t want lace, I don’t even want a name. I want to be left alone. | |||
4. | Jump | 01:22 | Show lyrics |
I know that you’re not feelin it but lets get down to business. Give us all your time, we’ll keep you out of prison. You step out of line, you get the axe, we get your soul. You fuckin’ judas, know your role. I feel the grip every day, ripping one by one at my ribcage. I know they don’t want me here. I know they want me dead, they know i want to die, but I got work to do, bills to pay. If they ask where I’m from, where I’ve been or where I’m goin, tell these motherfuckers that I went and jumped. Jesus fucking christ almighty, fuck this. I’m out. | |||
5. | Baptized | 01:16 | Show lyrics |
Hooded preacher got a gun to your head. Baptized in chloroform. No pride, no stars, only bars. It all dies with you and yours. Given no weapon of choice by the power. They don’t know what it’s like to live in vicious desperation. I will bet your fucking sheets and burning crosses you will feel every pain. Hooded preacher got a gun to his head, baptized in chloroform. Vicious desperation belongs to you and you fucking earned it. | |||
6. | Deep Pockets | 02:25 | Show lyrics |
Both my hands around your fucking neck, squeeze just to keep your mouth shut just for long enough that someone might fucking ask you. To deal in pain and to do it well is dangerous with thin skin and glass houses. You exist in the softest realm. Product of mothers flashy grin and daddy’s money. Baby born with a silver spoon, know your role and eat your fucking food. Pockets so goddamn deep they swallow us whole, nowhere to go, but down or out for blood. Don’t act so shocked and fucking sick, when we scratch and claw ourselves the fuck out. | |||
7. | Off the Rails | 02:16 | Show lyrics |
Clock is ticking, my path was set. Like a train built on the tracks bringing everything down. Watching it all go off the rails. Headlong into a fucking brick wall. Can’t see past 27. Got only body horror. I am in fucking pain. Off the rails. I’ve lived too many lives and felt too much. I feel goddamn concluded, ride’s almost over. Headlong into a brick fucking wall. My ambition is a coffin, my bloodline is cursed. In my soul a fucking nightmare. My soapbox, a hearse. | |||
8. | Decorated | 01:56 | Show lyrics |
Pigs of law on the prowl like a pack of wolves. Rats that scurry, hiding from traps, selling out brothers for food. Every kevlar covered, spineless fucking body. Waste of cloth, waste of protection, waste of fucking gold. Rats and pigs will see the day, aint enough bullets in the world. From Brooklyn to Babylon, the blast of a bagpipe to the tune of Amazing Grace ’til my ears fucking bleed. It makes me sick, aint nobody payin’ for the front. To pretend to be my daddy, demanding order with an iron club. Blue tails tucked and running scared, graveyards littered with the crosses they bare. | |||
9. | Stay Useless | 01:37 | Show lyrics |
Holler and swing and twist a fucking limb. Every nightmare will begin and end with you and me. Nothin’ but a lonely noose tailor made for you. Give ’em the rope. Scratch at the nerve. Feel my pain. If this is what drains me, if I am to swing, I will not swing alone. You standing in the chair next to mine ready to kick it. Don’t fucking touch me, nobody asked me. Born to suffer, born to die, born to stay useless. Dead dogs aint callin’ shit. Stray cats will claw at this. | |||
10. | Suffer Together Forever | 02:25 | Show lyrics |
Believe in the needle. Believe in the noose. Believe in the knife. Believe in you. Loveless and hopeless. Needles and nooses. The depression generation. When it rains, it fucking pours. If it’s ink, it’s going to dry. If it bleeds, it’s going to die. If it’s rigged, it’s fucking time. Believe in the needle. Believe in the noose. Believe in the knife. Believe in you. Suffer together forever. | |||
11. | Red Laces | 04:07 | Show lyrics |
Waged war on personal soil. Somebody buries their son, frontless and cold. Plucked from the ditch he’ll be left. Stripped of power forever. No redemption, no salvation. Just a decrepit fucking relic. He had it coming. He fucking got it. Every chain they swing, flag they wave is mine. Beyond respect, beyond forgiveness. Past the point of opting out. Don’t want your foot out the door, I want your head on a stick, I want your fucking scalp. To see you hanging by your neck from your fucking red laces. | |||
12. | Say No | 02:46 | Show lyrics |
I feel like I’m fuckin’ dyin’. Twitching my way through time. A fucking product of bullshit and bad vibes. Pain is the only truth I’ll ever need. The only warmth my body can keep. Tighten the rope. Say no to life. I feel like I’m fuckin’ dyin’. I aint scared to die, but I aint tryin’ to go where the mules don’t kick and weeds don’t grow. Send me deeper & deeper & deeper below. Lower & lower, the bottomless hole. | |||
13. | D.R.E.A.M. | 01:58 | Show lyrics |
I will never remember. Always take a knee. Roll around in dirt, in the flag of this land. I will not serve to balance any scale. I aim to break it at both ends. Dragged here at the bottom with the rest of us. Forever unwelcome, by we the unwelcomed. I will not get right with Jesus, I am the only reason. Death rules everything around me. Just let me hang in peace. | |||
14. | Fantasy | 02:23 | Show lyrics |
I offer you my pain and all my sins. My depression in my veins. If I’m hated, make it real & let it ride. Let me die for you or get me fucking killed. Put me in a hole, watch me writhe. I belong to you. Unholy matrimony. No elegance or Jesus between us. Don’t step foot on my grave, unless to piss and fucking moan. There’s a home for both of us in Hell to fuck and torture and burn. Heat fantasy, love was never an option. Pain legacy, all that I want. Ride with me forever, ’til the wheels fall off or tie me to the tracks and fucking run. You better run for your fucking life. | |||
32:49 |
Superstition
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Brad Boatright | Mastering |
Rick Contes | Producer, Mixing |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Rotten to the Core | 03:06 | Show lyrics |
I am fuckin’ tired, I am physically ill, I’m still gonna swing my hammer and chains ’til my eyes roll back every day. The only threat to mercy I have is pain and that shit ain’t in short supply. Zoloft in my zone until i get my fill or I’m so goddamn happy I cry. Blood comin’ out of my nose. Smile on my face. Running from God. Livin’ for pain. Howlin’ at the moon on my borrowed time, whippin’ & sleepin’ in the Devil’s ride. Ain’t got nothin’ and I don’t want any more. Forever rotten to the fucking core. | |||
2. | Superstition | 02:03 | Show lyrics |
Bad attitude, cold left hand, guarding every soul in the wrong side. Beyond every spiritual debt, the cards of the dirtiest dealer. I want to know what it’s like to hustle in the shade. What follows what follows me? Ain’t nothin’ scarier than death’s own dread. The shit that hides under the Reaper’s bed. To find a reason to wield a scythe, hide your face in a brilliant disguise. Fear the reaper superstition. Unimaginable Fucking Terror. | |||
3. | Left Alone | 03:09 | Show lyrics |
I disrespect everything alive. Yes, even you. Yes, even me. Plant me in the dirt, gag order the fucking world for my fucking funeral. give me some peace and fucking quiet. Only horror in my mind I’ll never identify. Fear and loathin’, man. I want solitude and lies. No more words, no one cares. No, not even you. No, not even me. Goddamn this world. Don’t want pain, dont want no more time to waste. Don’t want shit, don’t want life, don’t even want to die. Don’t want leather, don’t want lace, I don’t even want a name. I want to be left alone. | |||
4. | Jump | 01:22 | Show lyrics |
I know that you’re not feelin it but lets get down to business. Give us all your time, we’ll keep you out of prison. You step out of line, you get the axe, we get your soul. You fuckin’ judas, know your role. I feel the grip every day, ripping one by one at my ribcage. I know they don’t want me here. I know they want me dead, they know i want to die, but I got work to do, bills to pay. If they ask where I’m from, where I’ve been or where I’m goin, tell these motherfuckers that I went and jumped. Jesus fucking christ almighty, fuck this. I’m out. | |||
5. | Baptized | 01:16 | Show lyrics |
Hooded preacher got a gun to your head. Baptized in chloroform. No pride, no stars, only bars. It all dies with you and yours. Given no weapon of choice by the power. They don’t know what it’s like to live in vicious desperation. I will bet your fucking sheets and burning crosses you will feel every pain. Hooded preacher got a gun to his head, baptized in chloroform. Vicious desperation belongs to you and you fucking earned it. | |||
6. | Deep Pockets | 02:25 | Show lyrics |
Both my hands around your fucking neck, squeeze just to keep your mouth shut just for long enough that someone might fucking ask you. To deal in pain and to do it well is dangerous with thin skin and glass houses. You exist in the softest realm. Product of mothers flashy grin and daddy’s money. Baby born with a silver spoon, know your role and eat your fucking food. Pockets so goddamn deep they swallow us whole, nowhere to go, but down or out for blood. Don’t act so shocked and fucking sick, when we scratch and claw ourselves the fuck out. | |||
7. | Off the Rails | 02:16 | Show lyrics |
Clock is ticking, my path was set. Like a train built on the tracks bringing everything down. Watching it all go off the rails. Headlong into a fucking brick wall. Can’t see past 27. Got only body horror. I am in fucking pain. Off the rails. I’ve lived too many lives and felt too much. I feel goddamn concluded, ride’s almost over. Headlong into a brick fucking wall. My ambition is a coffin, my bloodline is cursed. In my soul a fucking nightmare. My soapbox, a hearse. | |||
8. | Decorated | 01:56 | Show lyrics |
Pigs of law on the prowl like a pack of wolves. Rats that scurry, hiding from traps, selling out brothers for food. Every kevlar covered, spineless fucking body. Waste of cloth, waste of protection, waste of fucking gold. Rats and pigs will see the day, aint enough bullets in the world. From Brooklyn to Babylon, the blast of a bagpipe to the tune of Amazing Grace ’til my ears fucking bleed. It makes me sick, aint nobody payin’ for the front. To pretend to be my daddy, demanding order with an iron club. Blue tails tucked and running scared, graveyards littered with the crosses they bare. | |||
9. | Stay Useless | 01:37 | Show lyrics |
Holler and swing and twist a fucking limb. Every nightmare will begin and end with you and me. Nothin’ but a lonely noose tailor made for you. Give ’em the rope. Scratch at the nerve. Feel my pain. If this is what drains me, if I am to swing, I will not swing alone. You standing in the chair next to mine ready to kick it. Don’t fucking touch me, nobody asked me. Born to suffer, born to die, born to stay useless. Dead dogs aint callin’ shit. Stray cats will claw at this. | |||
10. | Suffer Together Forever | 02:25 | Show lyrics |
Believe in the needle. Believe in the noose. Believe in the knife. Believe in you. Loveless and hopeless. Needles and nooses. The depression generation. When it rains, it fucking pours. If it’s ink, it’s going to dry. If it bleeds, it’s going to die. If it’s rigged, it’s fucking time. Believe in the needle. Believe in the noose. Believe in the knife. Believe in you. Suffer together forever. | |||
11. | Red Laces | 04:07 | Show lyrics |
Waged war on personal soil. Somebody buries their son, frontless and cold. Plucked from the ditch he’ll be left. Stripped of power forever. No redemption, no salvation. Just a decrepit fucking relic. He had it coming. He fucking got it. Every chain they swing, flag they wave is mine. Beyond respect, beyond forgiveness. Past the point of opting out. Don’t want your foot out the door, I want your head on a stick, I want your fucking scalp. To see you hanging by your neck from your fucking red laces. | |||
12. | Say No | 02:46 | Show lyrics |
I feel like I’m fuckin’ dyin’. Twitching my way through time. A fucking product of bullshit and bad vibes. Pain is the only truth I’ll ever need. The only warmth my body can keep. Tighten the rope. Say no to life. I feel like I’m fuckin’ dyin’. I aint scared to die, but I aint tryin’ to go where the mules don’t kick and weeds don’t grow. Send me deeper & deeper & deeper below. Lower & lower, the bottomless hole. | |||
13. | D.R.E.A.M. | 01:58 | Show lyrics |
I will never remember. Always take a knee. Roll around in dirt, in the flag of this land. I will not serve to balance any scale. I aim to break it at both ends. Dragged here at the bottom with the rest of us. Forever unwelcome, by we the unwelcomed. I will not get right with Jesus, I am the only reason. Death rules everything around me. Just let me hang in peace. | |||
14. | Fantasy | 02:23 | Show lyrics |
I offer you my pain and all my sins. My depression in my veins. If I’m hated, make it real & let it ride. Let me die for you or get me fucking killed. Put me in a hole, watch me writhe. I belong to you. Unholy matrimony. No elegance or Jesus between us. Don’t step foot on my grave, unless to piss and fucking moan. There’s a home for both of us in Hell to fuck and torture and burn. Heat fantasy, love was never an option. Pain legacy, all that I want. Ride with me forever, ’til the wheels fall off or tie me to the tracks and fucking run. You better run for your fucking life. | |||
32:49 |
Superstition
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Brad Boatright | Mastering |
Rick Contes | Producer, Mixing |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Rotten to the Core | 03:06 | Show lyrics |
I am fuckin’ tired, I am physically ill, I’m still gonna swing my hammer and chains ’til my eyes roll back every day. The only threat to mercy I have is pain and that shit ain’t in short supply. Zoloft in my zone until i get my fill or I’m so goddamn happy I cry. Blood comin’ out of my nose. Smile on my face. Running from God. Livin’ for pain. Howlin’ at the moon on my borrowed time, whippin’ & sleepin’ in the Devil’s ride. Ain’t got nothin’ and I don’t want any more. Forever rotten to the fucking core. | |||
2. | Superstition | 02:03 | Show lyrics |
Bad attitude, cold left hand, guarding every soul in the wrong side. Beyond every spiritual debt, the cards of the dirtiest dealer. I want to know what it’s like to hustle in the shade. What follows what follows me? Ain’t nothin’ scarier than death’s own dread. The shit that hides under the Reaper’s bed. To find a reason to wield a scythe, hide your face in a brilliant disguise. Fear the reaper superstition. Unimaginable Fucking Terror. | |||
3. | Left Alone | 03:09 | Show lyrics |
I disrespect everything alive. Yes, even you. Yes, even me. Plant me in the dirt, gag order the fucking world for my fucking funeral. give me some peace and fucking quiet. Only horror in my mind I’ll never identify. Fear and loathin’, man. I want solitude and lies. No more words, no one cares. No, not even you. No, not even me. Goddamn this world. Don’t want pain, dont want no more time to waste. Don’t want shit, don’t want life, don’t even want to die. Don’t want leather, don’t want lace, I don’t even want a name. I want to be left alone. | |||
4. | Jump | 01:22 | Show lyrics |
I know that you’re not feelin it but lets get down to business. Give us all your time, we’ll keep you out of prison. You step out of line, you get the axe, we get your soul. You fuckin’ judas, know your role. I feel the grip every day, ripping one by one at my ribcage. I know they don’t want me here. I know they want me dead, they know i want to die, but I got work to do, bills to pay. If they ask where I’m from, where I’ve been or where I’m goin, tell these motherfuckers that I went and jumped. Jesus fucking christ almighty, fuck this. I’m out. | |||
5. | Baptized | 01:16 | Show lyrics |
Hooded preacher got a gun to your head. Baptized in chloroform. No pride, no stars, only bars. It all dies with you and yours. Given no weapon of choice by the power. They don’t know what it’s like to live in vicious desperation. I will bet your fucking sheets and burning crosses you will feel every pain. Hooded preacher got a gun to his head, baptized in chloroform. Vicious desperation belongs to you and you fucking earned it. | |||
6. | Deep Pockets | 02:25 | Show lyrics |
Both my hands around your fucking neck, squeeze just to keep your mouth shut just for long enough that someone might fucking ask you. To deal in pain and to do it well is dangerous with thin skin and glass houses. You exist in the softest realm. Product of mothers flashy grin and daddy’s money. Baby born with a silver spoon, know your role and eat your fucking food. Pockets so goddamn deep they swallow us whole, nowhere to go, but down or out for blood. Don’t act so shocked and fucking sick, when we scratch and claw ourselves the fuck out. | |||
7. | Off the Rails | 02:16 | Show lyrics |
Clock is ticking, my path was set. Like a train built on the tracks bringing everything down. Watching it all go off the rails. Headlong into a fucking brick wall. Can’t see past 27. Got only body horror. I am in fucking pain. Off the rails. I’ve lived too many lives and felt too much. I feel goddamn concluded, ride’s almost over. Headlong into a brick fucking wall. My ambition is a coffin, my bloodline is cursed. In my soul a fucking nightmare. My soapbox, a hearse. | |||
8. | Decorated | 01:56 | Show lyrics |
Pigs of law on the prowl like a pack of wolves. Rats that scurry, hiding from traps, selling out brothers for food. Every kevlar covered, spineless fucking body. Waste of cloth, waste of protection, waste of fucking gold. Rats and pigs will see the day, aint enough bullets in the world. From Brooklyn to Babylon, the blast of a bagpipe to the tune of Amazing Grace ’til my ears fucking bleed. It makes me sick, aint nobody payin’ for the front. To pretend to be my daddy, demanding order with an iron club. Blue tails tucked and running scared, graveyards littered with the crosses they bare. | |||
9. | Stay Useless | 01:37 | Show lyrics |
Holler and swing and twist a fucking limb. Every nightmare will begin and end with you and me. Nothin’ but a lonely noose tailor made for you. Give ’em the rope. Scratch at the nerve. Feel my pain. If this is what drains me, if I am to swing, I will not swing alone. You standing in the chair next to mine ready to kick it. Don’t fucking touch me, nobody asked me. Born to suffer, born to die, born to stay useless. Dead dogs aint callin’ shit. Stray cats will claw at this. | |||
10. | Suffer Together Forever | 02:25 | Show lyrics |
Believe in the needle. Believe in the noose. Believe in the knife. Believe in you. Loveless and hopeless. Needles and nooses. The depression generation. When it rains, it fucking pours. If it’s ink, it’s going to dry. If it bleeds, it’s going to die. If it’s rigged, it’s fucking time. Believe in the needle. Believe in the noose. Believe in the knife. Believe in you. Suffer together forever. | |||
11. | Red Laces | 04:07 | Show lyrics |
Waged war on personal soil. Somebody buries their son, frontless and cold. Plucked from the ditch he’ll be left. Stripped of power forever. No redemption, no salvation. Just a decrepit fucking relic. He had it coming. He fucking got it. Every chain they swing, flag they wave is mine. Beyond respect, beyond forgiveness. Past the point of opting out. Don’t want your foot out the door, I want your head on a stick, I want your fucking scalp. To see you hanging by your neck from your fucking red laces. | |||
12. | Say No | 02:46 | Show lyrics |
I feel like I’m fuckin’ dyin’. Twitching my way through time. A fucking product of bullshit and bad vibes. Pain is the only truth I’ll ever need. The only warmth my body can keep. Tighten the rope. Say no to life. I feel like I’m fuckin’ dyin’. I aint scared to die, but I aint tryin’ to go where the mules don’t kick and weeds don’t grow. Send me deeper & deeper & deeper below. Lower & lower, the bottomless hole. | |||
13. | D.R.E.A.M. | 01:58 | Show lyrics |
I will never remember. Always take a knee. Roll around in dirt, in the flag of this land. I will not serve to balance any scale. I aim to break it at both ends. Dragged here at the bottom with the rest of us. Forever unwelcome, by we the unwelcomed. I will not get right with Jesus, I am the only reason. Death rules everything around me. Just let me hang in peace. | |||
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