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Condemned To Rot
00:48
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This, my resting place - the cell in which I lay.
Force-fed my own excrement
And left to watch myself slowly decay.
Condemned to rot.
I am undone (I am undone)
I've been erased.
Another number, just a
Scapegoat for the human race.
A nameless face.
I've been forced
To exist in
Never-ending darkness.
Condemned to rot.
Collapse before my master
Blind eyes and shackled hands.
Filth is my god.
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Life Encased
00:17
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I feel nothing, only suffering.
Stare to space.
Life encased.
Will I ever break these chains?
No.
Is anguish my destined fate?
Yes.
Death becomes me.
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Godless
00:40
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Godless.
Restless,
Can't sleep at night.
Godless.
Extinguished light.
Baptized by darkness.
Regurgitating the body of Christ.
You long to feel death's embrace
While I'm already six feet deep
You say you've been to hell and back?
Well, every day I pass the gates
I have yet to see your face.
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Gutter/Grave
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One foot is in the gutter
And the other's in a grave.
No hope. No future.
I will never see better days.
The grass is always greener
When you're kneck-deep in the dirt.
Let's make sure nothing ever blooms:
Wrist, meet razor.
Salt, meet fucking earth.
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5. |
Foul World
00:28
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I wash my hands of this foul world in which I am living
I was always told to hang my head.
That I could do nothing.
All I want
Is someone to sit beside me
And watch (and watch)
Society fall apart
At its hinges.
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6. |
Pledge Of Enslavement
00:31
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Manufactured Existence
Mechanized fucking life
Place your right hand
On your heart,
Close your eyes and recite:
I pledge enslavement to the flag
Of the United States of Dystopia,
And to the despondence for which it stands.
Renounce identity as but a thrall.
I stumble but the chains break my fall.
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Apocalyptic Agenda
00:48
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Exhausted by stupidity
You are nothing to me
I am misanthropy.
And what that means to me
Is frantically slashing at the throat of humanity.
I'm the blocks of concrete
Tied to the fucking feet of society
That drag it's lifeless body to the bottom of the sea.
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Worn Out Chicago, Illinois
Harold - Bass/Vocals
Rutger-Drums
Chap-Guitar/Vocals
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