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Eviction
02:51
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The helping hand retracts an flicks us off like lice,
Development to cram us together or cast us out by price,
Turning out my pockets for a price i don't see fit,
Purge the strays with these new cafes because gentrification is here!
All these colours fade to grey,
The lights are on all night and day,
There's too many people in my way,
Everything's so nice and clean,
An outcast in your modern dream,
I'll be outta here, you'll see...
There's a letter at the door to vacate to the void,
The area is booming now so I have very little choice,
Cultures dead, classes divided and towers that reach the sky,
Million dollar shoe-boxes and food that tastes like shit!
Out! Out! Out!
You kick me out!
One place to another,
That time again,
Will it ever end?
WILL IT EVER END!?
EVICTION
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2. |
Substance Abuse
02:40
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Headed on a downward path with no control
my path of drug abuse my only directional goal
it's not a life i wanna live but i really have no choice
my life has hit rock bottom, too scared to raise my voice
alone with all my problems and no one seems to care
I'm having a nervous breakdown my whole world in despair
habits in my life i wish i could replace
I'm an addict for a cheap fix a total fucking disgrace
say life is hard man but that's no excuse
you've wrecked your life from substance abuse
forget about your future man you're now wasted youth
you've wrecked your life from substance abuse
SUBSTANCE ABUSE
Once a straight shooter til I broke bad
dependency on drugs sold everything i had
my life in the past it's all down the drain
filthy needles stabbing me fueling my peanut brain
state of euphoria gets me through the day
staring at white walls, my life is so astray
major withdrawals i just cant avoid
i crave the cheapest kicks, my life is fucking destroyed
say life is hard man but that's no excuse
you've wrecked your life from substance abuse
forget about your future man you're now wasted youth
you've wrecked your life from substance abuse
SUBSTANCE ABUSE
Daily problems use and abuse, brain cells i have fried
pleading for sanity when in reality i have been denied
i feel myself crashing I'm a total mental wreck
searching for some answers, what should i expect?
a life once filled with hopes and dreams
now controlled by paranoid screams
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3. |
Degenerate Future
02:26
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Degenerate future time draws to a close,
Decency fading, private space exposed,
A new way of thinking, a new way to live,
Collapsed morals in this new age we'll give!
Have we lost all self respect,
or has society lowered the bar?
Have we lost all self respect,
or have they gone too far?
WHO!?
Foul mouth imbeciles that can't get a grip,
Shunned from the world in lack of what we give,
Lust is disclosed, no boundaries exists,
Filth runs rampant in this new age we'll give!
No real understanding in an apathetic life,
Born and abandoned it's an uphill fight,
Degraded and conform to a dystopia we've built,
A lack of integrity in this new age of guilt,
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4. |
Death Row
03:06
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Merchants of death on a black market quest
living fast to live and be filthy stinking rich
one foot in the grave you're expendable today
on this earth ignorant to this risk
No remorse no religion
a life of crime your ungodly decision
Til you get caught and prey for repentance
It's too late you've got your death sentence!
Stranded in hell with time running out
you've got nowhere else you can go
Trapped in your cell with your new found god
Stranded on death row
DEATH ROW
Merchants of death of a black market quest
living fast to live and be filthy stinking rich
one foot in the grave you're expendable today
on this earth ignorant to this risk
No remorse no religion
a life of crime your ungodly decision
Til you get caught and prey for repentance
It's too late you've got your death sentence!
Stranded in hell with time running out
you've got nowhere else you can go
Trapped in your cell with your new found god
Stranded on death row
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5. |
B.S.L.
02:41
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Cry out,
Ostracized,
Victims of a media witch-hunt,
That are fighting to be free!
Told to kept your distance, in fear that they will attack,
Intimidated by appearance, caught in their prejudiced trap,
Now abducted by those fucking pigs unaware they're on death row,
Considered a public threat, a dangerous breed to BSL,
Genocide,
Euthanize,
Humans with no compassion,
Silence with no reaction,
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6. |
Another State of Mind
02:50
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A life confined alone with myself
I'm here chasing my thoughts
a wretched state a state that I'm always in
a mind possessed by distraught
the outside world cannot relate
so i keep it to my inner self
warped view of what's sanity
in fear for my mental health
I walk the streets at day and everything is black
depression city taking me on a one way track
anxiety kicking in everything is so fucked
life is out of hand and i'll never break the rut
Negged out frustrated my life seems so jaded
but i cant understand why
lost confused my self abuse
has left me in another state of mind
A life confined alone with myself
I'm here chasing my thoughts
a wretched state a state that I'm always in
a mind possessed by distraught
the outside world cannot relate
so i keep it to my inner self
warped view of what's sanity
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Substance Abuse Melbourne, Australia
3 piece crossover from Melbourne, Australia.
Shannon - Bass/vox
Jesse - Guitar/vox
Jez - Drums
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