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Can't Take Us Down
05:49
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It's fucking good to be back but there are things that need to be said. To those that hate, betray and berate. Just remember this...
Your brotherly hand shake, forced smile and embrace. They hide a bitterness, resentment and hate.
The slightest hint of recognition or success, pushes a blade into our backs at your behest.
We're not on trend and that is something you deplore but one string extra didn't open any doors.
Instead of pride, encouragement and God damn respect, you'd rather bemoan all our small and proud achievements.
But when we're face to face you glaze over your grievance, to play the role of friend but hollow without meaning.
Your misplaced arrogance, ego and pretence, they fuel the delution of your importance.
So we'll kick, punch, bite, fight. You can't take us down.
Kick, punch, bite, fight. You can't take us down.
The back stabbing sentiment, pride and support have opened our eyes to this scenes' rotting core
So we'll kick, punch, bite, fight. You can't take us down.
Kick, punch, bite, fight. You can't take us down.
No consideration, kindness or recourse is reciprocated, your actions are forced.
Why do you feel the need to mock what's on my wrists? If that's the best you've got, then let me suggest this.
Take all your jealously and ask yourself the question. Is it you or me that fuels this situation.
You dream of fortune, fame and all that comes inherent. What you fail to see?
We're heading in the same direction. Same stages, venues, crowds, we're under the same lights.
You'll try to take us down but you don't stand a chance
We'll kick, punch, bite, fight. You can't take us down.
Kick, punch, bite, fight. You can't take us down.
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Despite The Spite
06:01
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Minds change as time changes.
Today's certainty is tomorrow's doubt.
Blind faith becomes sighted.
Long held beliefs now seen through atheist eyes.
We adapt
We survive
Diverse
Alive, and despite the spite, we thrive.
Lives change as time changes.
You'll be a different you in 20 years’ time.
What carves and shapes you now will seem different viewed through an elderly eyes.
We adapt
We survive
One race
Alive, and despite the spite, we thrive.
Obscuring clarity, blind, deaf, ignorant.
Voice from the tv. Lie, preoccupy, feed and die.
Obstructing sanity, fake, sick abhorrent.
Supply and demand we consume so they feed.
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Not every display of teeth can be sold as a smile.
The intent to bite, gilded with denial.
Our ears and minds, fed platitudes by design, all the while our eyes are missing the signs.
Step out
Of line
Wake up
It's time
Don't place your trust it's a trap
Lies to your face
Knives in your back.
Don't place your faith it's a trap.
A hold that strangles won't relax.
X marks your fate to the hands of a petulant child.
Two pen strokes bind ignorance 4 years wide
An opiate plyed to the hungry ignorant minds. Bold, bare face lies, push hate, fear and bile.
Break your
Restraints
Stand up
To hate
Don't place your trust it's a trap
Lies to your face
Knives in your back.
Don't place your faith it's a trap.
A hold that strangles won't relax.
The world has gone insane, the ridiculous, hateful and cruel rigged the game. Compassion died before our eyes, to let exclusion, division and prejudice rise.
Not every disease has a cure to administer. These are times of uncertainty and sharp bigotry
Please, let's stop the bleed and heal this aggressive disease by destroying the hate like a weed that's choking all reasoning.
Step up
Walk tall
Reverse
It all
Don't place your trust it's a trap
Lies to your face
Knives in your back.
Don't place your faith it's a trap.
A hold that strangles won't relax.
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Cold Dead Grip
05:13
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Raised on a diet of emptiness,
fed at a drained and sagging hollow breast.
A Desperation to feed in spite of this.
Bereft of evidence you mind is left, screaming out for deliverance.
Your screams unheard, ignored, irrelevant.
A father's fiction compounds lies with eloquence but all I find is this, there's
Nothing to fill your eyes.
A hollow fiction it evades your touch.
Sharp lessons and blunt lies, and still you live in a cold dead grip.
Blind to the facts built in front of you.
Accept a weak and manufactured text.
Your faith in paper propaganda consuming you
All signs of rationality erased.
Your life cries out in hope of providence.
Relinquish mastery of your own fate.
Your life, your mind, corrupted by the hope that something hears you pray.
Slave to the fear of omnipotence, you cower under a pious, righteous veil.
Your ingrained divine addiction begets perpetuated tales to sell.
Nothing to fill your eyes.
A hollow fiction it evades your touch.
Sharp lessons and blunt lies, and still you live in a cold dead grip.
You bleed a distorted wish, to forswear rationale and reason.
People die because of this.
The trail for your god has run cold.
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Pick Clean My Bones
05:31
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Your being redefines Incessant.
You'd suck me dry if you thought you had something to gain, leeching off my life's lessons.
My ego and armour are not yours to take.
So you try to manipulate, twist and imply with word, thought and action. The flies will circle excremental lies and reveal your deception.
A presence heavy and hollow.
You'd suck the sand form my stomach in the midst of a drought, feeding from my resources.
My resolve and remaining patience ran out.
So you'll cry and your tears will saturate the lives of those who have looked in your eyes where your dark veiled Intention resides It hurts and you'll see me.
(Chorus)
Laid bare and perceived as carrion.
My bones picked clean for a meal
Exposed and brittle, I labour on
The beast breaks before the wheel
You're a force fed depressant,
You'd suck the dick off my groin to have what I possess, shallow, sly and persistent.
You gamble but you don't consider the stakes.
So you'll buy more chips with what others provide, then you'll risk what's not yours. You're desires will be fit to burn then catch fire and leave you defenceless
(Mid section)
I wish to leave you distraught, pathetic and lonely an after thought. A beaten victim of your prevarication. A swept aside, broken forgotten notion
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Shadows At The Cenotaph
03:15
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His father told him, don't be to keen to carry the weight of the world.
His mother warned him, there's no escape once you've signed your name.
But there was always fight in the boy and the boy chose to fight, in somebody else's name.
There was always fight in that boy.
Now his mother cries at night because her baby died in vain.
Because her baby died in vain.
Oh he died in vain.
His father mourns him with pride, sadness and pain.
His mother mourns him with tears and heartbreak.
Her pride wasn't worth the cost.
Wasn't worth the cost.
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Piss Viper Wales, UK
As hard as nails, as sour as piss, as strong as venom; Piss Viper bring a brutal recipe of groove and hardcore to the
masses. Blending thick, dirty, bourbon soaked riffs and an aggressive, rhythmic vocal style, they take no prisoners with this sonic assault.
Formed in mid 2014, Piss Viper hit the ground running; releasing their début EP; Horned Hands and Hardened Necks that same year.
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