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Piss and Venom
05:29
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Piss and Venom
Fuck the time preceding, this is all grey mundane waste
Now the object of life's passion breaks hardcore here in this place
Electric anticipation for a welcomed steel hard vibe
You know what you came here for, knock em back and come alive
Bleed for the circle pit, the wall of death
Resigned to live at the front, hard heads and no regrets.
Designed to thrive at the front, horned hands and no regrets.
A call to drunken arms, and a bond that makes us
As hard as nails
As sour as piss
As strong as venom.
Tomorrow you’ll feel broken but tonight you feel alive.
You know what you came here for, strain your throat, we make you
Scream for the joy of it, wild fevered cries
Fists raised you roar from the back, blood pumping, no disguise
It's craved, explode from the back, this is us, with no disguise.
Heads bang on hardened necks. Unity that binds us
As Hard as nails
As sour as piss.
As strong as venom.
There’s a core of metal.
A sense of belonging that’s harder than stone and a
Sweat forged army
Right here in this place you are never alone and it's
Balls, brothers, beer, bond.
Conviction belief and hard eared wages blown when we
Blow the roof off
Involvement, inclusion, no apathy shown
Involvement, inclusion, no apathy shown
Fuck the time preceding, this is all grey mundane waste
Now the object of life's passion breaks hardcore here in this place
Electric anticipation for a welcomed steel hard vibe
You know what you came here for, knock em back and come alive
Bleed for the circle pit, the wall of death
Resigned to live at the front, hard heads and no regrets.
Designed to thrive at the front, horned hands and no regrets.
A call to drunken arms, and a bond that makes us
As hard as nails
As sour as piss
As strong as venom.
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2. |
Tell It To The Swamp
05:03
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Tell It To The Swamp
You're the monster on top of the bed.
A corporeal shadow inducing the fear you create.
In the young raping youth.
In the old induce bile.
Even evil is shocked and averting it's eyes.
Bringing tears to a killer.
Rising fame for a whore.
I wish for your pain filled existence.
Your secrets mean nothing.
Your lies a mute point.
Your perversions irrelevant.
Now you tell it to the swamp
You're lifeless submerging, a sickening husk.
A fitting end to sick urges.
Tell your story to the swamp.
An abuse of power from a face that they trust.
Sickening lusting of a poster boy arrogant fuck.
In the pure soured hate.
in the sane blacked rage.
A hurdle in cognitive process maintained.
A lust out of control.
Your life void and caged.
No more words on the lips of scared children.
Your secrets mean nothing.
Your lies a mute point.
Your perversions irrelevant.
Now you tell it to the swamp
You're lifeless submerging, a sickening husk.
A fitting end to sick urges.
Tell your story to the swamp.
The swamp.
Away to the swamp where you'll rot the full term.
Where you'll drown in the tears of your mother you've earned.
Destroyed.
Deconstructed.
Dis empowered.
Castrated.
You're the demon incarnate in life.
nauseating bastard, Your demise will bring.
For the young wide eyed wonder.
For the old cleanse the thought.
An end to the twisted diversion you've brought.
A dark face on the TV.
Your youth graying rot.
I would only rejoice in your passing.
Your secrets mean nothing.
Your lies a mute point.
Your perversions irrelevant.
Now you tell it to the swamp
You're lifeless submerging, a sickening husk.
A fitting end to sick urges.
Tell your story to the swamp.
The swamp knows your name.
The price must be paid.
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3. |
Invoke The Black
05:15
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Invoke The Black
A skull of concrete.
Brain like a feather, weak but strong in flight.
Others choose to hack wrists,
There's solution on the edge of a knife.
I have a strength that keeps me sane
With an elastic rebound frame of mind
That pulls me back on course.
For all my weaknesses, my will has kept me true,
Even when faltering I still believe in me.
What I learn within I can live without.
This introspective is a minefield of doubt.
A polished mirror reflects all that I lack.
A hammer blow to the soul when I invoke the black.
Ears back and teeth bared.
A fight or flight response to my own thoughts.
Hyper arousal.
Perceiving threats that my own mind has wrought.
I crave the drive to push me forth,
My life a stone carved tour de force.
My outcast ego brought to heel.
This false self confidence evolving towards
Solid validation and a chance to make my fake self real.
What I learn within I can live without.
This introspective is a minefield of doubt.
A polished mirror reflects all that I lack.
A hammer blow to the soul when I invoke the black.
Decide what I should show or hide.
I cry but I resolve to try.
Breaking addiction, a system set up to implode.
Self fulfilling prophet rein in a mind I should own.
Stone cold pathetic,
Drawn back by old habits and desperate thoughts.
It'll trap you if you let it.
My driving force ensures I don't get caught.
My state of mind somewhat deranged
In constant battle warring games
An interplay of light and dark
Maintained because I hold a weakness in my soul
That I accept and expect my will to win my force.
What I learn within I can live without.
This introspective is a minefield of doubt.
A polished mirror reflects all that I lack.
A hammer blow to the soul when I invoke the black.
I invoke the black.
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4. |
Mule
05:24
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Mule
My problem is that
My shoulders are broad and my tolerance high
But consistent emotional baggage will make my
Resolve come apart, under pressure dissolve.
Burden not my own. Burden not my own.
Spine crushing hindrance.
Destroying confidence. Insipid but weighted and immense.
Life sucking miscreant.
Friction, blistering, deceiving
I'm searching for some kind of meaning
Lies
Insidious, loading
More straw for the mule.
Mule
The solution is this.
Unladen my shoulders to lighten the load
So I’m left with only the problems I own
Then watch you attach to another strong soul.
My burden no more. My burden no more.
Unwelcome passenger.
Employing deception then aiming it in my direction.
Sycophant, betrayer.
Friction, blistering, deceiving
I'm searching for some kind of meaning
Lies
Insidious, loading
More straw for the mule.
Mule
More fucking straw for the mule
Loaded with a ton of someone else’s woes I’ll drown.
A problem shared
Is a problem multiplied.
I try to care
Your overbearing nature brings me down.
Brings me down
Brings me down
My problem is that
My shoulders are broad and my tolerance high
But consistent emotional baggage will make my
Resolve come apart, under pressure dissolve.
Burden not my own. Burden not my own.
Spine crushing hindrance.
Destroying confidence. Insipid but weighted and immense.
Life sucking miscreant.
Friction, blistering, deceiving
I'm searching for some kind of meaning
Lies
Insidious, loading
More straw for the mule.
Mule
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5. |
Hatefuck
06:12
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Hatefuck
The Consequences of a thought, of a word.
A feathered fuck of a girl, a preening hollow of scathing words.
Predisposition towards lust, the obscured.
I despise the core of you, my shallow nature craves what's observed.
I picture her hands around my neck.
Hold her eyes as she spits in my mouth.
a preemptive sting of pure regret.
I can't resist the hate fuck.
Hate the addiction for the face, for the shell.
Corrosive personality but a form that suits my tastes so well.
Ignore the craving for the mouth not the words.
A cutting sharp instrument that softens silenced and melts my world.
I picture her hands around my neck.
Hold her eyes as she spits in my mouth.
a preemptive sting of pure regret.
I can't resist the hate fuck.
Please.
Don't speak or stay any longer.
Please.
Don't find a cause to linger.
Please.
Don't speak or stay any longer.
Please.
Don't find a fucking cause to linger.
I hate your brain (hate),
Your soul (hate),
Your voice
Unless it's my name it's screaming.
Berate myself (bitch),
My poor (whore)
Resolve.
You're proof looks can be deceiving.
Hold tight your wrists cuffed.
Despised.
I like nice women
Who don't feel the incessant to act like a cunt,
But you're hotter than them.
So we'll let this ride.
Let you ride.
Ride an drop back.
No! Don't speak, I don't want to know.
Turn around pack your shit up and go.
Don't call or darken my door.
To me you're less than a whore.
The Consequences of a thought, of a word.
A feathered fuck of a girl, a preening hollow of scathing words.
Predisposition towards lust, the obscured.
I despise the core of you, my shallow nature craves what's observed.
I picture her hands around my neck.
Hold her eyes as she spits in my mouth.
a preemptive sting of pure regret.
I can't resist the hate fuck.
Please.
Don't speak or stay any longer.
Please.
Don't find a cause to linger.
Please.
Don't speak or stay any longer.
Please.
Don't find a fucking cause to linger.
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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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