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Gutter Paint
04:14
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The impact
Is much worse
When it’s from the highest point
I think you’d look good, as a stain on the pavement
Here we are, walking down the same path
And all we see is the same noxious smokescreen obscenity
A hollow shell that condemns better men to the cell for the hell of it
Tell ‘em it’s a privilege, to be locked up in your place you disgrace
Locked up in your place, you disgrace
You shed your skin and you shift your shape,
But your former self drags behind as it decays
You slid into a spot built on integrity
And tainted it with your vile dishonesty
It’s not even a surprise, transgressions minimised
By your friends looking down from the high rise
What’s the meaning behind your position then?
To get off every crime and protect your friends?
Your words are hollow and weak, like the backbone you keep.
You think you’re a wolf, but I’ll show you teeth.
You’re so corrupt and you don’t even see it
You stand on your victims' backs while they eat shit
Malversation is part of your DNA
About the only part of you that is not fake
So fake
In a position of influence, you bleed oratory as if you fucking represent your constituents
Sitting up in your ivory tower, licking your lips as you’re fed all the power
I hope you fucking gag on the spoon and vomit up all of the skeletons of the people gone too soon, gone too soon.
Gone too soon
Our deepest condolences
Who the hell are you trying to convince?
You’re still at the crime scene and you’re adding fingerprints
You slid into a spot built on integrity
And tainted it with your vile dishonesty
It’s not even a surprise, transgressions minimised
By your friends looking down from the high rise
How the fuck do you sleep at night,
Knowing justice isn’t justice when it leans on your side?
You think you’re hard to descry? I’ve got you in my sights.
I can see the rot behind your eyes.
You’re like the scum in a sewage line,
So let’s put the scum where scum belongs.
Put the scum where scum belongs.
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83
04:40
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Been a while since Mary Lee, but you’re stuck in 1883
R-e-s-p-e-c-t, you still haven’t asked what the fuck it means yet
The way that you look ‘em up and down like products up for sale
Is enough to elicit tears of disgust from the mothers and daughters you failed
20 bucks says you’re a piece of shit who spends too much time on RedTube.
I’ll double down and bet you haven’t found a girl that really meant to say yes when she said no
No no no no no no no
Why would you think that you are entitled to them?
No one gave you the right
It’s an easy thing, keeping your hands to yourself
But it’s so hard for you
Go fix your attitude
You’re a filthy human
Baffles me that nowadays we still normalise objectification
An archaic attitude that destroys and divides based on ego and pride
R-e-s-p-e-c-t, go tell your Mum you don’t know what I means
I hope she washes out your mouth with soap,
Or leaves the fucking bar in and lets you choke
You say that you’re not afraid to insult/intimidate
You say that you can’t help it
Wasting your time using words only to dehumanise
Try this one on for size
You are a coward and you’re wrapped in bad pick-up lines
Exercising power over those you terrify
You’re as bad as they come, dense and egotistical
You’ll get what’s coming to you
I hope they rip your head off
I can’t speak for the ones you vex
But I hold this issue close to my chest
They are able to defend themselves
But if push comes to shove I’ll drag you down to hell myself
You need to get up to speed, but I doubt it’s just education you need
It’s in your bones, your heart of stone
It’s better you spend your life alone
I can’t speak for the ones you vex
But I hold this issue close to my chest
They are able to defend themselves
But if push comes to shove I’ll drag you down to hell myself
You need to get up to speed, but I doubt it’s just education you need
It’s in your bones, your heart of stone
It’s maybe better that you spend your life all alone
You're alone
Stay alone
Die alone
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Mirror Talk
03:25
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Don’t worry, you look just fine from here
Everything looks bright in your atmosphere
It’s a shame that you only live once
‘Cause I’d like to see you die more than
Twice
What’s the matter? You look dizzy on that precipice
Bet you mistook it for a pedestal
Picture this
A poser with more problems than Jay-Z
Tries to call assholes out from behind six strings
You’re a killer but not in the way you think
You say you’d murder a beer but you’re a slave to the drink
You babble on about how you’re so keen to die
But you’re so comfy you won’t even try, you know why?
‘Cause you present yourself as something of a damaged figure but in this reality you’re just a fucking travesty
No one else can decipher your facade but I think you forgot one thing
I feel every twitch of the eye, every shivering spine when you spit out a lie
You go and talk about a noble plan to build up your pride, to escape the judgment from inside
You’re even scared of fucking mirror talk, keep averting the gaze but I’ll be watching you like a hawk
Like a hawk
What the hell are you gonna do?
Make another song about some shit that barely affects you?
The most ironic thing is that you’re full of hate,
Not for others but yourself you ingrate
How long will this last?
When will you give up the ghost?
Who’s the real parasite?
The evil thing inside, or the host?
Why don’t you just kill both?
You haven’t learned
Live in purgatory
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The Black Stag
04:28
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You tell me there’s no other reason
That our lives are coming to a screeching halt
They’re essentially committing treason, you say
This whole problem is their fault
Putting brothers against one another and
Breaking down the family bond
You’ve given us instructions on how to ostracise each other
How else is the world gonna cannibalise itself?
You tell me I’m supposed to fight this guy
Because apparently we don’t see eye to eye?
That proliferation of hate instigation is getting really old
You’ll jump on anything you can, race, gender, or that we’re from different lands
It’s a sick sick modus operandi
Pulling at threads just cause you fucking can
Sick, sick, sick
Sick, sick, modus operandi
By the end of your great campaign there won’t be friends, just allies and enemies.
You’re not a source of knowledge you just pretend to be
I refuse to hate my friends or wish for them to wither and die
A world based on cliques and sides is nothing more than a slow-burn suicide
Slow-burn suicide
Your repulsion is so unfounded, yet you let it dictate your behaviour
Walking around, nose turned up, looking down at all the ones who made a different choice
He’s not, so what, what’s your fucking point?
When did you care this much about anyone?
So proud like you created the sky and the clouds, but you’re just a fucking clown
So much knowledge, so full of shit
Punish the stupid; self-inflicted
I won’t run around cutting ties and surround myself with prejudice
I tried to be civil with you but there’s not much more I can do for you
Do you have rocks in your head?
Just string a sentence together
You can’t talk with snorts and grunts
But there’s a place for you in the sty if you want
Refuse the divide
Don’t endorse the global divorce
Cut that shit, let it go
Their decision is not yours
Go exile what you abhor
Total war is at your door
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Crusader
03:59
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So petrified about the so-called threat to your life
Coming from the people you’ve been told to spite
You yearn for your own god’s name to be sung
But recoil in disgust when it’s spoken in another tongue
Petrified
Ignorant
How bloody hard is it to read
Just to expand your own understanding?
Just a little a compassion and maybe someday they won’t feel so afraid
You’re such a crusader telling people who don’t look like you they’re a space invader
But isn’t it so bizarre that you don’t recognise that you are the violator?
Claim to love thy neighbour but you bare your teeth
Advocate for cleansing when you’re the disease
It’s disgusting how you choose your words
So damn righteous but hell’s torment is what you deserve
You are the danger
You are the danger
Decry, condemn
Crucify, repeat, learning nothing
It’s about damn time you swallowed the knife,
Feel the sting of the blade as you curl up in shame
You keep a watchful eye on those you despise,
But you’re kept so blind by views you’ve let metastasise
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6. |
Sensation
03:58
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Hysterical
As you plot another article
Like a mass lobotomy delivered through the pupils with ease
Don’t you fret, this shit is what you get
When a blind eye is turned to what really is your worst concern
Did you hear about that riot today? Or was that overshadowed by some dickhead’s birthday?
You’ve got this weird idea that you’re so well informed, but your knowledge only reaches the weather report
We’ve had enough
What if I told you there was so much more going on?
Stories of actual value, so phenomenal
Newspapers are good for wiping your own ass. They’re used to having shit put on them
It’s time for your nightly routine, sit in your couch and stare at pretty colours on the screen
Call me an asshole but someone has to wake you up, it’s hypnosis and they’ve got you stuck
Just like that
You're barely scratching the surface and it makes me itch
Read the cover and you say you've read the book
But this blissful ignorance is so good it's got you hooked
Force-fed
Misread
I’m not asking you to get a degree, just spend more than 2 minutes on a single theme
Stand in a group with a pitchfork and flame because the anchorman told you who’s to blame
Bulletins are only paper thin, provoking your worst feelings
The hatred’s appealing
What better way to incite your ire and rage
When it’s fucking plastered on the front page
Your hate is their profit
Drink from their cup of deception
Learn
Don’t let them infiltrate
Otherwise your brain will disintegrate
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A horrid shadow looms above your pounding head
As you hear the voice in the sky say it’s time for bed
The darkness truly settles on a withering frame
And tears begin to roll down the emaciated face
Bones like chalk, rattle when you talk
But just be thankful you still have a voice
You were led into the cage but you can break out
So many braver before you, so it’s your turn now
In other realms they’ve been ready to die for a cause
So if you’re ready to opine then sharpen your claws
Somewhere along the way the tables turned
All the progress we made didn’t reflect what we deserved
Get that tail out from between your legs
You’ve got teeth and nails, not the kind who begs
It's pointless to adopt a mephistophelean way
You’ll throw away everything and accept an empty fate
Your life isn’t over yet, it just looks like that today
So summon your bravery, and reject your place in the grave.
Don’t be scared, bite the hand, be angry.
Pen or Sword, it’s your choice, be angry.
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Sugar Spine Sydney, Australia
Angry, hard-hitting, and unflinching. These are only a few words to describe the freshly established Sugar Spine, a hardcore-
infused metalcore project from Sydney, Australia. Born out of the creative captivity of quarantine and self-isolation during the pandemic, Sugar Spine isn't as sweet as it sounds.
The music revolves around raw emotion, and zeroes in on sheer rage.
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