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Rating: You need to get the hell out.
I want the desert in front of my eyes, you should turn green and vaporize.
You're here around, voicing your opinions, trying to get your way, but from here those four words will always come: you need to get the hell out. There's neither space nor time for everyone. You are dragging down the system, suffocating it with your presence and little ideas that rest on the perineum, traversing the entire disgust of the asshole, and sticking like pins on my coccyx. Out: get the hell out.
At this point, I should start saying something about the album, but I haven't even picked the album yet. Because I can. Just like you could if you were motivated by something more than showing how big you have it. Even if it were big, one might understand, but with that thing, my exes use it to pick parsley from their teeth. I spit on you and on all my exes. Bile and infected blood.
If I hit you in the eye, you'll stop being a zombie.
And take your fangs off my scrotal sack: it's useless that you continue looking confused for something your eyes can latch onto: it will be randomly chosen, at the last minute, and it'll be fine because there are those who can and those who need to get the hell out.
Actually, folks, you know something: since you won't leave, I'll excuse myself: Amen, Gun Of a Preacher Man. People who knew how and when to get the hell out.
Tracklist Lyrics and Videos
02 Refuse Amen (02:45)
I am right When I am right GO!... I remain unused to bleed the menace That remains to fall Don't take no summer vacation That remains to fall We refuse to work in your death camp station We refuse to buy We consume the life of the molested neighbour We're unused I am right When I am right Refuse AMEN Let the pigs die by regulations Cause they're bound to fall Don't pay no humiliation You can die in this truth I refuse to work in your death camp station I refuse to buy I'll be standing here with the molested neighbours You can see it You can feel it, right? When I am right When I am...when I am right Cause your rights have gone until your death confession Rights are gone until your death confession Your rights are gone until your death confession Your rights are gone into your death concession I am right When I am right When I am right When I am right! Refuse AMEN.
09 Ungrateful Dead (03:38)
We live with blindfolds on
To protect our jaded eyes
We live with blindfolds on
To assert our demented lies
To long in this invention
To judge your fucking life
Too long in this infection
This city is paralyzed
This city is paralyzed
This city never lies
This city is paralyzed
This city's SHIT!
Yeah!
We live with blindfolds on
We live with blindfolds on
We're cut from this infection
Cut to a perfect defection
Ungrateful. Unwilling
Untouched by human eyes
Unwanted. Unfitted
Uncut formally blind
We are the city of the dead
We live in the city of the dead
We are born in the beds
Of all the dogs that you fed
Don't believe a word
Because I pray to you
This is as far as you get
Don't believe a word
Because I betray you too
This is the wounds of the dead
This is the city of the dead
This is the city of the...
Go put your blindfolds on
Go put your blindfolds on
Go put your blindfolds on
Don't believe a word
Because I pray to you
This is as far as you get
Don't believe a word
Because I'll take you to
All the wounds of the dead
Don't believe a word
Well I don't believe a word
Don't believe a fucking word
Because I take you to
All the wounds of the...
Dead city...
Ungrateful dead!
Ungrateful dead!
Turn this skin out
Ungrateful dead
We lay torn
In their beds
We lay torn
In their dead
Ungrateful dead
Ungrateful dead
Turn your skin out
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By brat12
Casey Chaos’s vocal expression of anger shakes the listener like a Tyson right hook.
Every single track exudes a desire for rebellion, anger, and above all, every single track sounds genuine and sincere.
