No remorse, not a sign of regret
As we exploit the ones who need our care the most
God has been dead for a long long time
And compassion has become an absent ghost
This is relentless
We stare right into oblivion
We are relentless
Look now what we have become
Some shed a tear or two
And then become conveniently blind
Shove aside – extract from the mind
Intentions are lost in the blink of an eye
You pride yourself in your so-called distance to violence
A silent wish from the insect you are
Why can’t they suffer in silence?
Why can’t they just suffer in silence
This is relentless
We stare right into oblivion
We are relentless
Look now what we have become
This blood on our hands stains us for eternity
These blinded eyes belongs to you and me
Corrupted is not only he who will inflict the sting
But also he who turns the blind eye to the suffering
Now let’s fall down in the dark pits of our arrogance
Where a narrow-minded fuck-up states your mind and every move
Bloodred sarcasm always followed by a sharp self-righteous smile
This broken rotting index finger speaks of mass-destruction
Poetic contribution to the fallen – my stigmata burns
A shockwave from my screams exterminating all the bastard born
Gunning down our every movement the lizards dance upon their feast
Consuming all the shells they emptied as this battle continues
PARIAH
The new breed is here. You’re gonna break down
It’s our time to rise – you’re gonna break down
I am the blackened poet of this present day
Armed to the teeth and oh, so battle ready
Step up bitch, rip out your spine and show it to me
Then take your toxic spits and stick ‘em where the sun don’t shine
I’ll take away your eyes of despair and tacky mistrust
I’ll take away your ears already shut to everything but your own voice
I’ll take away your tongue that speaks in tongues of your opinions
Leaving only your ten feet nose to forever smell your stinking failing existence
In retrospect I believe we could’ve killed them all
and not a single being would object
The stench of liars fill the halls where holy men roam
where sickness replaces the faith of young souls
Hang these pseudo prophets high; let their blood fall from the sky
let their guilt replace the sun for surely they’re not the only ones
scars that will burn for as long as forever, are treated with nothing but silence
as you preach forgiveness for all of their souls I can only see violence
All Gods fall to their knees, how can we believe in prophesies that disagrees with all our human needs.
I have faith in myself; I believe in living hell, I believe in consequence, I believe in common sense.
we don’t need your grace or all the prophesies you sell
we don’t believe in your bullshit about heaven and hell
if Jesus died for our sins I’ll be a sinner till the day I die
I’ll believe in what I know and I know you’re selling lies
A fucking wasteland made by boys
Kissed by God in the shape of a bullet
Dusty and staled their memories of mankind faint and expire
Believing only in their six-headed Goddess
They wander her crusade alone
Alone they will stand and alone they will fight
and alone they all fall to the ground
bleeding on the ground with a knife in the back
she whispers six different choices
five leading to eternal Hell
leaving only one way to heaven
take this silver pill and embrace your true call
create a legend by example
and as he slowly closes his eyes her vision appears and he finally understands
Five silent shots and an open mouth
Creates a hero of tomorrow
And all of his brothers shall follow
And all of his brothers shall follow
And all of his brothers shall follow
And all of his brothers shall forever follow
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Our First effort - an EP. Full length soon to come - until enjoy this
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Scottish electronic artist Kusht brings us two lithe and mysterious new compositions, both of them sinewy & heavily rhythmic. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 29, 2024
Members of the Philly punk, experimental, and classical scenes come together for dreamy, Bill Frissell-esque folk improvisations. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 28, 2024
Shygirl kicks off fabric Records' 25th anniversary celebrations with a 23-track set, available in limited-edition Tin CD format. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 28, 2024