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2013 E.P
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released March 6, 2013

Recorded & Mixed at Sinnssyk Studios

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Track Name: VHS
Our eyes are glued, upon the screens,
Imaginations are running wild.
Rewind the scare, distort some more.
Harmless fun, a state nightmare.

(The 72 that were accused)

Over reaction of nervous herds.
But the "adults" are the childish ones.
Whilst you’re glorifying this peado call out.
Much like the witch hunts, not much has changed.

"The violence is corrupting all the young minds,
we should be classing this as a snuff film."
Yet war and death are spread all over the news.
Which is worse? Which is corrupt?
Track Name: Trash Talk
If you’re hating or bitching just get out of my way
Don’t waste my fucking time
If you’re hating or bitching just get out of my way
Get in fucking line!

Do you honestly think you’re opinion
Is really worth that much?
It’s not even like it’s constructive
Your ignorance is making me fucking sick

No
Get in line
Just get in line

It’s all for nothing
To claim yourself true
It’s actually quite pathetic
That you’ll never learn
Track Name: Papers
You are so keen to prove yourself
Far to scared to seem a “loser”
Why should, you try?
That big shot is just a poser

Let them walk their path
To hurt, loss and failure
I have, no doubt
This will be their fate for sure

(chorus)
Be true…
To yourself, don’t let them control you
Pressure
To do their fucking dirty work
Forgetting
Who you are and where you’ve come from
Laughing
At your fucking expense

No!
Don’t let their lies fool you
They don’t give a
Fucking shit what you go through

They may seem to have it all
Don’t let that delude your senses
What have, they got?
Ignorance and false pretenses!
Track Name: Slaughtered Lamb
I open my eyes from this blackened haze
I know what I must do to atone this
Recurring thematic self tormenting
Selfish actions of damaging cause

Open
Your eyes
And see
Your own self-ruin

This inward directional malice
Can never surmount to more but guilt
A greater strength can be achieved
Through stability and foundations built

Open
Your eyes
And see
Your self-destruction
Open
Your eyes
And see
The pain

I tell you now
Don’t turn your back on
Turn your back on
All you have worked for

You’ve come this far
Don’t throw it all
Away for nothing
It’s all you have dreamed of
Track Name: Ugly
Desire
Coming through
Desire won’t forgive you
Desire
in your heart
Desire will rip you apart

I’m Tired, of this game
Running round in circles
Inside, of this frame
Walking scratching waiting

What do you expect to do?
Keep on chasing?
When will this ever stop?
Unrelenting

what do you expect to do?
No more sleeping
Nothing will satisfy
Your own craving,

You cannot give in
Why did you, stop this healing
That’s enough, beating
Why did you, stop believing

You cannot give in
When did you, stop this healing
That’s enough, beating
Why did you, stop believing
Track Name: No More Room In Hell
You’re stood there acting so tall
Paramount to the whole world
You look on with complete disdain
A little boy so insecure

I’m sick of your endless conceits
I wouldn’t mind but you haven’t shame
I look on with complete disgust
There’s no one left to blame

Arrogance, arrogance
Arrogance wont be forgiven
Ignorance, ignorace
Ignorance even less

You took advantage of my good nature
I’m not hurt but i should have known
Behind my back you were deceiving
Its no surprise that your all alone

You’re stood there acting so tall
Paramount to the whole world
You look on with complete disdain
A little boy so insecure

Arrogance, arrogance
Arrogance wont be forgiven
Ignorance, ignorance
Ignorance even less
Track Name: Dead By Dawn
I tried to forget but it keeps calling me back
That sour taste of curing is still so fresh and black

Anxiety is taking control
What the fuck am I doing?
This cannot end, this boars a whole
I feel by will is slowly dying

Writhing all round in this mental agony
Why can’t you see all that I see?
You look at me whilst I’m so cold and low
I try so hard just to not let this show

Anxiety is taking control
What the fuck am I doing?
This cannot end, this boars a whole
I feel by will is slowly dying

False faith in salivating lies
I feel so cold, I feel so blind

And it left me with this blistered hand
Now I turn by back on this wretched plan