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Controlled Burn
01:02
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(instrumental)
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Ringing ruin everything
Alarm scream conform again
Splitting through, razors edge, membrane, dead again.
Working thru the migraine
Dreaming about self belief
Self abuse In every sense
Only bringing slow release
Debt, Rich, The Body, Quits
Repeating to a fault
Consuming to
Suffer in silence
Get fucked.
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3. |
Methmullet
00:02
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Try to run and hide
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Useless, fucking, cunt
Abusing patience
Times up I’m calling you out
For your lack of mental preservation
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5. |
Munt
00:37
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All that I see, different faces, same contempt
Subscribing to life at the end of the line
Two decades young, pissed by numbers
Rinse repeat
The last to the jump
Is the First to end last
Typical
Screaming into the madness
Destitute
Emotions check in but they don’t check out
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6. |
Stuck Pig
01:19
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7. |
Fatherless Cunt
00:26
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Fatherless cunt, upstart prick
Smug bastard, death by brick
Your fucking attitude
Will be the end of you
Fucking inbred.
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8. |
You're Done!
00:29
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9. |
Deranged
00:26
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10. |
Held Down, Force Fed
00:45
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11. |
Stalked
00:12
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Keeping tabs
Run amok
Quickened step and breath
Laying in wait
Opportune, Optimist
Quickly strike and bail
All in your head
Always was, always will
Fucking stalked.
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12. |
Rats In Your Throat
01:07
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Stand over my shoulder, grin
With everything I could do
But now you see things much clearer
Gunna wipe that smirk right off your fucking face
You’re a rat caught in a lie
Weaseling
Weaving bullshit
You’re a rat caught in a lie
Taste your back fucking teeth
Following my steps again?
How’s the view from the bottom line?
Without hesitation
Stamp your neck, cause there is no spine
You’re a rat caught in a lie
Weaseling
Weaving bullshit
You’re a rat caught in a lie
Taste your back fucking teeth
The shit you spin
The things you lack
One in the same
Big talk from a man
Famous failure to act
Deadweight in my eyes
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13. |
1312
00:45
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Full forward collapse
Labouring lungs
Boot to the neck
There’s no way out
Gritting the teeth
Victor concedes
Where’s your laws now
When you’re struggling to breathe
There’s something creeping under my skin
There’s no one screaming
Floor under chin
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14. |
Pure Hatred
02:48
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Buckled on the street
Iron capped
With the bootstraps loose
And a cocky stance
The working class man, that will always outlast
Till his last breath
Turns into a gasp
You’re not blood
You’re barely family
With your chest puffed up
Like a target mark
Thrown into the curb
Muddied in crimson
Gasping and drowning
With his last breath
To the victor comes the spoiled
Battered with open hands
The once so proud in a basement room
Swallowing his teeth
With jaw detached
You want to sort it out
Well you got sorted
Mice to dogs
Opened up like a can.
The working class man that will always outlast
Til his last breath
Turns into a gasp
Pure hatred, inside
Pure hatred, defined
Pure hatred, confide
Pure hatred.
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Dire Need Melbourne, Australia
Powerviolence Grunge from Naarm/ Melbourne, Australia.
Vocals: Jay
Guitars:
Dustin
Bass: Chris
Drums: Mark
Management: Drop In Records
© DROP IN RECORDS 2023
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