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LIONS DON'T LOOSE SLEEP
02:44
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1. LIONS DON’T LOOSE SLEEP
Why do you give a fuck? Over opinions of sheep.
Why do you even care? Lions do not loose sleep.
Your insecurities pour from, thin skinned shallow and weak.
Not even half the man you pretend to be.
Lions do not loose sleep.
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TRY HARD
02:39
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2. TRY HARD
TRY HARD!
Who are you trying to impress.
You’re a mirror image of, all the cunts that you surround yourself with.
Follow listen, do what you’re told, I’ll be sat pissing myself watch it unfold.
Clutch straws, losing your grasps, you’re faking it, and it can’t last.
You ain’t doing you, you’re doing nothing new, seen too many fuckwits like you.
You paradoxical ridiculous affected cunt,
you’re playing fancy dress, who do you think you impress?
You know to anyone who’s not a sad fuck like you,
knows that you’re transparent mate, you’re fucking see through.
TRY HARD
Who are you tryin’ to impress.
You paradoxical ridiculous affected cunt,
you’re playing fancy dress, who do you think you impress?
You know to anyone who’s not a sad fuck like you,
knows that you’re transparent mate, you’re fucking see through.
IT’S SKIN DEEP, I don’t believe what you say.
Go with whatever trend suits, then you’re gone the next day.
You over compensate, it’s why we’ll never relate, because I couldn’t give a fuck what any of you think mate.
You’re not a tortured soul, you’re just a lazy arsehole, and sadly not the first or last one that I’ll ever fucking know.
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WITCH HUNT
03:02
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3. WITCH HUNT
Blood thirsty, mob mentality, the sheep become the wolf, safe behind a screen.
Lurk in the shadows, hope someone comes unstuck, who’s on your list this time,
Who has ran out of luck?
No proof necessary, just the crowds consent.
You’ll burn them raw at the cross, and think you’re all God sent.
The endless virtue, of your united front, just disguises the fact, that you’re all fickle cunts.
Join the witch hunt
You fucking parasite, OUT FOR BLOOD,
So quick to act like a dick when you think this shit won’t stick.
Don’t take the side of fools cos’ trust me mate they’ll come for you,
you’re next in line so go and hide inside the hive mind of your lies,
You fucking parasite, OUT FOR BLOOD.
JOIN THE WITCH HUNT
Think you’ve a point to prove,
Stood by the side of fools
A hysterical mass, outraged you congregate.
Spot someone stray from the path, then stalk your victim with hate.
A vicious swarm you descend, self righteous, malign.
An ever changing prey, you’re never satisfied.
The slightest excuse, and you’re off again, to quench your primal lust, you can’t wait to begin.
Blood thirsty, mob mentality, the sheep become the wolf, safe behind a screen.
Witch hunt.
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HELL IS TO DWELL
03:27
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4. HELL IS TO DWELL
HELL IS TO DWELL
I’m loosing patience, can’t tolerate my circumstance,
it bleeds me dry, drains my soul, left fighting for a chance.
A vicious cycle, compelled to make things worse,
comfort in misery, self impose the curse.
Poke at the wound, RUMINATE
Embed the pain, CONSUMED BY HATE.
Poke at the wound, relive the pain, but comfort found, in what’s the same.
Ignore your own advice, your own worst enemy, a vicious cycle, wallow in agony.
The temptation to indulge, in misery. The familiar pain calls to embrace me.
Broken and beaten down, you’re not doing too well.
Come one mate sort yourself out, because
HELL IS TO DWELL
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DEATH CURL
03:33
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5. DEATH CURL
Gripped by the snare of convenience.
Slowly it bleeds you dry.
Choked by the easy way out.
You’ve been sold a lie.
Technocratic exploitation, your back against the wall.
Deceptive, fraudulent affront, incentive undisclosed.
Baited by the expedient.
Underhanded, corrupt mendacity
Delusive scam that you don’t see.
Trapped in a labyrinth, baited by the expedient.
Hidden costs, mass deception, manipulate the dependant.
Driven by greed and profit, your interests low on the list,
Whatever works to squeeze more blood from the stone,
Self serving crass avarice.
Gripped by the snare of convenience.
Slowly it bleeds you dry.
Choked by the easy way out.
You’ve been sold a lie.
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SPLINTER
02:44
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6. SPLINTER
Quick to see the splinter in your brothers eye, but miss the log in your own.
Truth obscured by narcissistic vanity, can you afford to throw stones?
It’s ridiculous the truths about yourself you don’t see, yet project them onto me.
Won’t play your game, but it’s a shame, ‘cos it looks easy, I’ll smash your glass house for free.
You’re a liar, You’re a hypocrite,
Can’t see the truth in yourself, ‘cos you’re so full of shit.
You’re a liar.
Quick to judge, hypocrite.
Can’t see the truth in yourself ‘cos you’re so full of shit.
Quick to judge, hypocrite
Yet you ignore all your flaws, and lies you’ll never admit.
Quick to see the splinter in your brothers eye,
but miss the log in your own.
Truth obscured by narcissistic vanity,
can you afford to throw stones?
Project your fears onto me, obscure the truth you don’t see.
Project your fears onto me, I’ll smash your glass house for free.
JUDGE NOT LEST YE BE JUDGED.
Project your fears
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LOST IN THE WEEDS
03:20
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7. LOST IN THE WEEDS
There’s snakes down in the grass, watch out don’t let them feed.
You spend too long trapped down there, and you’ll get lost in the weeds.
You’re so convinced that there’s more to it, certain something is wrong.
Entangled in the pursuit of another way, the truth’s been there all along.
You’re so far down the rabbit hole “YOU’VE LOST SIGHT”
Have no idea where you are,
You’re so obsessed with avoiding the cold hard truth,
No matter how near or far.
Can’t see the woods through the trees.
Because you’re lost in the weeds.
Obfuscate your own responsibility.
Deflect the chance, of your accountability.
There’s snakes down in the grass, watch out don’t let them feed.
You spend too long trapped down there, and you’ll get lost in the weeds.
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8. SODDEN PT.2 (Ft. Jay, Broken Down)
I watch you soak yourself in sorrow, and pain.
SODDEN
I see you shake as you withdraw, you feed the beast everyday, the beast you cannot ignore.
Indentured servitude, an unforgiving master.
Appease your sodden God, sink deeper, further, faster.
I watch you shake as you withdraw, subjugated and weak.
Imprisoned by its allure
Sodden
Indentured servitude, and unforgiving master.
Appease your sodden God.
Sink deeper, further, faster.
SODDEN
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GOOD INTENTIONS
02:04
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9. GOOD INTENTIONS
So full of good intentions, you sat about though is all I seem to see,
Postponed again for another day, but nothing good, comes for free.
You expect the world, and set your sights in the sky.
But how can you hope to win, when you don’t even try.
Why don’t you set your sights, where you can actually see.
Outlandish aspirations, void of, reality.
Dream away the day, you dream away.
“Maybe it’s about time you get off your fucking arse mate”
So full of good intentions, so full of good intent.
But you’re still sat about doing fuck all mate, ‘cos’ you’re thick but you think you’re sick, and everybody but yourself knows the truth that you’re guna do fuck all because you say it everyday and you’re a dick mate. It’s fate, not hate, why would I give a fuck mate. I’m just tired of hearing the same old shit from you, ‘cos’ I hear it all the time and there’s nothing that I see you do.
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DRAIN THE SWAMP
02:01
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10. DRAIN THE SWAMP
I watch you all lie through your fucking teeth. Without question, you accept each others bullshit, for fear of questioning your own. Wilful ignorance to the blatant ugly reality of your life, reciprocated by the fools that surround you.
Egos built on fantasy, virtue, rested on deceit. A transparent illusion to comfort the weak. A cesspit of decay, destined to rot.
DRAIN THE FUCKING SWAMP.
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11.NOISE FROM THE SHALLOW END
Preach superficial noise, hope someone might hear you.
Time wasted on yourself, to signal your virtue.
Self righteous, deluded, brain dead ideologist.
Echoes of empty cries, drown out each others lies.
A noisy shoal of cunts that view the world through half closed eyes.
TOO WEAK to loose your spotlight.
TOO WEAK to embrace the real fight.
Noise from the shallow end.
Noise from the shall, END
“Wade in”
Wade in the shallow depths of fickle sheep, (Don’t go too deep)
Wallow in the shallow depths, don’t go too deep.”
Wade in the shallow depths, of fickle sheep.
Don’t go to deep.
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12. DREGGS (Ft. Lewis, Malign)
You gather at the bottom, unlikely bedfellows, but all still rotten.
The last remaining, unwanted, discarded waste.
Yet you’re still somehow smug,
but I see through that face.
You’re not the worst but fuck are you lot all far from the best.
A fair-weather clique, exclusive just to who’s left.
There’s a reason folks like you all end up being friends.
It’s ‘cos’ dreggs attract dreggs, the same means, the same ends.
DREGGS, ATTRACT DREGGS,
You gather at the bottom, unlikely bedfellows, but all still rotten.
Your arrogance proceeds you, your self indulgence defeats you.
Your self assured ego misleads you.
Alienates, all those who surround you.
Poisons what little good that you can do,
The fake rewards you receive, all deceive you.
The few who stay now resent you.
Sit back and Watch as they leave you.
DREGGS, ATTRACT DREGGS,
You gather at the bottom, unlikely bedfellows, but all still rotten.
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FULL FORCE
02:27
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13. FULL FORCE (Ft. Andy C)
I’ll wear my heart on my sleeve, not hide what I care about.
No guilty pleasure, no opinion to hide,
True to myself with no doubt.
You’re so concerned, what other people think of you,
To just conform to the norm, and compromise what you do.
It’s such a shame, how predictable a person can be,
Interchangeable agents of ideology.
There’s no autonomy, where is your sovereignty?
You’re regurgitated stance lacks authenticity.
(Andy C guest, Young Fathers - In my view lyrics)
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14. |
HOW WE GETTING ON MATE
01:42
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(Instrumental)
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DEATH BY A THOUSAND CUTS
02:59
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15. DEATH BY A THOUSAND CUTS
Wearing down, bit by bit you slowly chip away.
Wearing down, bit by bit you loose identity.
A painful war of attrition, you slowly chip away.
Gradually pushed to the edge, step back then pushed again, deconstruct identity.
Chip away at the foundations you stand upon, slow death not obvious to see.
You can take one cut at a time but they all add up, will you find peace in what will be.
The life slowly draining out a dying husk, whimpering its last breath.
A mercy killing from the endless pain endured, how could you now escape death?
A torturous decent,
AS YOU HEAR THE LAST BREATH
WHAT WILL YOU DO WITH WHAT’S LEFT
As you hear the last breath.
What will you do with what’s left?
An excruciating fatal sight to behold.
Witness and lament it’s death.
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