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Finite
02:51
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All around me, they start to dissolve
Grasping hands finding nothing
Finite
Pillars of dust blow away
Wide-eyed, I watch them fade
Finite
In a mirror, I see myself
Only to find I'm fading as well
Finite
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2. |
Lost Sight
00:59
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A hollow shell
Lacking in substance
Lost sight
Crying for unity
But standing divided
Lost sight
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Pride
02:00
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Pride
In deeds of the dead
Bloodline
In place of accomplishment
Pride
In lines in the sand
Proximity
Determines your worth
Pride
In what scene you're in
See how these three
Are not so unlike
They all reek of pride
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4. |
Take Me To Prison
02:06
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Life has a fee
And you're overdrawn
When the debt gets too high
You get fucked by the law
Can't pay
No money
Take me to prison
Get this over with
Free room
Free meal
On the outside
You won't find a better deal
Won't pay
Hate money
Take me to prison
I'm tired of waiting
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What the fuck's that smell?
Did someone step in shit or did a crust show let out?
Instead of buying all those patches
Buy some soap and wash your asses
Infernal stench of The Crustripper
Downtown's filled with toxic haze
Crusty stench won't go away
The filth spreads throughout the city
Makes every show and party shitty
Infernal stench of The Crustripper
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6. |
Sell All Your Gear
02:13
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Get off the stage
You fucking suck
Get off the stage
You fucking suck
Apathetic schmuck
Decorating time with shit
You can't even play
You don't even care
You can't even play
You're only on stage
To get laid
Get off the stage
You fucking suck
Get off the stage
You fucking suck
Wild-eyed and drunk
Proud to be a fuck up
Embarrassing to watch
Make this shitty music stop
Decorating time with shit
Please just fucking quit
Sell all your gear
You fucking suck
Sell all your gear
You fucking suck
Go to the fucking pawn shop
Make this shitty music stop
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7. |
Dis-aster
01:45
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Men, women and children
Under nuclear fire
The pounding drums of war
The scream of amplifiers
Bass shakes the ground
Volume rips the sky
Buildings come down
Everybody dies
A disaster
Mothers watch and grieve
They fall on broken knees
The bombastic beats
Tore apart their families
City lies in ruins
Feedback rings out
The few surviving humans
Stare in awe and bow down
A disaster
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8. |
Colors Fade
02:10
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Gray skies
Seen by
Jaded eyes
It all seems the same
Never a change
Days go by
Here I lie
Nullified
It all stays the same
Gray skies
Seen by
Jaded eyes
It all stays the same
World painted gray
All colors fade
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9. |
Infiltrate
02:38
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Unmarked cars
Hidden police
Disguised as civilians
Hidden police
Infiltrate
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10. |
The South End Terror
02:37
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Mouth full of gold
Gucci and spikes
The terror of the south end
Is coming for your wife
Full stack amps, custom guitars
Worshipping Satan and Aztec gods
Black metal and wine
Chevrolet and coke
Adversary rise
Spread your legs for the Goat
Full stack amps, custom guitars
Worshipping Satan and Aztec gods
Mouth full of gold
Mullet and Camaro
Gaggers and young throats
Spread your legs for the Goat
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11. |
Iron Killing Machine
02:00
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Rolling thunder
Distributing death
Iron killing machine
Gears of destruction
Crushing out life
Iron killing machine
Artillery shells
Rain over the world
Iron killing machine
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