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Guillotine Swing
01:08
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GUILLOTINE SWING
Avarice advantageous adversary
Covetous greed fueled mother fucker
The one who claims to stand alone
Stilted on soft hands and brittle bones
Rip him from the naval
Spill him to the floor
Tear him from his tower
Free us from the stable
Heads roll
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Suffer/Sulphur
03:09
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Curse
Of fathers
Of old men
Living lie
Sustain
Nothing
Borrow time
Smoke
A hand wave
A band aid
On an opened wound
Sustain
Nothing
Borrow time
Push and twist the steal (suffer)
Pull the hammer release (sulphur)
All will be repaid (suffer)
When the work is done (sulphur)
Drag them from their homes line them in the street
Recite all transgressions, apathetic requiem
Malice and mercy delivered from a callous jury
All will be repaid when all the work is done
Push and twist the steal (suffer)
Pull the hammer release (sulphur)
All will be repaid (suffer)
When the work is done (sulphur)
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Temple of Mammon
03:25
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Bring your offering
Sew skin in skin
Breed hostility
Spine removing
All live in subjugation
Poison inhalation
Blinding apparition
Rotting in the pit of hell
Greed perverts the will
Upon the mound of gold and blood
The aspiration of man become
Mindless wrenching agony
The price for life you will
Suffer
Mammon, walk among them
Mammon, prince of rapacity
Mammon, claim your children
Mammon, endless tenacity
Mammon, claim your children
Mammon, rise
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Job Followed Well
04:33
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No one upon the cross
No one looking down
No one sent to save you
No one no sons of god
Salvation paid with remorse
Scripture sold by the yard
Satan dressed in robes
Anointed to collect the toll
Gods not testing you
You’re just suffering
Meaningless man
Who hides behind a cross
Pious halo upon your head
Your soul shackled by the dead
Pious halo upon your head
Your soul shackled
Man was made
In the image of hate
When you fall
Fall down
Long will you
Sew sew
Receive your
Reward
A respected position
In hell
Fall
Fall down
All of this
All of life
Means fucking nothing
Millions murdered for gods dried spit
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Landfilth Dayton, Ohio
Steeped in the heart of the American rust belt, LANDFILTH are the soundtrack of a dying empire. A melting pot of poison- belching smokestack riffs and steel mill drums. The songs are each a panorama of an empire's demise: Endless pollution and corruption in the name of greed and power ... more