1. |
Machine Hell
02:02
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There are those that never know freedom
Outside of metal walls
We a parasite breed them for murder
They die in machine hell
Who are you to cause their death?
Could you slit their throat yourself?
Beaten bodies, cries of torment
They’re huddled in misery
Painful lives ended in violence
They die in machine hell
Who are you to cause their death?
You’d drown in the blood you’ve drunk
They’re cold and alone
Waiting for the killing blow
Metal walls echo with the sound
Of their mothers deaths, blood pours out
The greed of man, knows no bounds
Ain’t got a conscience
Their death ain’t quiet
Twisted torsos full of pain
Dragged to machine hell
Hear the cries of machine hell
Breath only to give, their bodies as meat
This slaughters for you, slaughtered for you.
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Who dies if England lives?
Peace made with blood
We walk to our destiny
Over rows of dead like paving slabs
Skies drone grey
There’s blood on everything
Friends of death come marching
Britannia wants her pound of flesh
We come for peace we cum and piss
Britannia won’t be stopped
Harming army here it comes
Blind animal
Fighting and fucking
To give you a one winged dove of freedom
Justice died a million times
Rape the people rape the land
People go to death as we go to sleep
Harming army here it comes to help you help itself
They keep moving forward for life and it’s removal
Who dies if England lives…
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3. |
Vulturemen
03:03
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Days of the Vulturemen
Showing the blood on their hands
The consequence of death
From their destruction
To shove it down your throat
It’s a snuff film
They placate us with death
Lullabies of misery to lull us to sleep
Forget about the past
Forget about the lies
Forget about those compelled to kill
Living in a world with god
Living in a world with murder
Living in a world with evil bastards who are always wanting more
More money, more war
They strip the world and sell its skin
Victims voiceless on a screen
And we pay them with pity
When it was done in our name
Living in a world with greed
Living in a world with law
Living in a world with evil bastards who are always wanting more
More money, more blood, more war
They wring their hands till their red in the face
Don’t show their bombs just the blood on the floor
We eat the sadness maggots on a corpse
The world it rots and we watch
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4. |
Finish
01:54
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Trying to get away
But there’s nowhere to run
Head bouncing off the wall
I want annihilation
Whole worlds an abattoir
Fighting and suffering have all been for nothing
Your pain is a dustbin they put your life in
Trying to rise
Want is a burden, I want to be free
Dreams like a swinging brick coming back at me
Still empty
But Trying to rise
But the only joy that can be found is
Joy in pain, joy in self destruction
Letting out a pint of blood
And laughing
Where true peace?
Where true worth?
Poisoned everything
Whole worlds an abattoir
The same walls that hug you watch you die
World is there
But they can take it
If I could have anything
I want annihilation
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5. |
Abattoir
03:50
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Are we the free people?
Who hang by poison threads
Engines of domination
Kill ourselves to satisfy them
They lead us to murder
They want us to forget our hunger
They want to be god
Look down on suffering
Our freedom is theirs
We’re strung up like a puppet
Hanging by a thread
We’re their puppets
Life like a purgatory
We’re pigs in their factory
Cultivated our submission
Our bodies are their meat
They want us dependant
They want us to fear our freedom
They want to be god
To let them is our sin
Our freedom is theirs
We’re strung up like a puppet
Hanging by a thread
We’re their puppets
Recognise your enemy
The evil that they beget
Bite the hand that’s never fed
We must cut the threads
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Nothing Good Survives
02:52
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Man murdered by society
Feel like dirt when you’re trying to be clean
Booze can’t dull the misery
Is that laughter? Die on the Ash ward
Down in the pit with the hammer to your head
Hurt yourself before they can
They throw out help like poison to rats
Evil inside
Nothing good can survive
It dies
Can’t live can’t die and serves you right
Pills pile by the bedside
Evil inside
Nothing good can survive
It dies
Pools of blood and pools of piss
Take the medicine
Help yourself
Evil inside
Nothing good can survive
It dies
Man murdered by society
Can’t live can’t die and you can try
Pools of blood and pools of piss
Is that laughter are they laughing again?
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Children of God
02:52
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Another war
Like the rest
Try and separate from Satan
But grow Satan’s heart in your chest
Is it worth making hell for an unknown heaven?
There’s no return from slaughters door
We have to face the grave they’ve grown
More bodies for the morgue
By children of god for children of god
Their saviour is violence
Visions of hell in a rush for salvation
Burnt remains their gift to god
Try and separate from Satan
But grow Satan’s heart in their chest
Is it worth making hell for an unreal heaven
Hatred spreads over the land
Nothing grows but the viciousness of man
Can we continue without hope?
A future of death not a future of life
We’ll be jealous of the dead
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8. |
Deserve Anarchy
02:25
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.Tied to a system that’s dead
Tied to a system that’ll cut you to pieces
Do you trust them with your life?
They look at poverty and say it could be worse
Nothing that they
Can’t take away
We deserve anarchy now
Trod down so long
Country like a drowning man
Gasping for air
A dead tree gives no shelter
Their crisis of excess
In a crisis of need
We deserve anarchy now
To hurt you is their plan
We reap the poison they sow
Empty words empty actions
Only the street is waiting for you
Destroy all life
Expect us to pay
We deserve anarchy now
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