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Containment / Working Men's Club

by Working Men's Club

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    Split with UKHC monsters Containment (RIP) on Tape! Pink and hand numbered!

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1.
WMC II 00:51
Art school dropout Quinoa salad prepping fucking C U N T Fuck your haircut Fuck your snapback Fuck your neck tat Who the fuck do you know
2.
The pigs in the trap and the blood’s in the sluice The rats line the walls and there's nothing to lose The body is rigid the skin won't come loose The insides decay and the eyes start to bruise My standards decline and the hands start to slip I try to cling onto the sand and the grit The brain starts to die and the sound starts to clip The curse it gets worse, and now you reek of it Body breaks and mind collapses Spirit rots, soul burns to ashes We're in this together and it won't go well I'm taking you with me, straight down to hell We're going down
3.
A bishop's wrist and blackened hand The shadows on the sun A life wrenched from The darkest place These trophies we have won Our father's sin will be repaid Not in gold but blood With all that water turned to red And all that burning wood But at the last I am undone And at the last I learn That heaven will resist mankind And Adam's children burn The lash your mother's longest braid The whip that bites the dead Your sister bears the cup beneath Collecting weeping red
4.
My legs in the trap And I'm stripped clean of skin When my only mistake Was to suffer the sin That I'm poor and I'm slow In the palace of kings Where the grave marks the crown And the sunlight it stings How strange we should meet In the mouth of the beast Where we suffer and scream For reprieve or relief But your heads in his jaws By your own stupid choice While I'm nought but his prey Out of time, without voice Now lanterns lit Now torches burn The darkness lifts And fire returns The heat descends On unclean space Now clear the path And cleanse this place Man was meant to suffer

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Londoners Containment and Working Mens Club collaborate for 7 tracks of blackened hardcore. Released through Vetala Productions.

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released March 2, 2018

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Working Men's Club London, UK

Blackened 4-piece hardcore from London. NOT THE INDIE BAND.

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