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Kawasaki Ninja
01:55
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The funerals, the strung up witches
The rats in suits, you sons of bitches
The church of piss and smeared out crosses
We move ahead, and curse our losses
The sacrifice was rendered null
When we went and excavated hell
And built new slums from ground up femurs
And now comes Romulus and Remus
Put your faith in modern steel
It bends your strength unto it's will
Vile palm and melting hand
There's bodies buried in the sand
I can't foresee my suffering end
I will not be released
I just don't care who gets forgiven
Or granted fucking peace
These servants, frail & spineless
They worship and obey
They trust the king to honour
The blood he must repay
The penitent reveals his face
A rotten bloom explodes in place
Heavens blessing nulls the mind
While god returns to crush mankind
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Bovine, placid
Rotted mind
The blameless, clean
Inverted kind
You think you've got your hands on it
It turns to dust, it turns to shit
You ruined then
You ruin now
Human locust, human cow
I want the planet back right now
You viral, fucking bloated sow
You fuck
You breed
You cover all, in your infected waste
But soon
They come
To claim what's theirs
To cleanse you from this place
The light
The fires
The curse of the stars
The distance between then and now
I will never learn
I'll always burn
The gold
The rust
The dances of dust
The labours of man at the wheel
And the love that you spurn
None will return
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Reptilian Piss
01:47
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Turning, grinding on the stem
The flowers blooming on the helm
Roots extend into the floor
Waiting wasting ever more
You be the shield that breaks the spear
That splits the bolt in half
You are the grinning master's dog
In stone forever cast
The only peace, my one reprieve
This solace we have found
Is knowing man will always die
Returning to the ground
This one is for the palace rats
This one is for the pigs
For all the squealing, squirming young
The game is fucking rigged
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Unicron Flex
01:35
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The shell, the box
The quarry face
The office wall I see
The pendulum
That carves the hours
The business gives to me
Stone is stone until it's not
When time it's shroud retracts
The water trapped inside the shell
Occludes the cataracts
The hair it grows back through the skull
Into a mind, full bloom
Decay, despair, a priest interred
God steps into the room
A candle held infirm
Against the sun's display
A wet and weak illumination
A torch lit as we pray
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Working Men's Club London, UK
Blackened 4-piece hardcore from London. NOT THE INDIE BAND.
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Check out the other half of our EP with the phenomenal Containment - check our their other split with The Art of Burning Water too.
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Unexpected Brighton sludgers, dealing in ruinous, discordant music. Catch them live if you can.
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London blackened hardcore plus bloody nice lads - their new album will make your ears bleed pus, but - in a good way.
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