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BLOOD KINK
01:13
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Dragging my feet down the hallway
They said i'd find a red door
A place where pain is a lover
And the shame you feel is no more
Tied up and covered in bruises
Life's not that hard anymore
Smiling while spitting blood
On the floor
Give me the pin and the needles
This worlds not my home anymore
66 lashes to mend my sorrows
6 more to open a door
To a place where you trust in your weakness
Where the pain means so much more
Suspended above the bullshit
Life's not that hard anymore
Smiling while spitting blood on the floor
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I.C.E.
01:21
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Torn away, waging war on refugees
Children dissappearing from custody
Seeking asylum as families
Fleeing acts of violence
Showing a new level of heartlessness
Lacking in basic humanity
In jailing the mothers
Cruel attempts of deterring
Fellow humans from crossing
Just can't ignore
The false sense
Of their entitlement
Attacking the rights of the innocent
War on those in need
Making a treacherous journey
Ripping apart sons and daughters
Desperately needing to be free
Parents accused of smuggling
Their very own offspring
Creating a new generation
Of inequality
Torn away, waging war on refugees
Children disappearing from custody
Seeking asylum as families
Fleeing actus of violence
Showing a new level of heartlessness
Lacking in basic humanity
Burn the borders
False sense of power
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3. |
LITTLE BOY
01:48
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Burning to pieces
Falling by the waste side
Shadows for graves
Children too young to die
Victims of war taken by genocide
Crawling down the road
Forsaken by humankind
Digging through the dust
For the bones of their loved
To remember how it was
Before the mushroom cloud rose above
Burnung to pieces
Falling by the waste side
Shadows for graves
Children too young to die
Victims of war taken by genocide
Crawling down the road
Forsaken by human
A generation lost
Living in the afterlife
Sky so red
Blood dripping from their eyes
Dreaming of peace
Becoming a sacrifice
Digging through the dust
For the bones of their loved
To remember how it was
Before the mushroom cloud rose above
The first bomb dropped
But it wasn't enough
For the war to be won
Under that nuclear sun
The chemicals rose
Burned their souls
While the western world watching
From the comfort of their homes
Burning to pieces
Falling by the waste side
Shadows for graves
Children too young to die
Victims of war taken by genocide
Crawling down the road
Forsaken by humankind
Sky so red
Blood dripping from their eyes
Dreaming of peace
Becoming a sacrifice
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BLAST
01:50
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The heavenly police man
Gently picking flowers
Planning his twisted carnival
A celebration of shed blood
The earthly police man
Afraid of the occasion
Still engaging in the violence
Follows instructions from above
Assembling his army
For the disbursement of rallies
The unafraid will protest
The oppression all they can
The heavenly police man
Humbling the masses
Taking political prisoners
Holds the nationhood in his hands
Streets filled with soldiers
He organized the chaos
And the sound of skulls crushing
Lungs filled with mud
The heavenly police man
Cradling his children
Washing away all the blood
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NEEDLES
01:14
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I know i'm grasping at air
Trying to make you understand
Your words are more deadly
Than the guns in their hands
Why would you just
Keep it at bay
It won't go away
There's no use to pray
Your selfish ways
Will dig more graves
At the end of the day
Under the dead sun
The children will awake
They'll be wandering down the hallways
The bullets will rain
Blood spilled in vain
Dark was the day
The sun went away
Your selfish ways
Dug more graves
At the end of the day
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WOLVES
01:31
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They think im just a vessel
A body to be taken away
Victim of the culture
Shouldn't have looked his way
Killing our abusers
No one believes a word you say
Walking through the alleys
Searching for another way
A seed planted in me
A power trip in its own way
Poison in the gardens
Lying in a shallow grave
Mothers in the shadows
Infection spreads another day
Blood drips slowly
Death becomes the only way
Theyre wolves
In sheep's clothing
Hunting in the light
Keep protecting the wicked
Well evil comes in many forms
Assaulted by their lovers
Prisoners in their homes
Quiet the violence against her
Filling the wombs with poison
Enslaved to our own bodies
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Heavy Stench San Jose, California
San Jose + Oakland posers
Diana - Vocals
Vic- Guitar
Krystl - Bass
Parko - Drums
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