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1.
Leeches 04:54
Lyrics: The rot we leave behind, like a disease it’s spreading. Hail the greed until we die. We’re like flies surrounding shit. The stench is so appealing. A blinding bliss. We choose to have it all. Revelled beyond repair, we leave them nothing. Devour all, and let it die. We’re obsessed by greed. We’re leeches. We always crave, we always thrive. We scrape all the remains. The world left barren. It’s too late for remorse. We can’t change the path we´ve paved. The world rots, ignore the stench. The world rots, and still we grace the lie.
2.
Worlds Apart 04:02
We give our empathy, sharing your sorrow. Our concern for your tragedy, how it breaks our hearts. But keep your shit far away. Keep your shit far from me. Don’t need this filth in my street. Get help where you belong. I pay to have my conscience clean. I pay to provide a safe distance between us. Keep us worlds apart. I have to have my backyard clean from misery.
3.
For The Few 03:06
Infected you breed a culture of gluttony, efficient envy and monstrosity. As profit precedes the needs of humanity. Protected behind a wall of eloquent lies. The rapacious prevail. Vultures of society. Belittle the frail. Left behind, redundantly. Shut out the masses as you’re saving yourself. You suck the bone dry, keep it all to yourself. You’re fueling the fire, that burns for the few.
4.
Bright eyes as they turn to pale. No lease of life, I’m empty. I stay numb in the remnants of light. Paralyzed, I wither. Can’t escape these chains of apathy. It’s too late to cut the ties. A trail of failed attempts is all I leave behind. Lost in past mistakes, too late to rewind.
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6.
We’re the plague, the disease. A narcissistic breed. We’re parasites, we’re lice. This greed will drain it dry. A race to decay, our demise. A collective suicide. Our denial speaks in tongues. We can’t breathe with punctured lungs. Now the silent repent. We have all played a part. No one here is pure of heart. Save us. Slay us. Slaughter us all.
7.
Blurred flickering pictures run through my mind. And all my fuck ups forming a line. I can’t admit how my abuse causes this shit. Still I defy, always deny. Anxiety building. I can’t remember why. But these pictures still run through my mind. Awaken drenched in sweat. This feeling never lies. I drown my remorse. Get back into my hole. My pit of self-loathing.
8.
Monoton 04:40
Praising these plastic dreams you feed on the herds of vanity. Botox beauty queens glorified by this vain society. Strip our lives of content, stay blinded by this veil of conceit. Confined, trapped by emptiness. Praise the apathy. Blissful like a dream. We’re the children of vanity, embraced by monotony.
9.
Old Patterns 05:34
Who put all this fucked up hatred in your head? What’s the root to the evil you’re infected with? You’re buried neck deep in this ingrained bigotry. You fuel the fiery violence of white supremacy. Spreading sickness with your lies, as we head for our demise. Fuck the bigots, arise. Still repeating the same mistakes. Old patterns prevail. Killing equality. So once more we head down the same path.

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released October 4, 2019

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