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Castle Projects
01:48
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We have reached the apex of our species
The threshold where our knowledge begins turning back on itself
And all of our intellect amounts to a crater in the earth
The greatest scar upon our history
A white hot ball of extinction
A second sun smashing down
All we are and ever would become
Just a shadow stamped upon the ground
What brings us to such an end?
Our wisdom shadowed by our deviancy
We have reached the apex of our species
As we spiral down in a cycle of completion
We were destined to erase ourselves
Erased from the universe
Our kingdom come
Human landfill
Please forget us
Funny how the blast sounds just like our savior calling
Human nature
Please forget us
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Deliverance Farms
01:47
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The knife point finds it’s home in the body of a child
Savage eyes illuminate
Rictus mouths are drooling
Terror trumpets in the ears of parents watching with relief
The torment inflicted delivering their baby from the beast
So they believe
It isn’t ritualistic violence
It’s fanatical service with a smile
Guardians groomed by sociopathic zealots
Masters of illusion
Restoring ignorant and fearful families to the pious values they hold so dearly
This facility constructed for the breaking of the soul
And the manufacture of ardent soldiers of god
You should be killed
You will be killed
This will end in blood and fire
As it was foretold
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Over There
02:02
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He sleeps in the mud and the rain
And every other horrible thing
He’s killed every creature to walk the land
He's an atrocity of man
He’s fought his way back home
Through a jungle lost to Napalm
He cannot be forgiven
He has no friends
A relic of time
No one understands
A hovel of trash
Sleep in shit beneath the overpass
The semi trucks howling along
Sounds like ordnance in the distance
Sounds just like falling bombs
Tremors ignite his blood, pupils dilated
Sounds like home, back in ‘Nam
There’s only Vietnam
He sees the bodies, he doesn’t care
He left his conscience over there
He smells the blood, sweet acrid air
His mind is swimming over there
He dawns his noose, a cold dead stare
He’s long been dead, over there
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Vital Witness
01:44
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Forever running
Someone always knows
The burden of sight defies you
Now you are among those condemned
Not for your crimes
But that which you bare witness
Find him, kill him
Just another running voice
Tracked and silenced
What conclusion can be drawn
From such a transactional existence?
A passionless killling
A humiliating death
Merely a requirement to be met
A message to be sent
To preserve the order of human nature
A cyclical suffering
To benefit the few
To insulate the powerful
You will be found
You will be killed
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Throwaway Kids
01:25
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There’s a lot of dead children in Atlanta
No one knows why
No one seems to care
Premium hunting grounds
No one looking for them
Lots of tiny caskets
Children’s suits on sale
Even in senseless death
There’s always a price to pay
For a people disregarded
For people beneath the wheel
They’re not the color of concern
It’s election year, criminal indifference
While investigation stalls in favor of an optics statement
Another body of a child is found rotting in a vacant
To the children of Atlanta
know your parents love you
Be grateful they are watching
Because no one else is
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Skull Cradle
02:11
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Your life is sacred
You’ve carried water to this dying land
You are the sons and daughters
Of a market in demand
Born in abject failure
Shepherded into this world
On a righteous platter
Sold to the highest wounded bidder
Commodify the misery of people trapped beneath the wheels
Capitalize on the pleas of broken people cutting deals
And so the angels of love are gutted by their grief
And the guardians of sacred love are fleeced beyond belief
So the cycle starts again and the lawyers have their drink
And the families enjoy their victory by groveling in the street
Can we make the miracle of life more disgusting?
Is there any element of life that isn’t worth exploiting?
Perhaps there is a job no one wishes to be appointed?
Because the baby selling business is never ending
So much pain, so much money
So much shame, so much money
Blood, shame, greed, indifference
An ethical alternative to child trafficking
Take my love, take my money
A different kind of empty
Take my money
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Phoenix Grindcore, members of Woundvac, Ugly, Endorphins Lost.
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