Saturday, December 4, 2010

Lyrics from the jams from our new slab of hate.

These'll all be appearing on our full-length "Symptoms Of A Belligerent Nation" due out in 2011 from PATAC Records.


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"Burning Bridges And Loving It"


Fucking piece of shit
I'll kill you with an ice pick
Can't wait until you're dead
I don't care about you
Or your fucking life
Stupid kids, ugly wife

I used to hate girls
Now I just hate all my friends
I used to hate women
Now I just fucking hate you

Your fucking band sucks
Fuck you, hate you
Your wife's a bitch
Fuck you, hate you
Your job's a joke
Fuck you, hate you
End your life
Fuck you, hate you


I used to hate girls
Now I just hate all my friends
I used to hate women
Now I just fucking hate you


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"Tazmission Chokeout Motherfucker"



Never stop choking
Tap out until
you fucking die
Crawl across this
necrotic dance floor
Before the song hits its
final crescendo
All this blood
It can't be 
all mine

You sit in innocence
I attack with spite
You did nothing
But I can't be the only one choking

Smash
You are the past
Decaying flesh
Your time has passed

Never stop choking
Tap out until
you fucking die

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"Diabetic Drug Damage"


Tonight I feel it.
Blast off in my heart and in my lungs.
In my head.
My brain itself,
Turning and flipping inside my skull.
Gray matter scraping, grinding, tearing
Against the bone encasement of my skull.

Sugar. Salt. Oxys. Xanax.
Whiskey. Beer. Scissors. Murder.

Therapist assassin.
Pharmaceutical bodybag.
Throw my life away
at the dinner table.

Not thinking straight.
Feeling bad in my heart and in my mind.
My hand continues to go to my head,
unbidden by my mind.
I feel so small in this chair.
This room suddenly feels as massive,
and as cavernous as an ancient concert hall.

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"Urinary Cop Infection"


I wasn't in a hurry
I was hoping to hang out here
On the side of the expressway
And check out your limpdick ego boost
And on a related note
I also hear you wanted me to slice your throat
And make art with your blood

Piss on my rights
Piss on your face
Piss on my rights
Piss on your grave

I'm so lonely
'swhy I'm at the airport
So thank you for the surprise
Full body cavity search
No there's zero drugs in my bag
Just your wife's head

Piss on my rights
Piss on your face
Piss on my rights
Piss on your grave

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"Blood And Bone Cave Drawings"


Clawing like a caged animal
Starving for respect
It gets me far
If bloody nubs are a goal
The wall stands intact
Wish it was your hated face

This is my penance
For the crime of being a fool
Closer as brothers, friends forever
Now barely tolerated, target of murderous hate

I'd say I'm biding my time
Waiting to strike like a king cobra
Wishful thinking and bullshit
Swallow my rage, hope for your death

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