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Free Us From Existence

by CONCRETE

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Storm of cowards tread upon us Weak flock together Rot in piss, no remorse Useless mother fuckers Degenerate pawns I dream of cutting your throat Praying won’t save you It won’t stop us Violence begets violence From the dark we hunt Insolent shadows Slaves to the pack Coward congregation You’ll be the next to fall Revenge guides me, mark my words Your empty being Will be filled with hurt Fuck you, fuck your friends Rest in shit mother fucker
2.
Fed to snakes In the abyss Left to rot Starving serpent, oceans black Take my eyes, take my eyes Serve me in chains Suffering is my home Built by abuse I’ve lost the war Death means nothing, death means nothing Swimming in emptiness My arms go numb Take my breath Bleeding my last drop Fuck everyone I’ve had enough I’m buried alive I’ll see you in hell A frozen tomb Take my breath Our lives mean shit Left to rot Starving serpent Oceans black Take my eyes, take my eyes
3.
Path of Fire 03:57
Without the hand of grace You must save yourself Being cast into darkness Makes you a God I need not the divine Cold touch Suffering leads me A calloused soul Strength from pain Path of fire The weak were fed Silver spoons and shelter I was cast aside Bred by fear and panic Left in isolation Fend for yourself Crawl back into the shadows and be silent Hate empowers me Thriving in this darkness Buried to the neck I’ll pull myself from anguish Save your pity for the ones that desire it This facade sickens me Inside you’re weak and sick Yet inside my reality, I’m a cadaver Animated in agony Walking and breathing dust My shadow abandons me My ice blood freezes me I walk with death, a fine line Strength from pain Pain is divine Strength from pain A fire that burns inside
4.
(Master) A tireless beast Reducing all to nothingness Dead eyes, weak limbs Emancipation The invisible master You are under his control Given the one key To numb the suffering Do thy bidding Mental incarceration Numbing lights, you belong to us This illusion of freedom No sense of self, you belong to us Cooperate or perish A sea of slaves, you belong to us Within our grasp a gift everlasting You all belong to us You’re a puppet and nothing more Do as the master tells you Consume, abuse, obey, cut your wrists Nothing, not even a thought. (Victim) I’m crushed beneath the weight of the world and this human fucking disease I am the last breath, I will be the end of me. I rip the roots from my head, I tear the soul from my eyes. The only comfort is death, everything fucking dies
5.
World Tomb 03:31
Greed will not save us from extinction Doing that which can not be undone The future is a shallow grave Our flesh will blanket the soils A species grasping at fantasies Eyes sewn shut Reality is cold We harvest pain Innocent silent souls Quietly begging for mercy Healing with the dawn of the dead Our ashes will be the only memory Executed by our savior We will burn There is no return This is our fate Passion for self We are but shadows Too weak to overcome Gamble our final breath The house always wins There is no coming back
6.
Parasites 04:04
Infected by lies Baptized in ignorance Cowardice taking form Expose the roaches nest Spectate the undoing of life Puppeteers guiding the weak Walking feces given wings Obey the master of filth Shackles quietly tightened Oh he the foul beast Playing fools like a fiddle Painted in light of fear Provoke onto us parasites Mentally diseased slaves Infected by lies The worth of a thousand particles of dust Beneath the ice Beyond death Yearning for devastation These dormant souls Bring them life A living villain Ordained as evil Escaping this mental abortion Spare us not
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It’s not them you hate, it’s yourself We don’t practice what we preach It’s not them you hate it’s yourself You don’t practice what you preach Judged without reason Executed without treason making you the enemy gives me power Faint words held dear Preaching upon a deaf ear The innocent condemned It’s so easy to pretend Exiled from this world You shall die in shame Called to the wicked We who cast the blame A mob of idiocy Fanning the fucking flame When was the last time you’ve seen your own face? Have you looked? You’ve become the abomination Scars within flesh My past holds this wrath Demons hold you prisoner A mental bloodbath Dark mirror Face what you’ve become Narcissistic sickness The rising scum

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FREE US FROM EXISTENCE

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released August 7, 2020

Recorded, Mixed and Mastered by Shane Frisby and Pete Rutcho at The Brick Hit House

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