1. |
Intro
01:01
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2. |
Mouthwash Insecticide
02:07
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I don't care about what you think
One more word will have me on the brink
Lier,cheater,piece of scum
So I face fuck you
You got shit to say?
Say it to my face
Running your mouth
What a disgrace
You're giving me
A fucking head ache
Won't you just
Go the hell away
Talking out your ass
You've got no class
You fucking fool
I'll take you to school
You don't know shit
You're gonna get hit
Silly bitch
Jump off a bridge
Talking out your ass
You've got no class
You fucking fool
I'll take you to school
You don't know shit
You're gonna get hit
Silly bitch
I don't care about what you think
One more word will have me on the brink
Lier,cheater,piece of scum
So I face fuck you
Run your mouth all day
Saying the same things
You've got no point
And I'll rejoice
Breaking your face
Right in tw
You don't know
What the fuck to do
Talking out your ass
You've got no class
You fucking fool
I'll take you to school
You don't know shit
You're gonna get hit
Silly bitch
Jump off a bridge
Talking out your ass
You've got no class
You fucking fool
I'll take you to school
You don't know shit
You're gonna get hit
Silly bitch
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3. |
Trump Youth
02:06
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4. |
Isolated
03:49
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Isolated
All alone
No one calls
They don't pick up the phone
Ain't it great
To wake up alone
Buried in
Six feet down
Solid ground
Safe and sound
Ain't it great
To wake up dead
Ain't it great to wake up in a sun shining place
Where everyones happy and no one makes mistakes
Ain't it great
You're out of time, your necks on the line
Ain't it great to wake up all alone where no calls they don't pick up the phone
Ain't it great
You're out of time, your necks on the line, don't try to tell me that I'm doing just fine
And I know
I'll die alone
That's for sure
I'll accept my fate, ride off, and die alone
Isolated
All alone
No one calls
They don't pick up the phone
Ain't it great
To wake up alone
Buried in
Six feet down
Solid ground
Safe and sound
Ain't it great
To wake up dead
Ain't it great to wake up in a sun shining place
Where everyones happy and no one makes mistakes
Ain't it great
You're out of time, your necks on the line
Ain't it great to wake up all alone where no calls they don't pick up the phone
Ain't it great
You're out of time, your necks on the line, don't try to tell me that I'm doing just fine
And I know
I'll die alone
That's for sure
I'll accept my fate, ride off, and die alone
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5. |
Get Fucked
02:23
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I don't know how foolish you have to be
To think that you've done no wrong by me
You try and try to pin the guilt
But no one can take the load of your filth
I've had enough
This you can't fluff
You think that it's tough
But I think you can
GET FUCKED
You use and abuse me
Try to blind so that I can't see
Like a horse to water you will drink
But you'll drown in the pool like a fucking fool
I've had enough
This you can't fluff
You think that it's tough
But I think you can
GET FUCKED
Break down
All the walls you've built
You try to make me
Full of guilt
Try to tell me that I did all the wrong
Make me little, small, and gone
But I've made up my mind
To leave you, far behind
The end of the line is where you'll reside
Cut off to die
I've had enough
This you can't fluff
You think that it's tough
But I think you can
GET FUCKED
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6. |
At A Loss
02:45
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Dreams turn into nightmares
While I softy sleep
Sending me visions
Where my body slowly sleeps
Stuck
Inside
My Head
Again
I
Don't Know
How I'm
Not Dead
My own dirty thoughts
They slowly creep
Sending my signals
That I Can't Defeat
Trapped
Inside
This Shell
Again
When
Will I
See
The End
Stuck
Inside
My empty mind
Wish
I Would
Become Blind
Trapped
Inside
This Shell
Again
When
Will I
See
The End
Stuck
Inside
My empty mind
Wish
I Would
Become Blind
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7. |
Torches
03:43
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I hate society I hate conformity nobody is the same nobody is like me
I hate society I hate conformity nobody is the same nobody is like me
Fuck your authority get your hands off of me your motives are as pure as a bag of colostomy
I'm the dog that barked at you and ripped up all your toys now I'm coming back again I'm gonna make some noise
Bring your torches, torches, torches to me
Bring your torches, torches, torches, to me
Nobody listens, nobody listens, nobody listens to me
Your way of life is wrecked if you inspect so I'm bringing down a sledgehammer right on your neck
I hate the way you talk to me its like a fucking needle in the brain one more word I'm gonna go insane
Bring your torches, torches, torches to me
Bring your torches, torches, torches, to me
Nobody listens, nobody listens, nobody listens to me
I'm the strike of a match!
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8. |
Can't Help Ourselves
03:18
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SCREAM
Demons falling from the sky
BURN
Dragging you to hell to die
FIRE
Flesh is turning in to ash
Your loving god has given up
DEATH
Floating on his way to you
LIFE
The thing that he rips from you
GLORY
Taking you from most high
Your lying god is a tragedy
We know the way we're gonna die
We can't help ourselves
JESUS
Lying on the crucifix
Blood, nails, and the SIX SIX SIX
SAVIOUR
to none of us
Go ahead and give the fuck up
SINK
In your loving memories
DROWN
In the red sea
DEATH
Will overcome us all
So go ahead and answer the call
We know the way we're gonna die
We can't help ourselves
We know the way we're gonna die
We can't help ourselves
SCREAM
Demons falling from the sky
BURN
Dragging you to hell to die
FIRE
Flesh is turning in to ash
Your loving god has given up
DEATH
Floating on his way to you
LIFE
The thing that he rips from you
GLORY
Taking you from most high
Your lying god is a tragedy
We know the way we're gonna die
We can't help ourselves
We know the way we're gonna die
We can't help ourselves
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9. |
Morphine
03:03
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Prick me stab me make me bleed
I don't give a fuck about anything
Give me some fucking morphine
Cuz I don't wanna feel anything
Here we go, out of control
And it's all I've ever known
Until my last breath
I'll make sure that you reach death
This pain in my brain
Makes me go fucking insane
You have no chance in hell
Prick me stab me make me bleed
I don't give a fuck about anything
Give me some fucking morphine
Cuz I don't wanna feel anything
Here we go, out of control
And it's all I've ever known
Until my last breath
I'll make sure that you reach death
This pain in my brain
Makes me go fucking insane
You have no chance in hell
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10. |
Stop Shooting People
05:19
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Ignorant sense crawling through your head
Another flaw in the rotten world
And I can't help but wish everyone was dead
Reality will come unfurled
I don't wanna learn to think
I close my ears with integrity
I wonder if they had a family
I wonder if they had a family
STOP SHOOTING PEOPLE
STOP SHOOTING PEOPLE
STOP SHOOTING PEOPLE
STOP FUCKING SHOOTING PEOPLE
See the frustrations all pent up
I 've taken abuse for far too long
I'll show these my special cup
A chosen right among the wrong
AK ready in the back seat
Ignorant shits don't know what's coming
I wonder what their last words will be
I wonder what their last words will be
An avalanche of bodys hit the floor
This clubs turned into a morgue
This schools turned into another headline of empty hindsight
And now
We panic to point the blame
The cause for all the pain
But nothing gets done
Nothing ever gets done
I hope you're satisfied with what you did
You killed another kid
You killed another person who wanted to feel safety with their pulse
A bullet ridden ghost
There's blood upon the wall
Blood upon the wall
I shouldn't have to say it again
STOP SHOOTING PEOPLE
STOP SHOOTING PEOPLE
STOP SHOOTING PEOPLE
STOP FUCKING SHOOTING PEOPLE
STOP SHOOTING PEOPLE
STOP SHOOTING PEOPLE
STOP SHOOTING PEOPLE
STOP FUCKING SHOOTING PEOPLE
STOP SHOOTING PEOPLE
STOP SHOOTING PEOPLE
STOP SHOOTING PEOPLE
STOP FUCKING SHOOTING PEOPLE
STOP SHOOTING PEOPLE
STOP SHOOTING PEOPLE
STOP SHOOTING PEOPLE
STOP FUCKING SHOOTING PEOPLE
STOP SHOOTING PEOPLE
STOP SHOOTING PEOPLE
STOP SHOOTING PEOPLE
STOP FUCKING SHOOTING PEOPLE
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11. |
Backwards Crocodile
02:05
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12. |
Tumbleweed Distortion
05:15
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The sidewalks are cracked by the crushing of skulls
Another victim of guilt on sight
The reaper laughs
The jury sits
A murderer free without a fight
FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT
Your profiles corrupted by your fathers old cloaks
Persisted through entitled veins of gin
Your criminal spectrum runs exactly along
The darkness of the skin
Defiled lady justice
She stands she stands
With scars running down through her back
Shes beaten by the very batons she bestows
But we must keep her blindfold intact
Thy kingdom come thy will be done
Thy heaven is a wrath ridden blight
I bet you would lynch Jesus too if you ever found out he wasn't white
Iron fist, steel lung
We must force the future come
There will be no turning back
Riots fought, people slain
We cannot forget their names
Their ghosts will rise and attack
ATTACK ATTACK ATTACK
The smokestacks of men, so learned in dirt
Are eager to watch their pray run avert
The stroke their heads, balding and dry
Eager to watch every weakening cry
Opposing testimonials are just a facade
The acquiescence of church and state will not rot
The children can't sleep when they're hunted and shot for
Open season
Iron fist, steel lung
We must force the future come
There will be no turning back
Riots fought, people slain
We cannot forget their names
Their ghosts will rise and attack
One for the free
Two for my country
Three when I'm down
For my gunpowder crown
Tension arise
Fifty lost alibis
One hundred gone
Reach for the skys
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13. |
Ignoramous
04:02
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Use your brain before I lose my mind
Your ignorance makes me blind
You're the kind of person I'd die to kill
And the person I wish all ill will
Kill the stupid, wipe them out
Let there be no shadowed doubt
Your burden on the human race
Will be the reason you're shot in the face
Walking around day by day
Always got something dumb to say
The look on your face is one I'd wipe off
With a rifle, trust me, I'm set to assault
Kill the stupid, wipe them out
Let there be no shadowed doubt
Your burden on the human race
Will be the reason you're shot in the face
Kill the stupid, wipe them out
Let there be no shadowed doubt
Your burden on the human race
Will be the reason you're shot in the face
I walk by a well lit house on Thursday may 12 at 11:38 pm
I canʼt sleep, I havenʼt slept in two days.
my mother thinks iʼm dead, but the sorry hag never cheered more in her life
There are creatures floating in this can of condensed orange juice
They look up at me with curious eyes that haunt
“what did you come for”
“I canʼt tell”
theres only me and these creatures in this night
I let them feed on the dirt beneath my fingernails
it feels good
I realize this is the first time that Iʼve been happy in a long time
I savor the moment, then crush the can beneath my heel
cold rain seeps though my thin hoodie and I turn to walk the same direction I came from
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Burn Ban Austin, Texas
Burn Ban is a punk band based in Austin Texas.
Brett- Drums/Vocals
Alejandro-Bass/Vocals
WillImNot- Guitar/Vocals
Burn Ban recommends:
Killer album from a great local band.
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