1. |
Clergyman
02:59
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You hide behind a curtain of god
Rest on your laurels but your morals are flawed
Your thoughts are straight out of Marquis de Sade
But all you do Is kneel and pray for laud
The way to see by faith
Is to shut the eye of reason
Summon your wraith
Let the sickness creep in
Hide behind your word
Well that is absurd
Come out of your hole
Act on what you’ve spurred
You horrid structure is flawed and corrupt
Praise to the power but the poor can get fucked
Line them up and make them larruped
But come the day they will erupt
The way to see by faith
Is to shut the eye of reason
Summon your wraith
Let the sickness creep in
Hide behind your word
Well that is absurd
Open your mouth
And bite the fucking curb
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2. |
Greater Good
04:28
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Here's a list of our demands
Kill the liars and the sycophants
Lobotomize children into plants
Crushing skulls in our advance
For the greater good
Burn the bodies of the neerdowells
Cut out the tounges of the infidels
Throw the traitors in a starving hell
Lock their children in a cell
For the greater good x4
You bitch
Their hands are reaching they're reaching to God
Their hands together they're praying to God
Their hands are reaching they're reaching to God
Their hands together they're praying to God
The boots are coming and they're coming down hard x3
Boots are coming to knock down your door
For the greater good x4
You bitch
For the greater good x4
You bitch
Hang them
Burn them
Bleed them dry
For the greater good x4
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3. |
Womb to Tomb
03:16
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Existence Is courtesy
Expect no mercy
When you die no one will cry
No gods command
No helpin hand
You are not part of a plan
We are damned as it may be
Your truth will be the death of me
Fascists truths
Wasted youths
It never fails
Always deal in absolutes
Life is shit
No one owes you it
We’re waiting around to kick the bucket
Living lies
Committing crimes
Dust to dust we’re all slime
We are damned as it may be
Your truth will be the death of me
Fascists truths
Wasted youths
It never fails
Always deal in absolutes
Womb to tomb
We all consume
Every breath
We starve to death
We grab for scraps
Until we collapse
We’re all waiting
For the final relapse
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4. |
Headlight Discordance
02:40
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Straining spinal nerves until they snap
Dealing with the
Discord
Driving through the
Discord
No choice around it but to fall for the trap
Dealing with the
Discord
Driving through the
Discord
Blinding eyes piercing through my neck
Blurring lines shaking screws unchecked
Tunnel vision am i changing lanes
Swerving vertigo with tightening chains
Diesel disdain
Diesel disdain
Diesel disdain
I got Hyperdrenaline
The possibilities are far too catastrophic
I didnt mean to hurt no one
I didnt mean to hurt no one
Just one wrong move can push, push, push neurotic
I didnt mean to hurt no one
I didnt mean to hurt no one
I know i have to try
There couldnt be more motivation risk their lives for transportation
But i dont wanna
Aaahhh
Dealing with the
Discord
Driving through the
Discord
Diesel disdain
Diesel disdain
Diesel disdain
I got
Diesel disdain
Diesel disdain
Diesel disdain
I got Hyperdrenaline
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5. |
Rust
02:44
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Foreclosure
Under waning trust
Cardboard soldiers
Kicking pixie dust
Paraphernalia of
Upper crust displays
Nonexistence
Killing rust monets
Come on
Come on
Where are you now
Sick of bleedin out
(You taught me how to drown)
For your dull tapetum eyes
(You taught me die, die)
I hope you breathe longer
(You taught me how to drown)
With "there in spirit" sacrifice
Empty promises
(You taught me how to drown)
The family is just skin deep
(You taught me die, die)
This corrosive cyclone
(You taught me how to drown)
Will mutilate eternally
Water rising
The lighthouse drifts too far
This flare gun
Is worn and out of charge
I shed my armor
I put my fences down
You went straight for the throat
You taught me how to drown
Where are you now
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6. |
VFB
03:05
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State of the world has got you down
On your face a jaded frown
But I know what will cheer you up
Keep it down don’t ask me what
Grab yourself a kitchen knife
Or a hatchet don’t think twice
Gonna go and wage a war and leave these motherfuckers scorned
It’s gonna happen fast take a Molotov glass stick it up their ass don’t let a second pass reckoning has come today and they have nothing to say with their blood we’ll pave a road to our new state
It starts today x4
There’s no turning back now
To your state you disavow
Riots rage and line the streets
That’s just step one bittersweet
Pit them all against themselves
A little angst does them well
Never mind they’re stuck in hell and this won’t end well
It’s gonna happen fast take a Molotov glass stick it up their ass don’t let a second pass reckoning has come today and they have nothing to say with their blood we’ll pave a road to our new state
Is this what you wanted the glory days departed go to roads uncharted finish what you started
Is this not glamour don’t look at me and stammer you wanted death and look we fucking brought it
We brought it
We brought it
We brought it
It starts right here the message is clear your action today decides your fate
Your right and wrong are augmented flaws
Your actions decide your path and your aftermath
It starts today x4
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7. |
Mosh
01:51
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MOSSSSSSHHHHH x4
Eatin' ass in the pit
Stage dive suck some dick
Get crazy flash your titties
Fucking sick get litty
(Repeat)
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8. |
Red Flag
05:55
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It starts right there
A searing glare
Tension in the air
And you feel scared
You feel despair
Can’t escape anywhere
The stabbing looks
It’s by the books
You lock eyes
As you run by
He gives you a smile
Inside you die
You wanna cry
Or run and hide
Here he comes
Looking snide
It’s a red flag
Inside your head
Popping up now
Don’t wanna be dead
Fight or flight
It’s on tonight
Pull out a knife
Give him strife
It’s A Red Flag
Fight or flight
It’s on tonight
One wrong move
And he’ll be dead on sight
He brings you a drink
Or two I think
Let down your walls
Forget his flaws
He invites you back
To stay the night
Liquored Up
You agree, no fight
That’s all when
It starts to turn
Put it on pause
Or you’re gonna get burned
He has no sense
That’s alright I guess
You pass the digits
Forget the feelings
It’s a red flag
Inside your head
Popping up now
Don’t wanna be dead
Fight or flight
It’s on tonight
Pull out a knife
Give him strife
It’s A Red Flag
Fight or flight
It’s on tonight
One wrong move
And he’ll be dead on sight
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9. |
Casual Conviction
04:20
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People talkin
I still feel them
From beyond this rusting cell now
Their thoughts
Tearin up my head
Through my aching head
Handcuffed I lay
Stuck to my grave
How will you look me in the eyes
When we meet again
When we meet again
Will the judge remember my name
Will the jury remember my name
Will the people remember my name
Will God remember my name
My name
People talkin
I still feel them
How could you know
Know
Know
What was in my head
You aimed right for the neck
60 years I
Bled for remission
After you tried to hide your sins from the sun
Did you repent
Did you even try to repent
How do you feel looking down from your pedestal like a vulture flying above a cemetery
Your proud work lying obediently before you, the picket crosses staking your claim
Left eye twitching like a starving wolf avidly seeking it's next prey to save from its own path
Holding a clean face while your fangs marinate in blood
Will the judge remember my name
Will the jury remember my name
Will the people remember my name
Will God remember my name
My naaaaammmeeee
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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
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Killer album from a great local band.
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