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Brace for impact!
The human race’s legacy is naught but slaughter,
Bellum omnium contra omnis.
A legacy of persecution is our center of gravity.
There is no hidden history,
The human race’s nature is plain to see:
Each unexplored horizon, one more potential colony.
Remaking the world in our image.
Engaging Operation: British.
Death from above to our masters.
Flip the script and grind the bastards down.
Death from above to our masters and their supremacist sympathizers:
Population galvanizing, blood and soil just piss and shit,
Evaluating all for its worth,
Making sure there’s no heaven on earth,
Unrepentant, one in their pride.
That’s why we drop the colony.
[Chorus]
Drop it.
You’re goddamn right; tonight we make the colony drop.
Let’s show them what we’re made of,
Let’s show them what we’ve got.
You’re goddamn right; tonight we make the colony drop.
Now show me what you’re made of
Now show me everything you’ve got.
Brace for impact!
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2. |
Remade
04:01
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Half a chance, half a prayer.
No life left to lead.
Put in irons without cause.
Railroaded to bleed.
Flesh fused with machine.
Butchery without seam.
Here in the punishment factory,
You suffer under the blade.
Here where the sentence is handed down,
You will be remade.
Steel and steam, soil and sweat,
Concrete overhead.
Toil and ache, work and break,
Just to be repaired.
[Chorus]
Identity redefined.
Joint ligaments realigned.
Basic dignity denied.
Remade over and over.
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3. |
Stand Against The World
02:58
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One hundred fists, one thousand miles an hour.
Pugilists with supernatural power.
How bizarre, we’re burning platinum like a shooting star.
D-beat adventure.
One hundred hits against the vampire’s kiss.
Crusading with the Major Arcana.
You know we never buckle;
We’re bursting through endless blockades with bloody knuckles.
[Chorus]
Brothers and sisters in arms, we stand.
Fighting hand to hand, we stand.
Brothers and sisters in arms, we stand.
Fighting hand to hand, we stand against the world.
It’s a D-beat adventure.
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Supplicant
03:46
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Pale traveler from a distant star,
Well-met upon your arrival.
Requiring my body for pleasure,
As well as for survival.
Sing this perversion.
I lay me down into this bed of flesh.
Innumerable tentacles now unfurl,
Caress away my uselessness.
Foul proboscis insert.
Flora and fauna invert.
Reproductive system usurped.
Paraphiliac ascendant,
Now spreading over the earth.
Behold the master’s return, forever.
In honor, my body bent to your device,
I offer forth my free will as a human sacrifice.
I’ll be your willing supplicant.
Fulfillment of long-dormant fantasy,
Forevermore entwined, your supplicant I’ll be.
Forevermore your willing supplicant.
[Chorus]
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5. |
The Clockwork Grip
04:04
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A castle full of traps bids you test your fate.
Corridors of blades within its walls await.
Maintaining command over the wasteland.
Where its shadow falls, they keep the knives at hand.
Spikes under trap doors triggered by false locks.
All maps are useless inside this puzzle box.
An endless hall of mirrors. Nonlinear trajectory.
Within the reach of treasure an endless tomb waits for thee.
[Chorus]
Buried knowledge of ages. Aristotle's lost comedies.
Cobwebs entomb the pages, join them now in history.
All before you failed,
Now you will join them.
Inside the clockwork grip,
They lie torn limb from limb.
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Heartfelt
00:55
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Heartwrench
02:45
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I recall the sunrise as if it was weaponized.
Eroticism dressed the stage, and anatomy inflamed.
My judgment was compromised,
But who among us hasn't walked that line,
Just to find every protest thwarted,
And wound up a statistic unreported?
It’s time that I take back control over my soul and my flesh.
I won’t shut up and roll over, I’d rather feel my heart wrench.
My body once done with,
Then came sunset over a sharper world without relief.
Ten years of grinding teeth.
I would have preferred demise.
Instead, I got the rest of my life cast aside and branded a liar.
But I survived.
[Chorus]
And when I see myself nude in the mirror,
Disgusted at the shadow cast by lust,
I know since then that I've become only stronger,
And I vow to set my heart ablaze.
[Chorus]
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Patient Xero
02:45
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A veil of contagion cocoons these silent streets.
Death brought thee flowers, sickbeds and rosaries.
We consecrate each surface, anoint each one with bleach,
And then burn the corpses of those we cannot treat.
The world is less cell structure,
And growing viral load.
In soil called “population,”
A single solemn rose.
My body is a garden,
Where I hope nothing grows.
Patient Xero.
And from the House of Usher,
Our so-called leaders speak.
Unto a nationwide bargain-bin mortuary.
They plan to spend their futures in
Hermetically sealed rooms,
But the best shelter money can buy
Is just an overpriced tomb.
[Chorus]
Sick.
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9. |
The Guillotine
02:09
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I was raised beyond the gates,
Where all they teach is sedition and hate.
Cash money upfront,
Down payments to the country club,
Sports cars and polo shirts.
Taxes drop and nobody gets hurt.
“Play to win, if you know what I mean.”
I think it’s time to bring back the guillotine.
How am I supposed to live my life
When everyone I love deserves to die?
Say your prayers when dinner is served.
The hell we believe in we deserve.
Money changers in their Sunday best.
We’ve cut their fucking heads off for less.
We’ve cut heads off for less.
How am I supposed to live my life?
Everyone I love deserves to die.
Now bring it back.
Bring back the guillotine.
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10. |
Fantasize The Beast
03:48
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The Beast.
Memories of bloodshed.
Memories of towers crumbling.
Rally ‘round the leader.
Rally ‘round a crooked finger.
Party lines and barbed wire.
Grievances that demand relief.
Fantasies of bloodshed,
Sworn now to be released.
We fantasize the beast outside the firelight.
Worship at the altar.
Ego alter; nation falter.
Contingencies, conscription,
Military mass-mobilization.
Party lines and barbed wire.
Documentation now unsealed.
Enemies around us.
Enemies among us now revealed.
[Chorus]
We fantasize the beast inside the heart of man;
The coldest place to hide.
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11. |
(MS-07) The Gouf
04:12
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War is in session.
New ordinance, secret mission:
Precipitate your fall from grace.
Hunted down by the pilot ace.
The Gouf.
Fresh off the assembly line,
Principality’s pride.
Under the command of Ramba Ral,
We’ve come to watch your stronghold fall.
Close-quarters ground combat optimized mobile suit:
The Gouf.
Beta-four heat sword and shield,
Seventy-five tons of Zeon steel.
Five-barrel machine gun hand,
Locked and loaded for the final stand.
The Gouf.
Heat rod with shocking power,
Top speed sixty miles-per-hour.
Design rewarding tenacity.
Massive killing capacity.
Close-quarters ground combat optimized mobile suit:
The Gouf.
MS-07.
The Gouf.
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Colony Drop Seattle, Washington
HIGH SPEED TWIN LEAD.
Lead Guitar (R): B. Burton
Drums: Eric Harris
Lead Guitar (L): Ryan Moon
Bass: Ari Rosenschein
Vox: Joseph Schafer
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