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Harmonized Failure
02:34
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Laborcide
03:15
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A passionless existence with false claims of pride and purpose
Production sanz a meaning
In denial, lifeforce drowns
A template never broken
Predetermined to endure the grind
Just rinse, repeat, empty, soulless
A muted sense of mortality renders us hallow cogs with no mission, devoid of urgency, a sheer lack of will to thrive.
Apathy, indiffernence, fills a void left by a decaying vision that's mankind's worth is justified merely by the sweat of his brow
No soul, no goal or impact.. collect your check and fucking die
Our cowardice compliance, condemns us to a fate of laborcide
Squandered, all human potential despite full control, we chose to lock ourselves into a life of meritless repetition, fully aware.of life's finality, we still continue to embrace this needless wear and tare, it wares us down, thoughtless tools without a soul, I hope the pensions truly worth it when the deathbell tolls
All aspirations restrained, behind a wall of forced devotion, a brief reprieve but all drive bled out
(Solo)
All aspirations restrained, behind a wall of forced devotion, a brief reprieve but all drive bled out
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Prey on the Strong
04:25
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Dark days for those who wear the crown
Their false rule is at an end. Eradicated sense of pride, ego humbled stripped bare
Put an end to their little game, defiance their Achilles heal. The slightest taste of our resistance , and watch how quickly the facade dissolves
Just see how quickly that the fear consumes their eyes, when their disguise, gives way to the fragile lamb beneath
Destroy all perceptions of limitation, and choke them out with their own chain of command, the pecking orders just a frail work of fiction, reduce these counterfeit gods into men.
Hierarchies leveled by our Meer denial, expose their hallow existence. Reset it all back to zero, and watch where the chips truly fall.
Assemble the hunters, the plastic kings have had their time, we played the weak for far too long but the charade ends
now, its time..
(To Prey on the strong) incite their due demise.
(Ignite the fall) so only shell's of men remain
(Prey on the strong) with impunity, the imprint they made..fades into obscurity. Their time is no more.
The tyrants sole weapon is empty threats
When held to our fire their laws will be reduced to mounds of ash...and the pyre burns on
(Solo)
Mortal, Flesh, bone, that's all the fuck you are to me
Crown gone, toe to toe, that's how it's fuckin gonna be.
Your times up mother fucker
Line your shot up and take the kill, force the taste of this bitter pill, this lop sided battles fought eye to eye to see their life force drain when they realize the lie, on full display for all to see, once the cowards exposed their reign will cease to be, a plastic empire leveled with the greatest of ease, with six simple words, "you don't mean shit to me"
Your times up motherfucker
Because the hunt for the strong is on
Mortal, flesh, bone, that's all the fuck you are to me
Your times up mother fucker
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An unprecedented path towards change, cleared thru global tragedy, the cracks form exposing all flaws woven thru the fabric of our very existence
A fragile moment of clarity, a fleeting chance at humanities redemption
Just met with with the stare of a blind eye .The moments passed..captive forever..we are, hopelessly indifferent
Preprogrammed compliance Unquestioned trust in a broken process
Self inflicted monotony, wheels turn, time burns, our cowardice to blame.
Desires, locked away in a cage built by our inaction.Total waste of
mortality..wheels turn time burns, there's no one else to blame
Wait it out., a light has been shed on a life of mediocrity, anxious to return to regularly scheduled misery, misfired rebellion, it's on us all
(Freedom calls) no one answered, efforts amount to nil, who gives a fuck the cage is open when the rats are still
(Freedom calls) no one answered, swallow this bitter pill, the chance was blown now accept the hand that we are dealt
Like cowards crumble, choke in the face of change. Man styfilled by man made constructs by self made chains enslaved. Irreplacible breaths were
wasted awaiting the return of the devil we know. Just binged the guilt away on tiger king
(Freedom calls) no one answered, efforts amount to nil, who gives a fuck the cage is open when the rats are still
(Freedom calls) no one answered, swallow this bitter pill, the chance was blown now accept the hand that we are dealt
This hell is on us all
(Solo)
These teachings dealt thru plague
Their lessons costs the lives of millions
The suffering was all for naught
(Misfired) The sacrifice was all in vein
(Dishonored) No meaning given to their pain
(Toothless) Our lack of fight held us in place
Self fulfilled, the prophecy we deserve
Imprisoned, by our own brittle will, now die out in this self built cage
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Suffer/Survive/Persist
04:47
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Cold, rote world..it takes the will to live
Repetition, ingrained mistakes...deafening echoes of failures
Rationale to exist, fades with every step backwards
Cold, rote world..it takes the will to live
Questioning futile persistence
(Caus fuck you that's why)
Defy this scripted demise, each step a battle
Every breath, taken in spite, combat this life with life
Determination devoid of direction, our lack of purpose overwritten by our selfish urge to thrive
A primal instinct, to combat life with life
(Solo)
Birthed into a relentless cycle of strife pain and fear, we trudge like soldiers thru the trenches in this war against existence, of lust for life deprived, innocence is stolen, our only weapon..this deafening voice demanding us to
Suffer, survive, persist
Til our dying breath, we repeat this callous mantra
Suffer(your only option)
Survive (your only choice)
Persist (Reject your demise, you will not cease, exist in spite)
Cold, rote world..it takes the will to live
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Protect the Lie
04:12
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A deadly promise, to a useless rag, a hindering symbol of our disfigured view of truth, with hand on heart we declare our complicity
Somewhere between the red white and blue, lies the hue of guilt
This plot of dirt we call a promised land burial ground for the pawns we parade as free, your lives, our rules, a veil of integrity
Forgoe, identity grind it down, the only way to achieve, the fabled dream, a manipulated form of equality, abandon your culture, shed your beliefs, for your new masters standards they are beneath, it's a code of conduct which all the pawns must comply, but the patriots pledge to deny
Stalemate, the rite to choose, live or die, the new definition of free, in a shameful land where they back the blue while black is kept under knee
(Solo)
Pledge to uphold our authority
advocate for their complete conformity, set the bait for the desperate, they'll come around in time
Channel all your bigotry, masquerade it as integrity, and now the stage I set, a white washed fantasy of equality
Rewrite those cryptic words, reveal our true intent, stand tall, hand on heart and recite loud and proud
"I, protect the lie, historic savagery, contempt and bigotry, wrapped In a cloak of integrity"
"I, protect the lie, historic savagery,
contempt and bigotry, wrapped In a cloak of integrity"
Violence, tyranny, oppression, resides within our walls
Violence, tyranny, oppression
Protect the lie at all fucking costs
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7. |
Reclamation pt.1
02:02
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Anchors of Progress
04:18
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They walk among us, they spread their disease, their poisonous values held in place
Archaic ideals spawned long ago,
arrogant purveyors of loathsome and treacherous past
Useless flesh mounds grown stale over time..there mere existence the world's cruelest crime...a wretched shadow cast
No way but down, only way to break new ground...we must, cast out these anchors of progress
No path to take, only one choice to make
Eradicate the relicts that hold us back
Enslavement by their constitutions and bibles, disciples of invisible men, they speak of peace and delusions of grace, yet abhor those who are not like them
Bound to laws, stoic in their interpretation, we're forced to bend to bygone ways. They drag us further back
into their dark age, desperately they scratch and claw denying long due extinction
Useless flesh mounds grown stale over time..there mere existence the world's cruelest crime...a wretched shadow cast
No way but down, only way to break new ground...we must, cast out these anchors of progress
Only one way out. Only one way to thrive, decimate the antquated
We Purge the relicts. In our wrath they drown
We Purge the relicts...no anchors to weigh us down.
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Purge of Relics Queens, New York
The solo project of Queens/Long Island NY based musician Kenneth Martinez (Three Hippos Deep, JM
Void)
In Sharp contrast to the experimental, Funk Rock and Hip Hop stylings of 3HD and JM Void, Purge of Relics is a dense brick of aggression combining elements of thrash metal, death metal, hardcore, and grind.
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