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The Purpose
02:37
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The explosions of bombs
And the screaming of men
Blood splashed pavement
Anarcho-sound machine
Obliterated ostriches
Lions loose in zoos
Mothers are panicking and
You should fucking too
Your children are quarry
My vision of this day
Molotov cocktails
Hurled into their face
Unleash the beast
Turn the psycho on
Primary purpose
We give zero fucks!
The purpose is the final act
The hair raised on your neck
The purpose is the final thing
You do when you're attacked
Shed your wool
Spirit dead sheep
The purpose is a burning church
The purpose means you’re free
Car bomb parade
Sexual and crazed
I wanna see some blood
And eyes a-crazed
Naked and in flames
Crawling up the walls
Every motherfucker
Every coffin town
Terror shrieks only
Turn us on
Sprint for your life
The purpose is our call
AR-15s and lingerie
Take em out back
And shoot em in the head
RIGHT NOW!! BRIGADE!!
All love to the brigade!!
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2. |
Be Your Own God
02:09
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I believe you are infinity
A torch, a pyre, insanity
Human nature is a cold
Descending like the ashes
Of Chernobyl
Impending soul mortality
Bear witness to the tragedy
Ripping claws inside my chest
Can’t waste another breath
Chalk lines where future lies
The past is wonton gravity
This moments’ your last moment
Don’t let 'em hold you back
Live for today
Nothing to miss
Be your own god
Dead humanist...
The current seeks to overtake
Your boots...cement
The fraud police
Fucking you like fools
A debt, a bet
Waste the waste that’s wasting you
Destroying what’s destroying you
Curse the song, the vapid verse
You’ll never be enough
Rise above, obliterate
Living with intensity
So when death comes knocking
There’s nothing left to take
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3. |
Murder Party
04:07
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So your name is Courtney Murder
Queen of the scene
Bright red mohawk, Dr. Martens
Studded leather screams
Like a bat in the dark
Moth to flame
Great white shark
Pursing lips of hungry bloodlust
Cause then you’ll see that she
Drinks in the morning
Til the sun goes down
Everybody MURDER PARTY!
Tell the girls downtown to
Bring drugs, guns, and knives
Cigarettes, feeling fine
Everybody MURDER PARTY!
We are the night
Boston Mike and Squirrely (Oi!)
Two fisting beers
Went to town to tomahawk and
Bought a keg of fear
Oh the townsfolk, oh they mourned
Like the guns on Veteran's Day
13 people missing breakfast
But the judge still says that they
The one true love is chaos
Fire in our land
In the backyards, fireworks
Blowing off our hands
And we live by the night
Fading out, losing sight
Whole world stacked beyond against us
But soon they’ll see that we
We are the night!
We are the night!
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