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On the Decline
01:16
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I'm scared routine will drag me down.
I see the same old faces when i drive through town,
Like restless ghosts they beckon me,
To blend into the scenery.
Wasting my time on the decline.
Somehow the years keep dragging by,
And I can't help but wonder why,
This town feels like a hangman's noose,
But no one's gonna cut me loose.
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2. |
Martyr Complex
01:20
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You think the fucking world's against,
Everything you represent.
A way of life you live and breathe,
And fucking wear it on your sleeve.
Gorged yourself till you were full,
Confron-fucking-tational,
Attitude you never had,
Before you caught on to the fad.
You act like it's your duty to provoke,
And then you wonder why you're treated like a joke.
I cant wait to see the look on your face,
When someone finally puts you in your place.
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Last Laugh
01:10
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Couldn't stand to watch and learn.
Now it's beyond the point of no return,
Still you show no concern.
They're gonna have the last laugh,
You're caught in the trap - last laugh.
Keep looking up at the screen,
It'll wipe your conscience clean.
Slice like a guillotine
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4. |
Force Fed
01:15
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Outside they prey on me,
Sink their claws right into me.
They're inside, inside of me,
Down my throat till I can't breathe.
Lurking around every turn,
They won't relent until I learn,
To bow my head, accept my fate.
I've been force fed and it's too late.
Take your medicine like a man,
A lethal dose, generic brand.
I've taken all I can.
Outside they prey on me,
Sink their claws right into me.
They're inside, inside of me,
Down my throat till I cant breathe.
I'm speeding down streets of doom,
The money trees are in full bloom.
This hell is lined with billboard signs.
You make me wish that i was blind.
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5. |
Execution Style
01:21
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I'm so damn close you can feel my breath,
Not a day goes by I don't plot your death.
And every day it's getting worse,
Haunting me just like a curse.
Now it's just a matter of time,
You're driving me out of my mind.
A shot goes off inside my brain,
Every time I hear your name.
You linger in the air I breathe,
I can feel you crawling up my sleeve.
You even haunt me in my sleep,
Turned me into a fucking creep.
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6. |
Your Worst Nightmare
02:11
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I'll be the skin of your teeth,
I'll be the tag on your toe,
I'll strike you with grief,
I'll be your fatal blow.
I'll be your wounds undressed,
I'll be the knock on your door,
I'll be your dying breath,
When you can't take any more.
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Bridge Nine Records Boston, Massachusetts
Started in 1995, Bridge Nine is a label that specializes in hardcore punk, with close to 300 recordings in our catalog. Check us out and keep an eye out for updates!
