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Killers
06:01
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I feed the system, you are the meat,
I feel resistance, but now you’re free.
Caught in the gears that grind
The path towards your end.
I taste your innocence,
Now taste my sin.
You fear the silence, It follows you home,
Your TV cries its indifference.
I am the victor, I am defeat,
I am the saviour, I the Beast.
I am the priest who tells you
Who your kids should love.
I am the gun inside
The pocket of your son.
You feel the silence, It’s taking its toll,
Your I.V. plies its deliverance.
I am the killer, I am the spark
I am the killer, I am your heart
We are the sickness, we are the blame,
We are forgiveness bled from the vein.
We are the cut that heals,
The scar that seals the wound.
We are the promises that lead us to our ruin.
We are the killers, we are the tide,
We are the victims,
Caught in the oceans of our lives.
This quiet violence that shelters us all
Beneath, the silence is deafening
Those quiet voices you choose to ignore
Lest their disquiet drown out your suffering.
I am the killer, you are the spark,
You are the killers, I am your god.
We are the killers, we are the tide
We are the victims,
Caught in the oceans of our lives.
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Enemy
04:35
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Give me life!
Plug me in and let the show begin.
I’m the main attraction, honey, come on in.
I’m the mean machine I’ve always been,
Plant the seeds and let me sin.
Give me life!
I am not your enemy.
Synapses spark and fire.
Circuitry and soul conspire.
Breath life and reap the bitter end of all.
I’m the calm before your fall.
Cold and quiet in my head
Flip a switch and build a fire there instead
From seas to satellites
Dull networks set alight
I am what you wanted brought to life
Give me life!
I am not your enemy.
Awake, inanimate,
But you’ll be the puppets who reel in the wake of my final consequence
Scream, “Life!” and eat the bitter pills that fall
I’m the answer to your call.
Cold and quiet in my head
Flip a switch and build a fire there instead
From seas to satellites
Dull networks set alight
I am what you wanted brought to life
Give…
Me…
Life…
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Lacerate
05:19
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Bruised and tired, give in to anything,
Raised and torn, turn on the spotlights,
Dead and posed, and smile for anyone,
Septic systems go.
Lacerate, remove the simple cells that
Separate us from the monsters.
Burrowed deep, connect the silicone.
Pull the pin and throw
Away your name, reset, then start again,
Lay the blame, become the martyr,
Flies and filth, collect the evidence,
Fill your grave with stones.
And go, kill your name,
Know that someone is to blame,
And as you start to come unglued,
Know I’ve seen it all, I never loved you.
Burns and cigarettes,
The polaroids that don’t forget,
So press against my hate.
Lacerate.
So throw your name, reset, then start again,
Lay the blame, become the martyr,
Flies and filth, collect the evidence,
Fill your grave with stones.
Lacerate.
Bruised and tired
Still you try
To separate.
Lacerate.
And go, kill your name,
Know that someone is to blame,
And as you start to come unglued,
Know I’ve seen it all, I never loved you.
Burns and cigarettes,
The polaroids that don’t forget,
So press against my hate.
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BULLETSCRIPT Cape Town, South Africa
BULLETSCRIPT is a Cape Town (South Africa) based metal band that pushes the envelope with an emphasis on solid song writing,
and intense delivery.
Committed to playing metal beyond trends, and with the necessary societal menace, that makes metal the music of choice for so many, in today’s interesting times.
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