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Intro
00:44
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2. |
Bite
01:01
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Lay my hand on your tongue,
Close your eyes you're fucking no one.
Bite it down,
Bite it down,
Swallow blood,
And your fucking hope.
Veins spit,
Throats break,
Mirror image,
Distate/Disgrace.
Everyday that I'm still breathing,
My stomach twists 'cause I'm not leaving.
Shuffle off,
Shuffle off,
Have you seen the fucking cost?
I'm still sick and fucking hated.
I'll take a number, I'll keep waiting.
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3. |
Guilty
00:33
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Blinded.
Lead into a slaughter,
Too late for objections,
Trial's fucking over.
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4. |
Glass Itch
00:55
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Glass itch in my skin,
Rusty blade let me in.
I'm on my fucking knees again,
Glass itch never ends.
Glass itches never end.
I've got vultures on my shoulders,
They're taking bites,
I'm not getting older.
Growing pressure in my chest,
I'll die the darkest, coldest death.
Darkest.
Coldest.
Know this.
Glass itch.
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5. |
November Violence
01:12
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Wish my mind was fucking open,
Not full of mist and fucking broken.
Twisted dreams in my skull,
Make my days a living hell.
Living hell.
My transgressions are repeating,
I'm lost and my mind's receding.
Power struggles taking hold.
Head is black.
Heart is cold.
I've lost hours,
I've lost minutes.
Given in to fucking sickness.
Tired eyes are getting heavy,
No one here can fucking save me.
I'm so fucking cold.
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6. |
Worth
00:37
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I do not agree.
Breathing smoke won't change me,
Boil my bones,
Hear me scream.
Why won't you just let me breathe?
Alight of eyes I know I'll see,
This world is fucking dead to me.
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7. |
Pressure
00:49
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Pressure.
The skies have changed but I'm not different,
Time healed hearts but I'm still spitting,
Words and lines cos I'm still bitter,
A fucked up child I won't feel better.
(I'm not)
Dealing with this.
(I can't)
Fucking fix it.
(How much)
Will it take?
(Pressure)
I'm gonna break.
I fill these verses with self loathing.
I'll scream and bleed and call it coping.
Pressure's building in my head.
How much longer 'til I'm fucking-
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8. |
Maggot
02:15
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Fucking maggots are all I see,
You don't mean a thing to me.
Blinded by your perfect vision,
Tired of your indiscretion.
We'd call you out but we're not wasting,
Precious time while you're so jaded.
You should rest your fucking tongue,
You're shit defined.
You're worthless scum.
Stand up,
Stand up.
I hope one day you fucking grow up.
You should rest your fucking tongue.
You're shit defined.
You're worthless scum.
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JohnXMcClane Margate, UK
JohnXMcClane is a 4 piece powerviolence band from the South East of England
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