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1. |
The Light At The End
02:48
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Staggering out from the tunnels
Mindless mass terror ensues
Subway psycho panic erupting
The flesh from the bone starts to ooze
The light at the end
You try to pretend
The fear in your mind racing higher
A beast takes control
Devours your soul
To quell its sanguine desire
From the other side of the darkness
Far beyond your wildest dreams
A surreal disorientation
Awake to the sound of the screams
Slaughtered in the bathroom stall
Spray painted on the station wall
Doors are shut no one can leave
The average mind can not conceive
Such vile and sadistic acts
The train careening down the tracks
Down the tracks
Predatory
A morbid gore fixation
In the subway tunnels lurks a vile abomination
Vicissitude
Ecstasy achieved through a bite
To live a life eternal, a disciple of the night
Tonight's the night
The shadows seem to be crawling
Death sings a sweet lullaby
The face of all earthly creation
Unseen to the earthly eye
A beast in the night
A horrible sight
Eternal euphoria
Is achieved through a bite
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2. |
Poser Stew
02:19
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We're preheating the oven
We're making sure it's hot
We're rounding up these losers
Gonna throw them in the pot
Adding in some veggies
And bring it to a simmer
Some garnish on the plate
Then we ring the bell for dinner
Poser stew
It's a poser fondue
We'll crack you like an egg if you ain't down with the crew
You got a carabiner clip, beard, and flannel on tight
But we don't need no lumberjacks
in the mosh pit tonight
Poser stew
A poser barbecue
We'll flatten these dudes like a pizza when they try to come through
I see you got a tiki torch and some white privilege rage
But we don't want no racist pigs diving off of the stage
Poser flambé
It's a poser soufflé
We're serving up these wimps like a Chinese buffet
I see you got a hackeysack and a beer bong in your hand
Did you mistake The Donner Party for the Dave Matthews Band?
Poser calzone
A poser minestrone
You haven't showered in a month but you own an iPhone
You got a Discharge back patch and some lice in your hair
But you live in your parents mansion in Upper Montclair
A dash of your singer's lame vocal distortion effect
Add a teaspoon of you zine and your noise side project
Your indiscernible logo make the recipe complete
The stew is ready for consumption but it tastes pretty beat
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3. |
Mondo America
03:16
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Sweat shops slaving for their bosses
Freaks in sheets burning crosses
A trillion dollar deficit
Sex deviants devouring shit
Priests raping boys upon the altar
Gun violence never seem to falter
No taxes for the billionaires
Millions homeless, no one cares
Beyond all comprehension
Sicker than any splatter flick
God shed his grace on thee
Mondo America
Turmoil and desperation
Atrocities that will make you sick
From sea to shining sea
Mondo America
News media reporting fiction
A plague of opioid addiction
Borders locking kids in cages
Girls turn tricks to earn their wages
Police killing unarmed folks
Our climate crisis deemed a joke
Cults worship alien gods
Kids eating detergent pods
It's a dog's life
It's hard to conceive
But things just keep getting way worse everyday
I'm apathetic and clinically depressed
That's seems to be the American way
Just look around
We're taking for granted shit that would leave most other cultures aghast
So fly the flag for the home of the depraved till we're all destroyed by a nuclear blast
So long
Divide and kill and stand apart
Not for the weak willed or the faint of heart
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Mung
00:48
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Brush'em if you got'em
Your teeth and your tongue
A deadly halitosis
A mouth full of mung
Mung
An appalling stench assaulting my nose
You closing your yap is what I propose
Maybe try a tic tac, some gum, a mint
I'm passed out from the stench, cant you take a fucking hint
Brush 'em if you got 'em
Brush 'em if you got 'em
Mung
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5. |
Twice Dead
02:55
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There is a house in town you should not go inside
Step one foot in the door you won't come out alive
The owner died there in grief and misery
His ghostly reflection in the mirror you will see
Twice Dead
The walls bleeding red
Twice Dead
Beware where you tread
Your gang of squatting punks won't survive through the night
Electrocuted in the bed while fucking in delight
Head crushed in the dumb waiter, a peril to your health
Killed by your motorcycle when it starts up by itself
The spirit is restless
You hear the ghostly call
Whispers of vengeance
From these cursed walls
Dancing in the dark
Future uncertain
Shotgun in your mouth
The final curtain
The prophecy of history repeating
The chance of your survival now is fleeting
Or you may end up Twice Dead
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Razor Sharpe
02:11
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Iron Mike Sharpe was a squash match king
But he drew some decent heat when he'd step in the ring
Though most of his matches would end in defeat
He billed himself as Canada's Greatest Athlete
The brace on his arm would worry the referee
He'd say that it was there due to an injury
The ref would ring the bell and much to his chagrin
Mike would produce a foreign object once the match would begin
(chorus)
Razor Sharpe x2
He was managed in the early days by Captain Lou
At the end he tagged with Gilberg for a match or two
From the brutal forearm smash you may remember the man
He wrestled heel with Hogan in Nagoya, Japan
The boys in the back called him Mr. Clean
J.J. teamed him with The Spoiler, Mr. Don Jardine
He pinned Boris Zhukov at the King Of The Ring
I loved to tune in and watch Iron Mike doing his thing
(repeat chorus)
The iron man you know the pedigree
No juice, just abuse at nearly 283
From Japan to the Garden on the road back and forth
He's was the legendary brawler from the Great White North
Best watch your back, you're left unconscious and limp
He went berserk on Piper's Pit when they called him a wimp
So beware the hammer because when it swings down
You might just find yourself vanquished, shoulders pinned to the ground
Injured arm
Do you harm
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Irrational meanderings are stabbing at my brain
I'm here to entertain you, why'd you have to be a pain?
Encircled like a pack a wolves, I feel them getting near
Annoying adulation makes me wanna disappear
Step away from me before I blow my top
You've been talking for an hour and I'd like it to stop
Like sharks detecting blood I see them drawing near
I wish I could be like Goober now and just disappear
Gross encounters of the nerd kind
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8. |
Metal Mallitia
02:43
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Hey dude lets round the crew up and head out to the mall
It's dimly lit but rad as shit we're sure to have a ball
Play Gauntlet 2 and Dragon's Lair inside of the arcade
Steal quarters from the fountain cause I'm broke till I get paid
One Nine Eight Seven
Man I love this place
Free samples in the food court
I'd love to get a taste
One Nine Eight Seven
Adventures abound
Up and down the escalators till they shut the power down
Grab batteries for my Walkman inside Radio Shack
Some grub at Hot Dog On A Stick, a great place for a snack
Now Tape World or Sam Goody is always a safe bet
To cop the latest D.R.I. or Murphy's Law cassette
Come with me there's a place we can go
A place where adventures are abound
There's no need for a map or a compass
There's bound to be one in your town
You can see from the directory
This place is like Pandora's Box
Grab a patch or pin for your battle vest
Or a poster of Samantha Fox
So shop
We skateboard down the hallways, where no one would suspect
Eat nachos watching Freddy 3 inside the multiplex
A stack of horror VHS, I need to get my fix
I see Poison shirts and spandex, let's go hit on some chicks
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9. |
Shit Show
01:18
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Some locals sold the most so we gotta go on first
This is a shitshow, not another shitshow
No matter what we do man it's like we're fucking cursed
The pay scale is a tad low, welcome to the shitshow
Don't matter if your hardcore, skinhead, punk, or thrash
This is a shitshow, not another shitshow
If you suck you can be awesome if you've got the fucking cash
Oh no, looks like another shitshow
Some momo wants to fucking count dough
Hey bro, where did the glory days go?
Hell no, can't take another shitshow
It could be from the heart or just a total fucking pose
You could be a piece of shit but come out smelling like a rose
I don't mean to sound conceded, I don't mean to be a jerk
But I'm in this to have fun, these shitheads make it feel like work
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10. |
I'm Not Amused
04:07
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People flap their gums
Talking worthless nonsense
They claim to be devoted to the scene
As time goes by their true nature is revealed
These scumbags must be living in a dream
Spout racist ideals under the guise of unity
I think you must have lost your fucking mind
You call yourself proud and you alienate the rest
Look down on those who are not like your kind
It's close minded bullshit
We're cutting out this cancer from it's source
We're calling you out, exposing your true colors
And then we'll just let nature take it's course
I'm not amused
Just disgusted and confused
I'm not amused
Clear cut hatred and xenophobic views
Man I really find this whole thing a disgrace
I'm trying to keep calm and I'm trying to stay collected
But I'm not above a boot heel to your face
Let's stamp it out quick
We don't need some elitist dick
To go and spread his rhetoric like a disease
I keep an open mind, try not to resort to violence
But in this case their are no guarantees
You try to ruin something great
By preaching all this useless hate
Let me try to make this clear
You're the ones not welcome here
You want to spoil all the fun
By not including everyone
Well let me make this very clear
You are the one not welcome here
The answer is no
So tuck tail and go
Your point of view
It seems askew
Suffice it to say that you and I just simply don't agree
It is what it is and there is no fixing stupid
Not sure what it's gonna take for you to see
I feel I have the moral obligation, to point out ignorance when it's displayed
I won't be complacent while you expound this nonsense
I'm gonna have to rain on your parade
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Lethal Lunch
01:53
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Racing down the highway while scrolling through your phone
James Taylor tunes are cranking but your tummy starts to moan
You spot a fill up station with a Quickie Mart attached
You stop to get some munchies so the hunger is dispatched
You're searching for something
Your pie hole is foaming
A twinkle or yodel won't do
You lurch down the aisles
There's junk food for miles
It all seems to good to be true
A plate full of corn chips
is just what you crave
But the platter is looking quite bare
Then you see the machine
Labeled nacho cheese
And you slather them without a care
You're filling up your gullet with sustenance you found
You start to sweat, you're stomach quakes, you're heart begins to pound
Your limbs are growing weary, blood trickles from your nose
You're crying out in anguish as your throat begins to close
Botulism toxins dissolving your brain
Your head hits the floor with a thud
The scene is quite gross, when you're found comatose in a puddle of nachos and blood
They called in the priest, the outlook is grim
The doctor has declared you dead
You did not survive, you'd still be alive
If you reached for a beef stick instead
Could of just had a beef stick
Should of just had a beef stick instead
You needed a fix
A Zagnut or Twix
Death was far beyond your expectations
A lethal lunch
You did not have a hunch
Condiments were beyond expiration
You're short of breath
Nearing death
Slowly you choke
On your Big Gulp of Coke
A loss of sight
From just one bite
A fatal disease
Liquid cheese
You passed away
Next to the chia pet display
The moral of this story, when hungry on the road
When in a crunch, the lethal lunch is never apropos
No
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12. |
Ancient Terror
03:24
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Silver City USA was a mining destination way back in the day
Some came for silver and some came for gold
A cave in trapped the miners so the stories been told
But something attacked from the bowls of the earth
Murdered many miners, the folklore a curse
Now a dynamite blast has reopened the mine and released the deadly creatures hibernating inside
Ancient Terror
They hunt while you sleep
Ancient Terror
Rising up from the deep
Ancient Terror
In the basement they creep
Beware the Boogens will take your life
A tunnel below links a house and the mine
The inhabitants inside are being eaten alive
You didn't heed the warning, didn't believe the tale
Of the countless missing people being left in their trail
Now no one is safe once the tentacles fly
If you find their lair of bones it's most certain you'll die
You shouldn't have disturbed the catacombs where they dwell
Left you fighting for survival inside this living hell
Beneath the surface the terror awaits
The mine is your final resting place
The caverns muffle your worthless cries
Your bones are picked clean after your demise
A hunger unappeased
Now for countless centuries
They will impose their will
To devour and kill
The screams of terror will wake you
Then the earth will quake and move
and the Boogens will take your life
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13. |
S.F.T.M.A.
00:31
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I like collecting stuff
It makes me really happy
I don't need some corny bitch
To shake her finger at me
It's okay to have some hobbies
And not be a boring guy
Tell me to tidy up
You can go and fucking die
I enjoy lots of clutter but you just don't agree
Because you have no interests or personality
What's the benefit of throwing my stuff in the trash?
You call it life changing magic
I call it shit from the mule's ass
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Open To Suggestion
03:53
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At the risk of sounding antiquated
There's something that I really just can't stand
People worshipping fake celebrities
I'm here to tell you that I'm not a fan
Of these Internet models
Bloggers and influencers
And the "stars" of shit reality TV
Go out and live your lives and
Disregard the rich housewives
Lauded in tabloids and on TMZ
Open to suggestion
Media conglomerates are pissing on your minds
Filling the trough with slop to feed the sheep
Fake tits and asses are like candy to the masses
Designed to put intelligence to sleep
Wasted - Revere
Brain cells - Disappear
Flushed down the drain
You're vying for that fake attention
You're very open to suggestion
To replicate the things you see
On the internet and on TV
YouTube beauticians and auto tuned musicians
Are the people that we hold in high esteem
IQ's deplete as you savor every tweet
It's stupidity taken to the extreme
Your unboxing technique or your sex tape leak are bound to make you a sensation overnight
When some dope from Dr. Phil scores a major label deal
It's plain to see that something isn't right
Wasted - Revere
Brain cells - Disappear
Flushed down the drain
It's time that we disconnect
Preserving your intellect
A crucial task in this age
Idolatry has to end
These people are not your friends
Must free your minds from this cage
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15. |
Serial Thrasher
03:35
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He dives off the stage in a homicidal rage
and thrashes around with a knife
If you jump in the pit
You better watch who you hit
There's a chance that you might lose your life
Off the stage a mule kick
His whole offense is sick
He won't stop until there's blood on the floor
Explodes in the mix
Stabs you with an ice pick
Then leaves right through the exit door
Serial Thrasher
Laughs at the sound of your cries
Serial Thrasher
Loves the sight of fear in your eyes
Serial Thrasher
You tough guys had better beware
Serial Thrasher
Ends your life without a care
An unbalanced man
When he hears a sick band the music makes him lose control
You can tell he's not right
Stalks through the scene at night
His gaze pierces right through your soul
Toss that hairspray away or he'll ruin your day
He can tell if your real or your fake
Travels from town to town
Never sticking around
Leaves a trail of victims in his wake
He lies in wait to seal your fate
His fist clenched tight on the knife
Unleash the beast, you'll be deceased
He's apt to pull the plug on your life
Malicious intent
The definition of a psycho
The music's an excuse to see you die
No remorse
The madman has no moral compass
So pleading for your life's a waste of time
It's just a waste of time
You best beware
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