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900 Minutes
00:46
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Your head is lost in the mountains.
Our eardrums are beaten black and blue.
Hell to me, is 900 minutes with a fucking cunt like you.
Stale piss filling up our lungs, a never ending stream of golden death,
And my hate for you is growing with every laboured breath.
We must suffer. For our art.
I can't take. One more fucking day. With you.
900 minutes of pain.
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2. |
The Martockian
01:14
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Hewn from fucking stone
Unbreakable
Party like an animal
Drowning all your hate & misery
Then your world
Came crashing down
Complacency
And you're never gonna get it back
No...what the fuck is happening?
Now your life's over
And the party has to end
No contingency, no plan B
And then your heart gave out
No respite, no shame, relentless
And then your heart gave out
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3. |
Snakes
01:25
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red runs through the cracks across your brain
I have to make them whole again
lives tripped tied so intertwined and I will try to exhume us and set us free
Suck out the poison and spit it back out Fight for a year, and then kick you out
you nearly killed us the corporate machine
now ive expelled you I finally feel clean
Now ive got this shit back on track and I
can see the light it's just in time for us to regroup and I know we can push through it.
Snakes.
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4. |
Buzzsaw Tomahawk
01:35
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I heard of a man who they say cannot die,
Locals they call him ole buzzsaw.
A titan of vibrating rubber and steel.
The swift hand if justice patrolling the road .
you hear him ride in the dead of the night.
Scouring the highways for miles on end.
Buzzsaw.
I heard he took down a whole gang with a punch.
I heard he could talk to the wolves.
I heard he could smell you from miles away.
And hear your heart beating from inside of ya chest.
his bikes was made by the devil himself.
Forged in a furnace thats 10 miles down.
They call him the phantom, the spectre of speed.
A tomahawk atop a gasoline steed.
Buzzsaw. Tomahawk
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5. |
The Seagull Has Landed
01:29
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Guilty we're a fucking sell out
Waiting for the backlash
But you will never
Grind us fucking down
Fight against the fucking ferment
Splintering against the grain
Oblivious / indifferent
Aggression uncontained
Tear my heart out
And fucking eat it
Cos I don't need it
And I don't feel
My soul is black and fucking undefeated
But in the end
It's never good enough for you
Written off, we're overdue
Knifed in the back again
Tear my heart out
And fucking eat it
Cos I don't need it
And I don't feel
My soul is black and fucking undefeated
iBut in the end
It's never good enough for you
Guilty we're a fucking sell out
Waiting for the backlash
But you will never
Grind us fucking down
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6. |
Glass Cannons
01:46
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Feel it shatter.
You throw a swing with everything you got.
You can't do nothing.
You don't have the guts to get the job done.
Do you feel it brewing up?
Do you feel it in your veins?
Ten ton hammer.
Cracks the ice, it's splitting all around you.
Laugh from a distance.
Every effort made is a fucking waste of breath
I can see it.
I can tell already that you don't have what it takes.
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I. Can't. Stand. One more day.
Get fucked
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8. |
Fuck The Tide
02:00
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I bail out the water every single day
creeping through the rivets
pull and swallow from below
the harder I work, the stronger I get
I am unsinkable. I am the tide.
I choke on phantom limbs til my heart gives out
tighten the halyards, fill the sail
fuck the tide, practise to fail
your ego means nothing here
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9. |
Knocked Loose
02:18
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Never had a chance to have our say. You never fucking won but you took it anyway.
You don't give a fuck about the world, you don't give a fuck about the long fucking term.
People fit for work are dying soaked it tears.
The nhs is crumbling it's been happening for years.
Soon your enablers will be rotting in their graves.
Dooming their granchildren
to future as your slaves
Knocked loose from your place in the line.
Spouting bullshit from another time. / hide away from avoidable war crimes.
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10. |
A Mouth's a Mouth
00:46
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No brain, no standards
Light fuse, stand back
A billion keyboard wielding primates
Abuse / attack
A plague of ignorance
And fucking cowardice
A mouth's a fucking mouth
No brain, no conscience
Your mouth is poison
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11. |
Sick and Tired
01:24
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This life is like a time bomb.
A noose around my neck.
An opened up trap door.
A question mark.
Internal screams echo inside.
A never ending pain of the mind.
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12. |
Salary Man
00:52
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Salary Man, do what I can
Salary Man, every night
Salary Man, another Fight
cream will rise
Salary Man, nomikai
Salary Man, stay on top
Salary Man, Karoshi
I can't fall
A tarmac bedside wants for me
keep pushing furoshiki
I can take the punches
dust myself off
Stretch myself out ahead
suicise or death
I've got this planned out
dust myself off
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13. |
Medium Raw
01:50
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Pulled out of nothing, my life starts now.
Finally a chance not let you down.
You think you have the knowledge not to fail.
But that was all to no avail.
You bleed and you blister in the blasting steam.
You grow tired and sore and bitter and mean.
You lose track of who you think you are.
You cannot see through the scars.
A masterclass in patience and a lesson learned in life.
A year of suffering on the edge of a knife.
You learn to live with the barage of cunts.
Untill the breaking point when you're left with nuthin.
Line is drawn.
Cooked medium raw.
Burned to a crisp.
Forced to grind.
Forced to die
Fuck you all.
A masterclass in patience and a lesson learned in life.
A year of suffering on the edge of a knife.
You learn to live with the barage of cunts.
Untill the breaking point when you're left with nuthin.
Sail away.
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14. |
Strife
02:03
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what do I do all these walls are closing
breathe before I walk in
it's all too much, I can't think straight and I've got too much to do
Strife.
At the end of my tenner
and I've got nowhere to go
blind and circled by timeframes
and still nothing to show
you know
what to do now
what you sowed then
you will reap now
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Rash Decision Falmouth, UK
16 years, 800 gigs and lots of releases.
Cornish fastcore / punk / hardcore / thrash.
www.linktr.ee/rashdecisionuk
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