Seaside Resort to Violence

by Rash Decision

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credits

released September 1, 2014

Written by Rash Decision
Engineered and mixed by Dan Couch at DBS Studios in Plymouth in April 2014

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Track Name: M.R.C.C
You dont know what its like.
Being trapped inside yourself.
I really mean it this time.
I really mean it this time!

I will cut it off.
I will cut my cancer out.
I will kill the poison.
Thats, between my legs.

Grab it by the head.
Cutting through the veins.
Sawing through the nerve.
Moaning through the pain.
Flesh like butter, fist clenched tight.
Blood flowing everywhere, head getting light.
Ill throw this cock into the street.
I dont care who fucking sees.
I dont need It anymore.
I want to Fucking bleed.

My bit----

The deed is fucking done,
I won the race.
My useless cock, was severed at the base.
Dont fucking re-attatch.
I dont want it, I dont need it.
Ever, again, blegh.
Track Name: Boredom
The light's reflecting off these fucking walls
and it hurts my head
when you've got nothing to do
the best option seems to start an old fucking war

try not to listen to my head
all it ever does is make things worse

oi oi oi boredom is the enemy

im so sick of guzzling solpadol
just in an attempt to avoid pain
laziness is a habit if you let it
it kills all motivation

oi oi oi boredom is the enemy

fuck boredom
it kills from the inside out
Track Name: The Cost of My Pride
Opinion can be sewn onto my back
And I know that you’ve got my back
Fuck religion politics and the world
But maintain when you’ve a little girl?

Chorus

All of this time, All of this time it was true
All of these times, all of our times, yeah

SOME. THINGS. ARE. WORTH. THE.COST. OF.Your.PRIDE


Break

I’m not saying I’m not a disciple
But it’s hard to swallow all of it
Some things are worth the cost of your pride
And in a way I no longer have to hide


THE COST OF MY PRIDE
Track Name: Seabiscuit's Revenge
What the fuck / Are you doing to my horse you fucking cunt
Track Name: Dislocate
Searing pain, inside, my bones.
Grinding down, weakening joints.
Crippled again, give me a fucking break.
I've had, as much as I can take.

I will always dislocate. Only then to relocate.

Aged, well beyond my years.
Limbs, separate from my body.
Track Name: Learning Things About the World (part 3)
here we go again, another fucking day.
another fucking moron who is rotting out my brain.

I think of all the bullshit and the things that i have learned
all my dreams and aspirations, will fucking crash and burn.

fuck
Track Name: Ratican
History is fucked,
The rats are in control.
Infecting us with bullshit,
And stealing all we own.

They tricked us into trusting them so they could come and wash our brains and use our trust and ignorance to rape our fucking kids!

Rats, are, in, control.

Never tell a soul,
Jesus will forgive,
Ill damn you to the devil,
If you tell them what I did.

I wont pay for what I did, there’s no fucking consequence, his holiness will protect, the devil made me do it.

Rats, are, in, control
Track Name: Losing The Fight
FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT
LOSE LOSE LOSE LOSE LOSE
BREAK BREAK BREAK BREAK BREAK

I've been beaten and I've been broken

It's always been the same...NO MORE

Breakdown:
I'm gonna, I’m gonna, I’m gonna
Track Name: Bottom Feeder
You are scum.
You steal from me everything that you'll never have.
Fucking cunt.
You deserve nothing but the worst fucking pain.
Stronger than you.
You pathetic piece of human fucking waste.
No means no.
You don't fucking own me and you never fucking will.

You try.
To separate me from my soul.
You will just.
Strengthen mine and lose your own.
Track Name: Cathcart, Robert A
Nothing is over..NOTHING
You just don't turn it off
It's your war
You asked me I did not ask you

I would have been OK if it wasn't for that kingshit cop
I just wanted something to eat but they kept on pushing, sir

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I'm gonna kill em all
I'm gonna kill you
In town you're the law out here it's me so
GET OUT THE TRUCK
Then get to fuck!

nothing is over...NOTHING
Track Name: Protection
I’ll Protect
I’ll Protect
I’ll Protect

I’ll protect the rarest thing in this world
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Justice redundant when faced with circumstance

I’LL PROTECT
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Rubberneckers crossed with confusion
If you can’t read between the lines then burn your books

I’LL PROTECT
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I’ll protect her from all the things in this world…UNTIL THE FUCKING END
Track Name: Gears
Intro
AAARGh
Mercenary trained visions
You Know you can lose control
You wait and pray for your dead


Laugh it up, Laugh it up, you cunt
You’ll never see me TIL IT’S TOO LATE
And the blood that slicks the field IT IS YOURS
The big game’s hopes and schemes SKEWED ON MY BLADE



Yeah/Bleh
Death
Is
Universal


So When you don’t come home, your family wait anxiously
Your photographs grow an inch of dust a day
Theres an empty hole growing deeper with each new night
They’re never coming home and you’ve only yourself to blame
Track Name: Rotted Out
Purple flesh.
Swollen gut.
Rancid air.

Dried out eyes.
Empty head.
Clotted blood.

Rotted out
Track Name: Kobayashi Maru
lyrics by Simon J Sky
Music by RD