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Day Eight: Destructioneer Extraordinaire

I know how we talk I know how we work This is hostility, deceiver This is hostility, and you can put it wherever you'd like Amongst the curdled soil in our backdoor bribes Under our strobe-lit crimbes Won't concern me anymore Can't arrest me anymore Wo...

Day Eleven: Threatnurse

Forget about that film That one with the rounds we make With the guns we hold up to the temples we build And from what I recall It ended on a sour note Just like that call where the rug was pulled from underneath you You're not going to last, Mr. axe-gri...

Day Fifteen: Citizenihilist

Get them propped and boxed, and fixed on forced remarks... on haggard glimpse, on a primal blitz, and meet me at the hole where the bodies are dumped in a glistening front yard. smell what i smell, taste what i taste. live the life of bygone bricks in teh st...

Day Five: Garlic Breakfast

Align your devotion Decide on your weapon of choice Whether it be earth, water, wind or fire Bleed true nature forever, however you desire The filters are clogged, nails all rusted over Miles upon miles of deliverance scenarios With everything taken for...

Day Four: Collapse and Marathon

Saw the price tag you put on your eyes and ears And watched as you sold your mouth for the lifestyle of a saint You got on your caps and buried your mug in that hole It's always the ones with the most cracked driftwood imaginations That buy into the thicke...

Day Fourteen: Pulse Mavens

Saw him get his death march on.... saw him light the aisles with hidden handjobs sheltered from the masters' baiting crowns. in overzealous crowds. in undernourished sounds. i know what you want, grey wanderlust. you want to walk into each and every room and...

Day Nine: Hollow Factory

What's it like eating that lunch? Feasting on that wrecking ball So, you've got some roles to reverse and some Polaroids to bake into your mold It all functions on the same timekeep Just like we breed Below the radar Under that fucker This is your testa...

Day Nineteen: Fucking Viva

So, in the rivers float your modern times and alpha death decree With it's fingers locked into the scum of the shore Where the nihilist baptised a bastardized yesterday The enders ran along outside the streams waved to death and signed release forms to bot...

Day One:Insomniawesome

Put on your mask Put on your gloves We're heading out We're going down Drowning Draining Blazing This feast is the feast of the rabid When all the sheep's blood washes off the wolves It'll haunt you all It'll fuck us all Keep you running and roaming...

Day Seventeen: Wafers and Wine of Sandblast Times

There were smelling salts that day, and she was like him was like them was like us, holding plagiarized decisions based off backlogs of survival tactics in another phone booth founded on shattered glass and traffic stops. and every one of those corner dives ha...

Day Sixteen: The Iconflict

Where they cast the cults was where we dripped our walking sticks and we bit the suits of armor draped on every boneless body bound stripped and singed, so ride us in. all they ever had to say was, "madam / sir, please take care of the ones that never set a...

Day Ten: Swine Into Silk

None of this sounds right to me So, let them come and get me for this For fucking saying it They know where we all live as it is So fuck it Come and get me Try and fucking find me We're no secret I'd rather be a blade in the face of a hunter than anoth...

Day Thirteen: The Protest Hour

Panic, what the fuck did they to do you? with false alarms, with bulletins, and death cards calling out the murder suits? someone, anyone... give the tremor his morning walk and buckle in the faulty legs of every faith in tyrant talk. stencil on the window gua...

Day Three: Instant Circulation

Lessons Submissions inept Yeah, I fucking lost them like my teeth Expressions came their blood While the vital lost it's touch Damage You're sweating your growth on a chart? I've seen results from emergency room jaunts Yeah I fucking lost them Just li...

Day Twelve: All Hands On Medic

Maybe the bombs look better from where you're standing Maybe the chronic fatigue and lifeless noon-times Are something you've been waiting for But I don't see it like that Taking harm for health and blood for tolls Your three piece isn't war paint And yo...

Day Twenty: Flesh and Below

send them in so we can sell the souls they've held so tight and drug them hard and knock them out so they can make it through the night we'll brand our names on security codes on crosses to bear and on unsettled homes bury all our sacred wolves and burn al...

Day Two: They Followed The Scent Of Jihad All The Way To The Thieves Paradise (We Will Bring Our Riot To The Courtyard Of The Cunt Heir To The Throne)

It's alright, I'll sit this out...and see how bad you fuck your virgin voyage Kiss the blood on the back of your hands, and lick the necks for the water you've spilled Are you ready to fall? Ready to break? I've never told you, but I've been changing the l...

Digital Dogs With Analog Collars

I haven't slept in shifts Vexed and wrecked like the print you infect Diligent Honest Aside from that, we've got some points to discuss They involve you in that furnace Me in this program And Mary in her hotel room waiting for the drill to drop Hang yo...

Feedin' the Charlatans

"We're Back!!!!" All your life have been living lies Locked inside your false paradise Your problem is you're too blind to see You have false illusions of being free Catch up on reality You're living in a dream your mind is twisted, Nothing is what it...

Fucked As Punk

You and I We're cut from a different soap than the rest We got wreck in our fluid and it makes grenades get stuck in the talk We clean our own abrasions Our own decisions While the clan outside that iron curtain still rolls in the mud Maybe it's the ethi...