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Terrified
07:17
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I’m terrified of everyone I see
The streets a noose around my neck
If I was paid for every stare I’d never work again
If looks could kill I’ve died a million deaths
If you’re trying to break my heart you will succeed
The Hostile Environment in full effect
And there’s a violence in the air these days
A squalid pall that hangs like smog
Years of stale air
Stain the world grey
And there is no longer a need for heralds
Warning of the end times
That they’ve arrived is writ on every face
Disillusion and despair
The flavour of the age
Last screams of a dying sun
Giving up is all the rage
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Possessed By hate
05:22
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I am possessed by hate
For myself and the choices that I make
Inebriated states
Where I always seem to make the same mistakes
I am possessed by hate
For this world and the systems it sustains
Incorporated states
That never learn, and will never, ever, change
This life breeds a limbo state
Monotony and repetition interspersed with
insincere connection
Just enough to satiate the will the death
An easy form of self-destruction
Laid out to bleed us dry of every drop of strength
As we take the path of least resistance
Numb the pain of your face being ground against the pavement
Have 10% off and a Christmas party
Dig your own grave pig
Put money into a retirement fund you’ll never get to use
You won’t last that long
The toil is unending
Only three escapes: Fiction, delusion, or death
Two of them are the same
Build your own prison
Wrap the belt around your neck
I am possessed by hate
For myself and the money that I make
The cup from which we all partake
Hold your nose shut and drink the kool aid
I am possessed by hate
For myself and the thoughts I can’t erase
I am a scab to be ripped off
A walking accumulation of mistakes
I am possessed by hate
For this life and the evil it sustains
Incorporated states
That never learn and will never ever change
Take the path of least resistance
Numb the pain of this miserable existence
Have 10% off and a Christmas party
But the party never comes
You’ll never get to use that retirement fund
The toil is unending
You won’t last that long
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All Tension, No Release
05:13
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Spread too thin
Whole body’s a frayed edge
I can’t keep doing this I can’t keep doing this
I can’t keep doing this I can’t keep doing this
The task its own reward
At least I’m kept distracted
Time to rest is time to think
and I want none of this
My batteries not enough
External validation gives diminishing returns
And in speed I cannot trust (any longer)
I can’t keep doing this
It’s all too fast
How many beats are left inside
my frantic aching chest
I count them as I sink
Into the sweat of my unwashed bed
Exhausted by the world and turned
From giddy child to nervous wreck
The drone goes on for hours
Burning like the dawn
The drone goes on for hours
I lie awake and count mistakes
The drone goes on for hours
Competing with my thoughts
The drone goes on for hours
The drone goes on for hours
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Can't Keep Doing This
03:17
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Spread too thin
Whole body’s a frayed edge
I can’t keep doing this I can’t keep doing this
I can’t keep doing this I can’t keep doing this
The task its own reward
At least I’m kept distracted
Time to rest is time to think
and I want none of this
My batteries not enough
External validation gives diminishing returns
And in speed I cannot trust (any longer)
I can’t keep doing this
It’s all too fast
How many beats are left inside
my frantic aching chest
I count them as I sink
Into the sweat of my unwashed bed
Exhausted by the world and turned
From giddy child to nervous wreck
The drone goes on for hours
Burning like the dawn
The drone goes on for hours
I lie awake and count mistakes
The drone goes on for hours
Competing with my thoughts
The drone goes on for hours
The drone goes on for hours
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Miserably Awake
03:49
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Miserably awake
And you, sleeping softly beside me
Rubs salt in the wound
How many mistakes
Have led me to this place?
Wrong fork in the road, over and over
A steel bar through my own spokes
Leave the handlebars behind me
This crash is of my doing
Salt in the wound as I spiral
Miserably awake
And you
Sleeping softly beside me
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Violent Disgust
06:26
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I will never love myself the way you can
The damage done
The body formed all wrong
And I will never be at home in myself
The way you can
My worth only ever in spite of what I am
And if only I’d have known
10 years ago
That would have left me time to change
But now
All that’s left for me is
VIOLENT DISGUST
All I want to do is self destruct
Violent disgust
Only way I see myself
Violent disgust
Staring back at me in
Violent disgust
Violent disgust
VIOLENT DISGUST
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Have Mine
05:43
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I would hold you every waking hour
All I need is your embrace
A single word enough to make my day
And I never sing about love
But I’ll make an exception in this case
And I’m sorry that I’m out of practice
I’ll get better with time
If you’ll have mine
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Eggy Tapes Bristol, UK
DIY tape label
Extreme and experimental music by lovely people
Tapes available to order from our website
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