1. |
Trash Fed
03:37
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Rip these roots
From the ground
Scar the earth, strip it down
Throw us aside
Feed us lies, blind us
Feed us trash in your mask
Keep it down, wear your crown
Eat us alive
Feed us lies, eat us alive
Sell this poison as the cure
Thrown aside we have no worth
Feed us all our lives
Eat us, no more life
Give up all your ties
No more sense in life
Lies, no more lies
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2. |
Old Friend
02:01
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Old friend
I take that back
You say
It's not that bad
How can it be clear
When you won't let go
How can you know
When we say no
The worst of us is all in you
You are the worst of us
Time makes all things clear
Take what you want
Blame who you can
You are just a man
Silence breeds sick fucks with no control
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3. |
2000 Doubts
03:51
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4. |
House and Home
02:30
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One eye is open
The other is shut
I've got the mind of a biter
And the mouth of a slut
Second rate
Couldn't wait to run
And catch a big bouquet
Take a picture it might last
With my mouth filled with salt
I put my lips over yours
Body's real mean and my heart's full of sores
My bouquet is second rate
She wouldn't go cause
Something's wrong with house and home
Give us all of your light
Give us all of your life
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5. |
Chores
02:03
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I'll grind these teeth down
These stumps, they still work
I'll suffer how I can
Empty I'll join these ranks
Absent from this post
With no intention to desert
My neck's been broken
But my spine still works
You say we're earning something
I'll guess we'll disagree
AWOL
I kept a small part hidden
The sharpest piece of light
When you burned down all these bridges
I rebuilt them overnight
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6. |
Waste
02:34
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Waste
Spit it right at the clock
Waste
Bitter piss, lemon rot
Jesus christ
How did this become my life
Sacrifice, so early
Waste
Miscalculate
Bitter brine, this lemon life
Medicate
When did this become my life
Sacrifice, so early
Waiting, wanting, needing
A change to get out of this grind
Sleeping, feeding
A change to get out of this life
Struggle in the right direction
Just to break free from this life
I shouldn't have to get on my knees
Get back in line
Beg for your time
Your time is mine
Wait till you're dead
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7. |
Long Memory
03:52
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They say we're killers
That's all we've got
They got it wrong
Hiding in their homes
Built by our own
They know what's best for us
High on their hill, gilded over
Keep looking down on us
Forcing their will
Rip the joy from their lives
Set the hills on fire
Make those bastards pay up
Deny us
You sold us poison
To stop our hunger
So now we'll trade your blood for water
We'll take it back in blood
Burn this down
Wear the crown
Make them pay
Their ashes will rest where they lie
Racists, facists, kingdoms, empires
It is so imperial
Watch it burn, empire drowned
We won't pray over your body
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8. |
Diamond Thighs
02:15
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Oh I tried
Tried to fix
Fix my body
But it's never good enough
Never small enough
Tried to eat this pile of shit
From your sick and dirty hands
And now I need something sweet to eat like a pig
Cause I mind
No I don't
Want to fix
Diamond thighs
Give me something sweet so I can eat it like a pig
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9. |
Head Down
01:56
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You look the part
But you don't mean it
Head down, do the work
And no one needs it
Bought in
I paid mine
We see through you
Why have this life
Day in, day out
Always without
You'll never have it
Look at what I got
Never have it
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10. |
Valley of Fire
04:36
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Crooked path left behind
Dry, cracked plains
Starved grass sways
Grey ocean
Bleed against the yoke
Splintered and rotten
It's all they've ever known
Swollen black tongues beg
Chapped lips scream
Drink only burns
No solace
Take what you can
Left behind, alone
Calloused hands slack
Over the pass
Into the flame
Everyone left behind
Everyone left to die
Valley rise in flame
The wind will carry fire, and it dries the plains
Valley dries the plains
No tears will drown your sorrow, and it dries the plains
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Hair Puller Portland, Oregon
All hair pulling should be consensual hair pulling.
"Hair Puller is probably closest to
the original blueprint [of sludge] — combining the claustrophobic noise rock of Unsane with the riffy sludge of middle-period Melvins to create a caustic cocktail of hate."
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