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Bitter Soul
01:20
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Lost in fear, Eclipsed by doubt.
Constant trails
Left with nothing but the memories
Full of aggression.
Vindictive, bitter soul. A broken mind has no control.
Acquisition of reality, left alone to die.
In a state of regression observe the notion of content.
Vindictive, bitter soul. A broken mind has no control
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Primitive Destruction
02:56
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Blinded by illusion.
A rattlesnake is the same color as the leaves
We’re all blindsided; A pack of wolves led by sheep.
There is no one coming to save us.
No illusion of a hero.
Stepping on each other for higher positions has always been a primitive mission.
There is no one.
You walked with the reapers, now you’ll burn with the saints.
Follow me
Follow me to an eternal sleep, creating a war we’re slaughtered like sheep.
We’re tearing ourselves apart from the inside out.
Primitive Destruction
No Friends, No Enemies, No Strangers, No Family
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Mental Suicide
01:35
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Staring down the barrel of a loaded gun that I’m pointing at myself.
Standing in my own way, no one to call for help.
How can I trust anyone, when I don’t trust myself?
I am my own worst enemy.
Fear in my eyes,
Shock on my face,
Disgust in my words,
I’m a disgrace.
No matter what I do I’m setting myself up to lose, setting myself up to fail
I’m setting myself up, setting myself up for failure
Setting myself up, setting myself up to lose.
Staring down the barrel of a loaded gun pointed at myself.
Mental Suicide.
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Bed of Nails
03:35
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It’s like I’m lying on a bed of nails, slowly watch my confidence quell
Sleeping with my back on this knife as my imagination dies
How much more pain can I inflict on myself for this simple high?
It’s torturing my body, torturing my mind
Can I profit from this suffering? Cutting my skin.
Mutilating, torturing, corrupting, tearing my skin apart at the seams.
Can I profit from this suffering? Torturing, Corrupting,
Lying on a bed of nails for eternity.
This is my deathbed. Where I lay my head.
Surrounded by everyone I’ve hated.
Take your knife, let me lie.
Take your knife, let me die.
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Frostbite
03:03
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The ice in my veins match the chill in my words.
Fire in my voice, breaths stain the frozen air.
Frostbite consumes my body, leaves me cold and stranded
No warmth, no hope, no control of my actions
It rains inside my head, fucking hails inside my head
It snows inside my head, frostbitten ‘til I’m fucking dead
The ice in my veins match the chill in my words.
I’m nothing but a cold-hearted bastard.
Freeze my mind, right my wrongs.
Imprisoned in ice is where I belong.
Frostbitten.
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March of the Dead
02:23
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Eyes forward! March!
Leading ourselves into death.
A battle we cannot win.
Forced into slavery.
Lobotomized. Forced to learn.
Creativity is castrated.
Following a flawed system.
Failing and outdated.
We are soldiers born to fight.
Brainwashed for human right.
Fixed thoughts inside our heads.
This is the march of the dead.
This war eats away at our flesh.
We will march to our deaths.
March on. March on.
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SUFFER LIFE Madison, Alabama
Huntsville, AL
Vocals - Ryan Ducker
Guitar - Micah Whitaker
Bass - Mathew Meyer
Drums - Cyrus Patel
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