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Woke War III
06:16
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My mother on her death bed
Was more fun than you all Woking Dead
I loved her, she loved me
And we hated you as a team
Smash our spirits to the ground
Burn our chill dreams in their buds
Toast the self, the hope, the drive
Smoke us out of our lives
The black mass of Woke War III
The black mass of Woke War III
The black mass of Woke War III
The black mass of Woke War III
Red, blood, dead, swarm
The mass grows black like a charm
Drooling, licking, swallowing
The mass wokes up as lard, oozing
Oozing to hell
Your underwhelming theocracy
Spreads the virus of insanity
It resonates loud and clear
With the rule of faith and fear
Nothing outside the Green
Nothing above the Red
Nothing against the Green
All hail the Church of the Woking Dead
All hail the Church of the Woking Dead
All hail the Church of the Woking Dead
All hail the Church of the Woking Dead
Blood red swarm dead
Woking up dead
Already dead
Dead
Why don't you stay dead
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Church Of Zero
06:44
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He/ro of the zero
Angel of the schizo
Breathing fire and brimstone
Screeching in the megaphone
In the name of God
In the name of Cold
It leads the pack
Of the woking dead
It drives them back
To the caves, unfed
Naked, numb, at the mercy
Of the world and its beasts and their fury
Because Cold is the new God
You are the carbon
They want to reduce
To extract more juice
Cold is the new God
Cold is the new Green
Green is the new Queen
And Cold is the new God
Lay down your soul to God and Queen
Church of Zero Watt
Church of Zero peace
Church of Zero wit
Church of Zero heart
Church of Zero life
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The heads are bumbling
Those heads of rape
are stumbling through all that they take
And while they polish their act
Declarations
Strangulations
They’re all for their own
And they watch
From a liar's throne.
Oh, sire,
I beg of you.
Oh sire,
Is that what you'd like to hear?
And still you sit and drool
No choices
No reflection
Just questionable intentions
Let me explain
For those who might wonder
My wealth is stained
I grabbed it from under
your beds and the wallets of the finest around
I garnished you, and you, and you,
With no end to be found
What I reclaim
Second-hand sin
I failed at merit
Had to fake it to win
Force and fury they back me
On my path to success
I'm the one who played it smart,
I pulled it off like the rest
Oh, sire,
I beg of you.
Oh sire,
Is that what you'd like to hear?
And still you sit and drool
No choices
No reflection
Just questionable intentions
We clock into the flag
Without second thought
Just look at us brag
About the wars that you fought
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CortisoL Montréal, Québec
Sludge / doom / thrash / grind band from Montreal, QC, Canada.
Rusting and rotting since 2002.
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