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Woke War III

from Unsleeping Unliving Unified by CortisoL

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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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from Unsleeping Unliving Unified, released May 14, 2023

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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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