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I grab the stick shift
I slam it into gear
I hurtle forward
No return, leave this place for good
No return
Tires burn a blazing runic glyph
Tires burn
Feel the heat, engine revving hard
Feel the heat
Can’t be beat, vibrate primal need
Can’t be beat
No replacement
I peel out madly
I know I don’t belong
I cannot, will not
No return, leave this place for good
No return
Tires burn a blazing runic glyph
Tires burn
Feel the heat, engine revving hard
Feel the heat
Can’t be beat, vibrate primal need
Can’t be beat
No replacement
I hear it call me
I crave the open road
Put wheels to pavement
No return, leave this place for good
No return
Tires burn a blazing runic glyph
Tires burn
Feel the heat, engine revving hard
Feel the heat
Can’t be beat, vibrate primal need
Can’t be beat
There’s no replacement
I’m gone
For such displacement
So long
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Trashmaster
03:06
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We ride out at dawn on constructs of steel
Our beasts so shiny and chrome
Thrown into their maws a putrefied meal
Hauling all waste from your home
We selflessly serve, no thanks coming forth
Begrudgingly fulfill the quest
This slight strikes a nerve, we gear up for war
This vengeance never shall rest
Armored in slime and bedecked in rust
Corroded weapons we wield
Surrounded by flies and piles of crust
Stench of a megaton yield
Waste caster
Filth blaster
Trash master
Rot faster
Sifting through refuse, we’re going insane
Murderous thoughts multiply
Septically poisoned, decay from within
Maggots pour from my eyes
I desire quality
All you have is trash for me
It’s time to collect, we’ve come for your lives,
For your crimes shall you pay
We come to infect, but when we arrive
Shit, it’s Recycling Day!
Waste caster
Filth blaster
Trash master
Rot faster
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Cast my mind back to my past
Recollection holds some truth to me
Memories are fading fast
Can’t recall quite how it used to be
At war with our past selves
Hindsight is always crystal clear
At war with our past selves
Shed a light on inner fears
Slide away from present tense
Did I cause all of those grievous wounds?
Broken where I should have bent
Tear me up by the roots
Hammer quicker in desperation
Was it all my fault?
Woken, spoken
Coded messages dissolve
Reaping, sewing, harvest
Finally comes to fruit
Evil power looming
Vampires comes to roost
All of the time I spent inside
Wondering who I was
A treacherous climb, a great divide
Spilled oceans worth of blood
Looking back instincts crack
Beneath tremendous strain
Fading to black, suspend the attack
I’ve only myself to blame
At war with our past selves
Hindsight is always crystal clear
At war with our past selves
Shed a light on inner fears
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Frostwound
03:24
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Darkened sky - I’m freezing
Storm is nigh - I’m bleeding
Wailing wind - I’m freezing
Blowing in - I’m bleeding
It shall not snow another inch
From this task I shall not flinch
Holdeth my hand up to the sky
Remove a digit with the knife
Darkened sky - I’m freezing
Storm is nigh - I’m bleeding
Wailing wind - I’m freezing
Blowing in - I’m bleeding
As the blood flows down my wrist
I clench my hand into a fist
Was this sacrifice in vain?
I must wait and take the pain
This wound ov Frost
As if it knew what was at stake
The storm ahead begins to break
If snow returns I’ll pay the cost
I shall suffer wound ov frost
This wound ov Frost
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5. |
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I remember the first time with the living dead
Suckers wouldn’t stop chasing you until you shot ‘em in the head
Society rebuilt itself, a misleading calm
Lasted until some bastard went and dropped the bomb
This is not, this is not, this is not
My first apocalypse
This is not, I can’t believe...this is not
My first apocalypse
Lip service was paid to radiation protocol
But civilization went and took another fatal fall
Super mutants and geiger counters flipped into the red
Primitive future playing out on piles of the dead
This is not, this is not, this is not
My first apocalypse
This is not, I can’t believe...this is not
My first apocalypse
This is not, this is not, this is not
My first apocalypse
This is not, I can’t believe...this is not
My first apocalypse
Yes my friend, Build again
Like the past, We’ll outlast
Cyclically, Endlessly
Perpetually, Eternally
But how did I survive?
Thus I shall reveal it
Ape hands a fruit
Go ahead and peel it
I remember the last time: invaders from space
bent on extermination of the human race
They would have succeeded were it not for the spell
Cast by the demons rising from hell
This is not, this is not, this is not
My first apocalypse
This is not, I can’t believe...this is not
My first apocalypse
This is not, this is not, this is not
My first apocalypse
This is not, I can’t believe...this is not
My first apocalypse
Yes my friend, Build again
Like the past, We’ll outlast
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