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Greetings
03:09
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Code of ethics taught;
To the young bloods devoid of thought.
Resistance has been bought.
We’ll never bow down, no, we’ll never back down.
Battles chose and battles fought.
Declarations in vacant lots.
Resistance has been bought.
We’ll never bow down to you fuckin’ cunts!
Still we push on few.
These walls we’re coming through.
Better distance yourself;
Far from our crew.
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Dirty Lot Kids
02:10
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We’ve been lurking in the shadows of doubt,
Hitting trains and veins without a lookout. Look out!
Sedated, so fucking long…
So down, so fucking wrong.
Sold my soul to the neighboring old.
It’s the same story that’s been told in the cold.
Bold I’ve come to know is the way to the gold.
It’s a problem when you know what we know!
Birds are circling… Clouds roll by.
Grasp a flask… In the mix to die.
You know it needs structure and we need drive.
The come down’s a letdown, but try living high…
I’m living high.
Try living high.
You’re gonna die!
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3. |
Past Lives Lost
02:38
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My baby’s at war for her life.
Those demons come back each night.
Around that time we should be making love,
She starts turning that knife.
When push came to shove,
You’re fucking with your blood.
Those lonely county nights instill,
Addictions not love.
If looks could move a mountain,
You should see what I can see.
From where I’m standing,
We’re fucking drowning.
This is more than just empathy.
We all…
Share a cross.
Reminiscent of…
Past lives lost.
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Possessed to Shred
02:22
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This is for those who’ve fallen,
Sad, they can’t hang with this life.
I know that I could never put it down.
Why would I stop? Just to satisfy these cops?
These vibrant colors are lighting up the underground.
Illuminate the way, ideals live another day.
From the sketches in the pad, getting your hand style right.
To the throw ups in the alley, keep your spots looking tight.
Put your message on the wall and let ‘em see your soul.
Get your name out there, kid, you’re learning can-control.
Go out and hit the streets,
Cover some surface,
Let these motherfuckers know,
We serve a purpose!
This is for those who’ve fallen,
Sad, they can’t hang with this life.
This is for those who’ve fallen,
I’m possessed to shred!
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From Philly Tamaqua, Pennsylvania
Formed in 2012 and fueled by good friends, booze, and hardcore music. We have emerged from the dark dank depths of the basement as a four-headed-rock-monster to destroy you all with punk-rock-fire. We make real, honest, intense music. No frills, no bullshit, and no real desire to be anything more than the result of our friendship and instruments. ... more
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