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Satan Is My Lord

by Failed States

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1.
Indulgence, instead of abstinence existence, instead of pipe dreams wisdom, instead of self-deceit kindness, for those deserving vengeance, instead of passivity responsibility, instead of psychic vamps humble beings, instead of arrogance sin, as it shall lead to bliss. Death to false idols Satan is my lord rise, and clear your head secular nations now tax the conventional church incompetence must die out
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Mobilize 01:51
look what we can do when we get off our ass and we come out in droves for more than the 'ders apathy runs deep but the wind will rise to howl for the weak and the greater good this is democracy, don't take it for granted hold them accountable and send them away 2020 mark it down for its the year when we regain our sights and rid ourselves of the toxic right the social cons and the neo-libs don't forget the GTH, our STC and his blatant disregard of environmental policies and destruction of film industries bill 40 is gone and wall is next politicize now don't wait for the rest
3.
a swarm of bees, stinging my brain a pack of wolves, tearing at my flesh like drowning at sea with no land in sight like climbing a mountain with two broken legs moving a wagon with a dying horse a six foot grave filling slowly with sand I know what it takes but I can't find the resolve I pick myself up but forever I fall a gangrenous arm, just waiting to leave a terminal sentence, with six months to live like crawling through darkness on a moonless night like a deafening scream, that no one else hears. moving a wagon with a dying horse a six foot grave filling slowly with sand I know what it takes but I can't find the resolve I pick myself up but forever I fall
4.
carbon footprints fall in stride do as expected, pass on the line I don't feel connected to the greater good death to it all, love, my nihilist blood fearing the future I relinquish the past encourage the species or unshackle the globe vasectomies and empty wombs broken bones and hollowed tombs my skin stretches thin trying to blanket the earth oh how I long to love the life of my flesh but I'm so far gone, I cringe to fathom dealing with parents and their sniveling shits hockey dads and trust fund kids pamper the boy, indulge the lad lend out your hand, detach from the ego a fulfilling life can come from within vasectomies and empty wombs broken bones and hollowed tombs pass on the genes of critical thought or watch as the world withers and rots
5.
Hypocrite 04:22
I shout at the hedonists as i prop up their game counting my wealth while discounting the means studying Marx in a Hilton hotel while dressed in the silks of the Salvation Thrift nearing autonomy but failing to feed i put in the work for the future to see but the future comes quick and the work doesn't quit and the more that I gain the more I demand my mind races fast in this world of pain, do i take it all in or let it pass by i hold trepidation, i harbor anxieties, i hope for the best but I do fear the worst I'm two faced, I'm a hypocrite, I'm not broken but I'm sick I don't want to live in a world so blind, blind to the truth that we all lead the lie. In my left, I carry fire In my right, I carry water to burn it all down, or wash off the crust stand close to the fire but don't get burned oh how I wish, that we had more choice in demise. I'm two faced, I'm a hypocrite, I'm not broken but I'm sick I don't want to live in a world so blind, blind to the truth that we all lead the lie.

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released December 12, 2018

Recorded, mixed and mastered by Chris Dimas

Out on Demolition records and Grind Central records

Drums- Mitch Rogers
Bass- Matt Carre
Guitar and vocals- Jesse Wyllychuk
Vocals- Jeff Meldrum

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Failed States formed in the frozen prairies of Canada in January 2008.

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