Demos 2011

by Strangers

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released 20 July 2011

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tags: hardcore thrash Buffalo

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Track Name: Backstabbers
Dead end streets, concrete defeat
Dead soldiers lining the table
How many casualties before I'm ready, willing, and able?
This is absent minded action,
Still haunts your days long after conscience dies
Repetition suicide - know shame, hide guilt
Burning the bridges you still haven't built
Misguided directions to filthy slurred dissention
The wrong way home that masks the good intention
Life of the misled
Death of the party
The lonely broken wolf parading as a sheep.
Track Name: End
Save me
I am the broken vow that permeates your vile life
Sacrifice the unborn child and curse your own survival
Bury all your evening sins under the nose of daytime soldiers
Were you aware of the price you paid the minute that you sold her?
Mock intellects parading as heroes
The death of a nation gets buried down below
False accusations and acts of sedition
Real executions as acts of contrition
Strain your neck to be seen
Snap them off, they're stuck in between
The widows and the faithful?
Spare me.
Track Name: Rare Kills
Old ghosts from the old days still haunt you into old age
Red marks on the windpipe from the old laws marked with lead type.
Absent eyes spread their shit, absent hearts deal with it.
Save yourself from yourself.
Track Name: Self Help
We're not allies, we're not enemies
Save some face, we're both one in the same
3 part cocktails of wine pills and smoke
We're all drowning, you're holding our heads
Keep my name out of your mouth
6 years gone and I waited for you
I can't give it all up
Keep my name out of your mouth
We're not allies, we're not enemies
We're not anything.
Track Name: Serial Numbers
Brain dead mistress, post modern princess
Runway whore, cancer coffin queen
Control crisis, black morality
Shove the dollar bills down their throats.
A death rattle in quarter notes
Bullshit conviction, social crucifixion
"I will feed on your army of makeup."
Track Name: Locofoco
All apologies have become force fed and routine
The place where empty threats and fulfilled promises convene
So when the riot comes and the fires rages and the masses lick their lips
On your knees, mercy prayers cry out,
"Spare us! Victims! We're all victims of circumstance and status"
A wall of bold faced guilt to cover up the inside filth
A world of melting faces that toxic handshakes built
This is the last stop on the train to retribution
A declaration of violated truths
Who among you will answer for this massacre?
One hand on the throat to muffle voiceless cries
One hand on the face to shield suspicious eyes
Broken souls we've had since we were born
Broken backs from the weight that we have worn
No more.
Vengeance reigns.