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Kreed Kafer
03:40
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You sick man
Exploiting
Grieving families
For personal gain
Living out your fantasies
Leeching off the vulnerable
Faking mysterious actions
A professional con-artist
A shameless self publicist
Show me the invisible
Show me ghosts
Spiritualists
Contact the dead
Hear all their lies
They're filling your head
I heard a voice
I heard a voice
I heard a voice
Sorry that was me
Dead things don't hear
Your calls to them
Because they're dead
Choosing to accept his lies
You only have yourself to blame
Now the fraudulent bastard's
Pretending that he's possessed
Forget the exorcist, this is the best!
Jack the Ripper
Michael Jackson
Richard the Lionheart
Even a dog
Think you're a twat
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Hide From The Facts
03:59
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Are you in the club?
An institution based on control
Diminishing autonomy
By crediting the creator
Filling every little hole
It consumes all your life
Existing outside of normality
Endless lie
One foot stuck firmly in fiction
Endless lie
Blinded now that they chose it
Hide from the facts
We are already free in perfect entropy
I don’t need you to speak for me
Spiritual widow
Do I look dead
No!?
You’re desperate
To believe
You are immortal
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Carve The Pigs
04:08
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So they said
They wouldn’t let
The Inmates Run
The Asylum
Everyday
Is an uphill battle doomed to fail
Irony is lost on you
Stick together save yourselves
Breeding ground
For fat disgusting pigs
That feed off us all
Grinding to the bone
Slowly they drop like flies
Until no one is left
What seems like a thousand years
Is a cycle of life and death
Each and every day
Brings the same old thing
A course we run to pay our way
Wasting life away
Not one day will ever matter
Everyday
Is an uphill battle doomed to fail
Irony is lost on you
Stick together save yourselves
Breeding ground
For fat disgusting pigs
That feed off us all
Grinding to the bone
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Six dead children
What did you hope to gain
Six dead children
Your actions were in vain
Pour petrol through the door
Pass the blame you’ve got no remorse
If you don’t get your way
Make damn sure there’ll be hell to pay
Allegations of
Rape and attempted
Murder in the past
Used to take control
Of helpless women
And make them your slaves
They won’t wake up
No
No morals
Get what you want
At any cost
You have
Sacrificed everything
Was it to
Get a bigger house
Was it to
Frame your estranged mistress
You fucking scum
You shameless bastard
Taking all you can
Preying on the vulnerable
A penchant for young flesh
When she defied you
And won on her own terms
You couldn’t let her get away
You had another plan
Burn your house down
Allegations of
Rape and attempted
Murder in the past
Used to take control
Of helpless women
And make them your slaves
Now you have Lost / them / all
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'Now It's Time To Carve The Pigs' EP IS
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