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Buckshot Mouthwash
02:31
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when is it enough?
when will things be enough to overflow?
when will the dam break?
Im ready to explode.
The cracks start to show.
good men must do horrible things.
Pleasantries obsolescent.
No god effervescent.
make ends meet.
the ends justify the means.
Grip.
Grip the throat with a rope.
Make the ends meet their maker.
Grip by the throat when I tighten my rope.
Rip the head off the snake,
kick the chair til you fucking ache.
I won’t stop til I’m fucking dead.
I will never rest. I will never rest.
I will never rest until your body’s lifeless.
I won’t stop until you fucking choke.
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Mr. Uncomfortable
02:52
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It’s like a gun to your head.
I can feel it’s grip around my neck.
How much more til they force your hand?
Don’t just wait until they take it.
Just pull the hair trigger on the precipice of something mad.
This disease is chronic to the fucking core.
We’re all moronic. Leave me catatonic,
Just take a leap, I’m tired of all the longing.
Bite off more than you can chew,
now choke through it.
Fuck sink or swim,
Get out the water.
They just keep pulling you under.
This is insane, We’re cannon fodder.
Just keep it going,
Til you fall over.
I gaze into the water.
I don’t wanna make it.
Break it.
Crosshair marks the spot for the industrial killers,
Knife burning hot from proletariat thrillers.
Thread the needle through the eye of the opposer.
Make a suicide pact with the life of the beholder.
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Microplastic Surgery
01:56
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You are the teeth that bruise me.
You are the harpy that won’t feel.
You’re the cancer that bleeds me.
You will teethe if it must be.
I won’t drag on as if it were nothing,
All this experience,
it must be worth something.
Let’s talk about love as if it ain’t a dumb thing,
I grow tired of chatter as I am no longer breathing.
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Jenga Fever (Live)
01:28
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Hours past sunset, I hear an ominous sound, I pay no mind and now I'm filled with regret.
Now I hear it.
Please don't take me.
I have nothing.
Please don't take me.
I don't need to go away.
I cannot find my fucking way,
out of this cavernous decay.
My eyes open,
I can feel the rays,
The glow is scarring deep inside me.
They surround me,
Sentient beings from another planet,
"Oh my god, is this really happening?"
Is this real or am I still asleep?
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(Time) When the clock strikes nine,
(Fear) You’ll have fled the scene.
(Home) No where to reside.
(Tired) You’ll remain confined.
Time, the enemy of time.
Time, the enemy of a broken man.
Time, the enemy of happiness.
Time, the only thing on your side.
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A year since the peak,
You emerge from the sea.
The gift that keeps giving,
A trivial disease.
I can’t keep living in this world you plague,
and I decree:
These voices keep following me in wake of the meek.
So remove yourself, or drive the knife deeper and take a closer peek.
Above or beneath.
It’ll all be over soon, take a seat and enjoy this scene that you’ve painted, hell we’ll drag it to the streets.
I’m sick of seeing your fucking face.
I close my eyes to which you grate.
You don’t deserve happiness.
Consider this restraint.
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Black Matter Device Richmond, Virginia
Five insane people with nothing better to do.
Current Lineup:
Michael Toney -
Vocals / Guitars
Kyle Wilson - Guitars / Bass
Colton Armer - Bass / Vocals / Art
Roman Rodriguez - Drums / Being Huge
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