TRASH TALK LYRICS
EP: "Plagues...Walking Disease" (2008)
1. Scatter2. Babylon, CA
3. Flood
4. Manifest Destination
5. Lepers To Feed The Lepers
6. Kill The Snakes
1. Scatter
[Instrumental]
2. Babylon, CA
We light the fires that burn your city to the ground You run your mouth like a fucking machine Yelling and screaming but nothing still means nothing You bury truth where it will never be found We light the fires that burn your city to the ground
3. Flood
Cursed are we who look like beast but walk like men We breathe temptation, we live in sin Cast away to them we are remains and every fucking chance they get they take and take and take They build the cages: We take the bait They dig the ditches: We add the weight So creep to life from every gutter in this town Piss in every sewer, overflow the underground No fucking roses There's no one worth forgiving, we'll burn they dead for warmth and wait Disease will find the living
4. Manifest Destination
The streets are gold but reek of piss and look like shit The stench of fear is real among the charlatans of dominance Make no mistake this is the age of plague and hate Our fucked up generation's come to seal our grisly fate Malajusted Forever fucked No love for anyone, anyhow, anymore This curse has ruined me and everyone can see the truth I hold behind there eyes is a lie
5. Lepers To Feed The Lepers
They wade through pestilence We call them wasted youth The kids are running restless Not a single fucking thing to lose Give them enough rope They'll fucking hang themselves for lack of things to do
6. Kill The Snakes
Lockdown We're falling out Decaying ranks and pranks Against my flesh Death's finished ripping and hell has broken loose Decay's on every corner, war is on the tube A generation of dropouts is empty handed and discontent The bastard sons of the revolution: what you see is what you get Death's finished ripping and hell is broken loose Decay's on every corner, war is on the tube It's so ironic, the weak will follow the blind And rats will race while the master's away Rise to your feet, come line your street For the path of the pale horse leads not astray I wrote a song I hoped the world would hate as much as I hate myself today But I'm still screaming at the top of my lungs so you can hear me... Kill the snakes
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