Brutal Truth
EP • 1995
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Production declined, machines We all march on Life swallowed in lies Detachment conclusion Your taste for pure freedom The passion is over No last goodbyes You gained your pure freedom And left us behind Can't you lok back before you Fucking booted smack Thought it was cool, in fact You're wrong for taking life Deal pressure from life, not stray For today, don't run away Machine parts all march on
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Feb 06, 2026
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if i could, i would knock you down kick your ass to the ground don't you like to play is there any other way if i could, i would find a way serve your ass for the day would you say is there any other way? scribble your thoughts as you'd like them to be for it's foolish goals you'll achieve casting teh parts... plotting your scams compromise integrity again and again
Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 23, 2025
Your fashion, kills trends to their end Your cycle of nonsense bleeds to its core, repeats once again Perfection, best play by the rules This shit by you false-core will kill your own trip Play you the fool Kill trend suicide False-core genoocide The fashion, gone glory to capitalist ways Faceless, sold into corporate ways No vision or thought is what you get out, fight for your own belief For in the end you must give in, fuck off trend casualties This way That way No way Well anyway
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Feb 06, 2026
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