1. |
Dawn (Intro)
01:29
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no lyrics
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2. |
The Horror
04:08
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Demons inside
Are craving the taste
They scratch at my throat
For fermented waste
The burning is torture
What will I become?
With these beasts of burden
I'm coming undone
The horror, the horror
Trapped in this Hell
With no escape
Darkness consumes me
I sweat and shake
The transformation
To monster from man
I crawl from the gutter
Wreaking havoc again
The horror, the horror
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3. |
...Yet Still They Die
04:13
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A coward with a loaded gun
Will hunt you down if you try to run
Claiming they fear for their lives
They have got you in their sights
Law and order but at what cost?
How many more lives must be lost?
Civil unrest grows deafening
To end qualified immunity
...Yet still they die
Paramilitary zones
State violence for mass control
Gassing people in the streets
Serving the rich to protect property
Rubber bullets to the face
Pepper balls and flash grenades
"Less-lethal" weaponry
Civilian blood being shed by police
...Yet Still They Die
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4. |
Enhanced Interrogation
03:24
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Knowledge through power
Power through fear
Fear through pain
Pain through torture
Cloaked in darkness
Sleep deprived
Liquid nutrition
Barely alive
Seeking justice
Through forced words
Waterboarded
To be heard
This is torture
Stress Positions
Slaps to the face
Chest beaten in
Feeling disgraced
Forced into saying
What they want to hear
Terrorized
Crippled with fear
This is torture
This is torture
Knowledge through power
Power through fear
Fear through pain
Pain through torture
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5. |
Masquerade of Fools
02:14
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You don't want to be a better person
Or make the world a better place
You just want to feel the warmth
Of the spotlight on your face
Masquerade
It's a masquerade
It's a masquerade of fools
You desperate muse of tragedy
Melpomene of mohawk trends
Perched upon a soapbox of virtues
Punching down on all your fucking friends
Masquerade
It's a masquerade
It's a masquerade of fools
Do as I say, not as I do (push you)
Do as I say, not as I do (nudge you)
Do as I say, not as I do (judge you)
Do as I say, not as I do (well, fuck you)
High your your altar
Shrouded in hypocrisy
You slam your gavel of disapproval
With self-righteous amnesty
Masquerade
It's a masquerade
It's a masquerade of fools
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6. |
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A daughter crying
Over the news
Of her father's murder
Announced on TV
Celebrating an execution
Extrajudicial
Assassination
The whole world watches
As freedom dies
His life, the price of restitution
Communities weeping
A loved one is gunned down
Gunned down, gunned down
A war on peace
Under the guise of retribution
THERE'S BLOOD ON YOUR HANDS
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7. |
Blood-stained Memories
03:28
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Looking back the best of times
Were bridges burned in effigy
A testament to squandering
Long lost, blood-stained memories
In crisis, manic, I lash out in pain
Blood-stained Memories
Living in a fairytale
Seeing what I want to see
Hiding from the brutal truth
Afraid to face my reality
In crisis, manic, I lash out in pain
Blood-stained memories
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B.L.I.S.S. Portland, Oregon
Blindly Led Into Systemic Slaughter
Anti-police, anti-fascist hardcore
🇵🇸 FREE PALESTINE 🇵🇸
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Ash - guitar/vocals
Brian - bass
Mike - drums
For booking:
ignoranceisblisspdx@gmail.com
@bliss.pdx (Instagram)
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