Demo Cassette 2012

by Starvation

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released April 21, 2012

Ben - Drums
Dan - Guitar
Footy - Bass
Jxhn Dxe - Guitar
Marcel - Vocals

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Track Name: Intro
Your values, your laws, your boundaries, your 'God'.
Not mine.
Track Name: Weak
You turned your fucking back,
And made a song and dance.
Like I give a fuck about,
Your guilt trips and rhetoric, it's all a cover.

Just this once, becomes routine.
Your words meant so much to me back then.
Just this once has become your whole life.
So how the fuck does it feel?
To be on the same slippery slope you condemned.

Why should I believe you ever gave a fuck?
Track Name: Brute
Your total lack of respect makes me fucking ill.
The sight of your bitter and twisted face,
Impossible to ignore.
With every ounce of strength I'll hate,
You and every one the same.

Who the fuck are you to judge,
A lifetime of luxury and wealth,
Created nothing but hatred and fear.

The real scum, are the intolerant.
And the weak are the afraid.
Track Name: Fairweather Associates
Don't talk to me like we're fucking friends.
I know you're full of shit.
Hate me, but you'll pretend not,
So as to elevate you up,
But I've got nothing to offer you.

Weak enough to hold a grudge,
But you won't stand behind it.
Stepped on, beaten down, and shoved aside.
All the calling cards of the weak.

Don't talk, don't even fucking look at me.

Stepped on, beaten down, and shoved aside.
All the calling cards of the weak.
Track Name: Concrete
Fuck it all,
What's the point of a life
I can't control.

Left to wait for a day,
Where life and light fades...
and I'm left with nothing.

A point of no return,
Would suggest a shred of hope from the start.

Left to wait for a day,
Where life and light fades...
and I'm left with nothing,
Without scars or fractures.
Time slips through my hands.
Weak and worn,
Can I suffer, any more?

No light left,
At the end of any tunnel.
Every crack paved before birth.
I can't feel a thing.

Fill my head with concrete until I'm fucking dead.