The Great Southern Trendkill
War Nerve
Drag The Waters
10's
13 Steps To Nowhere
Suicide Note Pt. I
Suicide Note Pt. II
Living Trough Me (Hell's Wrath)
Floods
The Underground In America
Sandblasted Skin
 

 
It's wearing on my mind, I'm speaking some doubts alone.
You rob a dead man's grave, then flaunt it like you did create.
If I hit bottom and everything's gone
in the great Mississippi please drown me and run.
It's digging time again, you're nurturing the weakest trend.
Those with the heart and the brain to get past this
can spot a pathetic without even ask.
fuck your magazine, and fuck the long dead plastic scene.
Pierce a new hole, if hell was "in" you'd give your soul.
 
The great southern trendkill. That's right. The great southern trendkill.
 
Buy it at a store, from MTV to out of the floor.
You look just like a star, his proof you don't know who you are.
If I hit bottom and everything's gone
in the great Mississippi please drown me and run.
It's bullshit time again, you'll save your world within your trend.
Those with the heart and the brain to get past this
can spot a pathetic without even ask.
Politically relieved, your product sold and well received.
The right words spoken gold, If I was God you'd sell your soul.
 
The great southern trendkill. That's right. The great southern trendkill.
 
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Truly fuck the world, for all its worth, every inch of planet Earth,
fuck myself, don't leave me out, but don't get involved, don't corner me.
Inside, ulcer, unjust bastards, file out, face first.
Meet the lies and see what you are.
 
He's forcing you down, and it's grinding against you.
Let the war nerve break.
For every fucking second the pathetic media pisses on me and
judges what I am in one paragraph or less-fuck you all.
 
Expect the worse, you bleeding heart, but kill me first
before it starts. Yes my cock is getting hard,
we're born different after all.
Invite mayhem, produce weapons, shoot out, burn down.
No CNN or media now.
 
He's forcing you down, and it's grinding against you.
Let the war nerve break.
All the money in the fucking world wouldn't buy me one second of trust
or one ounce of faith in anything you're about-fuck you all.
 
Nothing is worth the sleep that I've lost.
Apologies unacceptable now.
A blistered Revenge awaits in me.
This is fucking loveless.
 
Hate.
Hate mail is not read, in jail instead.
Hate.
The lord knows, there's worse.
Ignore, this curse.
Hate.
 
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A smack on the wrists is the words from the mouth
of the outsiders, lawyers, police.
Small price to pay for the dope and the guns
and the rape it should all be ok.
Your father is rich, he's the judge, he's the man
that got your sentience reduced.
But in the back of his mind he well knows what he'd
find if he looked a little deeper in you. In you.
 
Drag the waters some more.
Like never before.
 
Sweet is the slice and the lips - you're gonna have
that woman - she is your favorite lay
Promised you (swore) that(a) no one has been there
and she was gonna keep it that way.
Let it move in, you got thin, and got high, and
your money went and so did your friends.
But she by your side and her smile cannot hide
the premonition of the beckoning end. The end.
 
Drag the waters some more.
Like never before.
 
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My skin is cold, transfusion with somebody.
Morose and old, drop into fruitless dying.
It was tempting and bared, the whoring angel rising.
Now burning prayers, my silent time of losing.
 
My foes - they can't destroy my body.
Colliding slow, like life itself.
 
Long for the blur, we cannot dry much longer
cement to dirt, disgusted with my cheapness.
 
My foes - they can't destroy my body.
Colliding slow, like life itself.
 
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Your windows boarded up, your private lives exposed.
The talk shows pump it up, lab rats diseased for show.
We're doomed to use the slang, outbreak of drug roulette.
A church burned down to the ground, not even noticed yet.
 
13 steps (to nowhere)
 
A backwards swastika, the black skin riddled instead.
A nazi gangster Jew, it beats a god that's dead.
It's "in" to use the slang, outbreak of gun roulette.
The cross slants to the side, will prove the damndest yet.
 
13 steps - Leads to nowhere.
 
The backlash dislocates, an untimely reign of death.
The wolf poked with the stick, awaits with canceled death.
(Leads to nowhere)
Outsiders still suppose, there's holy streets to roam.
The truth should not surprise, your homes were built on lies.
13 steps.
 
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Cheap cocaine, a dry inhale, the pills that kill and take
the pain away.
Diet of life, shelter without, the face that cannot
see inside yours and mine.
 
When I'm hiding, when I need it, it lets me breath.
For our handle on this life, I don't believe. This time.
Would you look at me now?
Can you tell I'm a man?
With this scars on my wrists
to prove I'll try again.
Try to die again, try to live trough this night.
Try to die again...
 
Forever fooling, free and using, sliding down the
slide that breaks a will.
Mother's angel getting smarter, how smart are
you to regress unfulfilled? It's a damn shame.
But, who's to blame?
 
When I'm hiding, when I need it, it lets me breath.
For our handle on this life, I don't believe. This time.
Would you look at me now?
Can you tell I'm a man?
With this scars on my wrists
to prove I'll try again.
Try to die again, try to live trough this night.
Try to die again...
 
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Out of my mind, gun up to the mouth.
No rejection, execution, live and learn, rape and turn.
I ret not family, nor pre-judged army.
This is for me, and me only, coward go on try it.
 
Don't you try to die, like me.
It's livid and it's lies. And inked graves.
 
It's not worth the time to try, to replenish a rotting life.
I'll end the problem, facing nothing, fuck you off, fuck you all.
Tortured history, addict of misery, this exposes me.
For weakness is a magnet- watch me do it.
 
Don't you try to die, like me.
It's livid and it's lies. And inked graves.
Descending down.
 
Why would you help anyone who doesn't want it,
doesn't need it, doesn't want your shit advice
when a mind's made up to go ahead and die.
What's done is done and gone so why cry?
Tortured history, addict of misery, this exposes me.
For weakness is a magnet- watch me do it.
 
Don't you try to die, like me.
It's livid and it's lies. And inked graves.
Descending down.
 
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I cannot take the take, your condition was not awake.
A selfish cryer, a boldface lyer. robbing all of what you could take in.
Stabbed towards a death.  A dirty smelling girl.
Shit decisions, no provisions, filling veins with juice of chaos.

Painted face, olive drab, swollen hole, empty bag,
sunken eyes, whining dog, it's times like this you should
pray for never.

I broke your fucking mold and threw away the cast,
new religion, and new provisions, it's amazing you're alive.
Drop the needle and stop what you're changing into.
Enlace the end dissolving.  Disgrace is needing more.

So I mended severed ties, trough flesh we cautering.
The underserving, slimeing writhing, I filled you up with watered promises.

Painted face, olive drab, swollen hole, empty bag,
sunken eyes, whining dog, it's times like this you should
pray for never.

I broke your fucking mold and threw away the cast,
new religion, and new provisions, it's amazing you're alive.

Spitting theeth, oral lust, alley fuck, angel dust,
anal whore, bleeding knees, it's times like these to
pray for murder.
Painted face, olive drab, swollen hole, empty bag,
sunken eyes, whining dog, it's times like this you should
pray for never.

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A dead issue. don't wrestle with it.  Deaf ears are sleeping.
A guilty bliss, so inviting(let me in), nailed to the cross.

I feel you, relate to you, acuse you.
Wash away us all, take us with the floods
Then throughout the night, they were raped and executed.
Cold hearted world.

Your language unheard of, the vast sound of tuning out.
The rash of negativity, is seen one sidedly.  Burn away the day.

The nervous, the drifting, the heaving.
Wash away us all, take us with the floods.
Then throughout the day mankind played with grenades.
Cold hearted world.
And at night they might bait the pentagram.
Extinguishing the sun.
Wash away man, take him with the floods.

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Put in position to wage teenage mayhem.
A common affair for the ones who are juiced.
If it is weakness that grants us the power.
We thrive on what's stronger than most of the world.

Glass breaks/the dimming lights/sweat, heat and profane debate/
the smart ones stay on the outside/while drunken heads and
arms erupt/centered man swings a punch, spits a tooth, postures 
odd/a punk rock escapade/five bucks a head to be king dick in the crowd.

We are the ones who must sport the position.

Cheap beer/trendy clicks/lesbian love is accepted and right/
shaved heads meet hair in the mix/blending the 80's and 90's with hate.

Shows on/dates canceled/kicked out for reasons that seem so unfair/skin crusts
 against the cops/a foregone conclusion that's tired and beat
Ringworm,crabs and lice/V.D. ecstasy, speed and horse/a
heaven/of unmatched importance/an honor of sex to be stuck by the punk.

We are the ones who must sport the position

Rich homes/with money and food/abandoned for the bums on the
street/a lifestyle that's unexplainable/don't try and save what is
all meant to be.

Put in position to wage teenage mayhem.
A common affair for the ones who are juiced.
If it is weakness that grants us the power.
We thrive on what's stronger than most of the world.

If it is free/from (a) family that's seen/you can just keep it.
If you must beg/it's better instead/you must follow the etiquette.
Fake!
You know when it rains you're in your bed at home.
You act so real when you are alone.
Fake!
You better not let the mohawked crowd see.
Give it five years, you'll retire your piercings.
You must admit that you mimic the weaklings.

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The trend is dead!

Scrape it, grind it, peel it, hide it.
The trend is over, and gone forever.
Shelf it, box it, save it, frame it.
You won't need that anymore, it's on sale on the fucking dollar store.

Waste of time, pantomime, circus doll, at the local mall.
Exterminate, it's all fake.
Sandblast, yourself.
Sandblast.
It's getting old, old, old.

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