Sick Sad World

by Sick Sad World

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GTRR027

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released February 13, 2016

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Track Name: The Climb
I see you climb that social ladder; your true face would make that pretty image shatter. I see you claw, I see you beg for a place at the table you'll never get. You’ll never fucking get it; then you'll live to regret it. Bled dry, used up; that’s all that’s left when they're done. Thought you were made, didn’t know a thing; just another tourist exposed as a fake. I see you for what you are: a parasite, coward, and a try hard. I see you claw, I see you beg for a place at the table you'll never get. They didn't want you, they never will; just another empty shell. You chose your own path; you chose your own hell, Motherfucker.
Track Name: Victim
Not a victim, not ashamed. Not a monster, still to blame. Vicious cycles broken men. Cold waves crash over them. Burned by the ice of your touch; rendered hollow by your clutch. Just a hole, no warmth in me. The chilling tide forever tormenting me. No more victims, not again. No more pain, no tears shed. I’ll bleed from you the strength I need to burn your kind like you did me.
Track Name: The Fall
Caught in the jaws of greed, consumed by our need to feed. No savior hears our rapture call only pain and death before the fall. The itch that power could never scratch, the pains of hatred biting back. You see the void; you hear its call, now your throne must see its fall. Pleasures turn to pain (to pain), each lie carried a weight (a weight). Your screams construct a symphony drenched in obscene majesty.
Track Name: Sacrificial Man
Peace in death; a fucking lie. Only death life justifies. Sow the seeds of man's release and usher in the final sleep. There’s no escaping flame, no prayer to save the damned. The lost are lost, the book is wrote on the sacrificial man. Life led on the alter; our blood exists to spill for nothing more, forever worthless. There’s no escaping flame, no prayer to save the damned. The lost are lost, the book is wrote on the sacrificial man. Life led on the alter; our blood exists to spill.
Track Name: Lead Profits
Another cold flash, three more dead, bodies on the altar; blood red. Fortunes grow, so does the pain, a never-ending war against our fellow man. So we lose hope, and they smell fear and put the guns in our hands to kill ourselves. Don’t think it’s gonna change when we buy and sell death every day. More pain; more heartbreak; each buck a step closer to our own grave. They’ve got us scared of the wolves at our doors (at our doors) while we're blind to the worms feasting at our core. Another cold flash, three more dead, bodies on the altar, stained blood red. Through fear and greed we're misled while the money piles higher than the dead.
Track Name: Haunt
Crushing under the weight of nothing, you paint the picture of a fucking liar. You fake the pain cause you crave attention. You’ve never struggled once in your life. While the best of us struggle in silence, you make a spectacle of yourself. It isn't demons; ghosts are dragging you down. Fake monsters you created yourself and I'll feel sorry for the day that they're real because your cries for help will fall on deaf ears. Regrets like a hammer, failure like a nail. If you're in so much pain why are you still here?