Killed in public - Vistas of hate

by Misanthropic Generation Media

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released March 11, 2015

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Track Name: Wet-nursed
Apathy, self-loathing, defeat
Dysfunctional, fucked from birth
Wet-nursed, sheltered, obscured
Perception of reality is lost

No clear guidinglines
Held down by paranoia
Reasons built on doubt
Efforts based on fear

Burning bridges, severing ties
Isolation, mentally reclused
Incapable to cope with people
Social phobia becomes a cage

These bars are made out of flesh
These walls are slowly closing in
Until that one day finally comes
When you have to face yourself

Yourself
Track Name: Cure-All
It puts the holes, inside my skull that lets my thoughts escape
chemicals within my brain subject my heart to rape.
Bleeding out the cancers of every fucking day
Bleeding out the cancers of every fucking day

It digs deeper,
to pierce the surface
drill digs deeper,
tearing holes unto my skin.

I stand broken,
flesh is torn with
rib cage kicked in.
Longing for the
chance to erase
my surroundings.

Forgotten logics, vacate tissue, so nostalgic, my rebirth.
Pissed away, everyday. Drill, through, me.
Forgotten logics, vacate tissue, so nostalgic, my rebirth.
Pissed away, everyday. Drill, through, me.

I never chose to be here.
I never chose to be here.
I never chose to be here.
I never chose to be here.

Broken down, one time too many.
Left a broken shell.
A wasted life. A wasted life.
Track Name: Torn between and weighed down
Anchored in a sea of confusion
Race, gender, religion, politics

Abstractions in our modern times
Stigmatised to fit a fold

Useful idiots, hypocrites
Paragons of higher morals
Bottom feeders, human cysts
Sloths stuck in self-contempt

Callousness in the hearts of men
Different guises to shroud intentions
The emptiness which linger in us all
Kept at bay by the lies we tell ourselves

Weighed down by guilt
Torn between choices
Unable to relate
To anything or anyone

Weighed down by guilt
Torn between choices
Unable to relate
To anything or anyone
Track Name: Beast of descent
The burning man, I am the beast of hell, walking lonely, wrapped in flesh.
Stalking the living, blending in, slipping faster from the grips of my own sanity.

A trainwreck, tragedies spawned from my finger tips.
Give me gasoline and I'll give you something to remember.

One by one, falling to their knees, laying face down.

One by one, all my dreams forsaken me.

To live and die alone, forever trapped inside your skull.
Such is the life we live, longing for what never comes.
An aimless vessel lead by what cannot be understood.
With no direction, I fall back to the Earth, open-armed.

Engulfed in fire, my flesh is boiling, I shine so bright, I bring you light. Head-first, I crash into your utopia, I crush your dreams.

Tearing and ripping through
Your screams soothing me
I hold you aloft
So you can see it all

Can’t you feel it, can’t you feel it?

Can’t you see it, can’t you see it?

Your fucking world is a sea of shit
Every attempt fall unto deaf ears
Why bother when everything dies
Only the naïve are willing to try

This empire has run it’s course
Burn all bridges, severe all ties
Countless flail in rising flames
Cities left in ruins, left to crumble

The dream has died
Reality is leaking in
Your walls are falling
Your world is burning

Tables have turned
Hatred manifests
Tides have turned
Your life will end