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THE RED CHORD LYRICS
"East Coast Tour Demo" (2001 Demo)
1. Breed The Cancer
2. Catalepsy
3. Like A Train Through A Pigeon
1. Breed The Cancer
Festering stench in the air - rotten.
The black and filth all around - breeds.
The masses breed this cloud that is slowly blackening our lungs.
The ashes cinchur and slowly destroy, turning the pink flesh to rot.
The rot, stench and filth slowly bring decay.
Resurrect yourself.
You have become a slave to nicotine.
Yellow stains on pink flesh, every time you spark it up.
You are but a slave.
You are forever a slave.
2. Catalepsy
Over and over constantly, I see the face smiling at me.
It is a mere reflection of human wretchedness.
Our sins bleed a smile upon the face.
Corpse fucked knows what lies on the other side.
To bask and burn in the deeds of the guilty and the wretches.
Our skin peels and burns reflecting off the glimmering white
over and over and over inside my mind.
Over and over constantly, I see the face smiling at me.
It is a reminder of our own insecurities.
Guilty remain melted together, our turn to hate all that remains.
Today's a day like any other day.
You just can't escape the pain and the tragedy or help wondering,
"Why this man smiles?"
The young get old and the old get older
and they are all soon melted together.
The tragedy and wondering "why is this man smiling?"
3. Like A Train Through A Pigeon
Avarice and stubbornness - converge into stupidity.
In two we have begotten our desserts and transform.
As we become food for the earth and for the rats.
I never forget a face and this time I'm taking names - this time I'm...
Screech and pop of this hollow shell would have provided escape for the fortunate.
The fortunate I am not, as I have lived for hours.
My dying image, my innards are ripped
and picked away by my "comrades" literally and figuratively,
the teeth goes through the tongue.
I am willing to die for my fair share and for my share I have died.
If I wake before I die, there'll be hell to pay.
But for my share, I'm left in half, so I guess I'm fucked.
Screech and pop of this hollow shell would have provided escape for the fortunate.
There were never signs of slowing down as it ripped right through me.
If I could just die before my children eat me,
literally and figuratively,
the teeth go through the tongue.
Am I dying or just waking up?
Am I dying or just waking up?
I'm in half. Mass Killing Spree.
If we all could just die before our children eat us.
Like a train through a pigeon.
I'm now filled with empathy.
If we all could just die before our children eat us.
A failure to move will result in your death.
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