1. |
A Cavity In Reality
01:36
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2. |
False Flags
02:03
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Under the guise of team
Between the lines of allies
Masked in authentic colors
To gain trust only to beset
Fuck you - for flying a false flag
Coward - for flying a false flag
You lose - for flying a false flag
Villain - for flying a false flag
What cause comfort in chaos?
Seething on the outskirts
Never in a state of rest
Under the guise of team
Masked in authentic colors
Fuck you - for flying a false flag
Coward - for flying a false flag
You lose - for flying a false flag
Fuck you - for flying a false flag
Coward - for flying a false flag
You lose - for flying a false flag
Villain - for flying a false flag
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3. |
Cathedral Of Chemicals
02:23
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Look at this place a monumental mistake
Press the switch to release the gas
Blanket the sky, with the solution
Recondition the air, inhale the plague
Surrounded by venom, nothing can escape
Blanket the sky, with the pollution
Cathedral of chemicals
The cathedral of chemicals
Breath in the doom
Breath in your doom
Recondition the air, inhale the plague
Surrounded by venom, nothing can escape
Blanket the sky
Cathedral of chemicals
With the solution
Cathedral of chemicals
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4. |
Silence Is Consent
01:38
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Forced into a line
Either side are symbols of your masters
Please pay no mind
Conformity
Bitch
Starve and struggle
Fear and shame
Silence is consent
Your silence is consent
Do not
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5. |
Spray Of Teeth
02:22
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Needles with dulled ends, employed, for sewing
The stitches first swelled, then tore out
Blood - Spray of Teeth
Clot - Spray of Teeth
Wont - Spray of Teeth
Stop - Spray of Teeth
On the 8th day post operation
With considerable apprehension
I cautiously remove the gauze
What was left is mess of sick
Hissing and choking on fragmented pulp
Through pus I saw through meat, sweet suffering
The excavator being applied
To the cavity that was previously so tender
Now there’s no sensation
Blood - Spray of Teeth
Clot - Spray of Teeth
Wont - Spray of Teeth
Stop - Spray of Teeth
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6. |
Feeble-Minded Rash
03:41
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That which is concrete, changes with haste
The rational mind of an infant
Wielding a fungus called life
Chewing through waste, caressing a harbored fear
Closeness to fire, insatiable need to punish
Wishing the whole time for release
Receiving lashes from inherent whips
Chewing through waste, caressing a harbored fear
Growing incestuously, knowing nothing outside its own wall
Move
The ability to face the truth
Escapes the feeble mind
A cowardice essence through endless waste
A cowardice essence through endless waste
That which is concrete, changes with haste
The rational mind of an infant
Release me
Release thee
Chewing through waste, caressing a harbored fear
Growing incestuously, knowing nothing outside its own wall
Release me
Release thee
Release me
Release thee
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7. |
Neon Graves
03:26
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There in the distance is a portal
A scabbed entrance with an absence of light
It starts to move slowly making its way down the corridor
Leaving trails of bile and mucus covered bugs
You are confronted with the fear, that grips you like a tomb of thorns.
You are confronted with the fear, that grips you like a tomb of thorns.
Where is the difference for you?
Vines growing around you just the same as the rest
It crushes the dead under its feet as it changes form.
The room becomes tighter, until it’s there in your mind
You are confronted with the fear, that grips you like a tomb of thorns.
It all becomes so clear, that this tomb was always yours.
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8. |
Plague Of Hammers
03:34
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From the onslaught, enough to block out the sun.
Metallic nemesis falls in uniform chaos.
Plague of Hammers, reign of horrors
Plague of Hammers, you can try to run but you will fail.
I am the lord of above, with the vision of eternity…. I never miss
Pummeling skulls flat,
Crushed bones are all thats left.
Skin so badly bruised,
It’s hard to tell what you were
Plague of Hammers, reign of terror
Plague of Hammers, no-one gets out alive
I am the lord of above, with the vision of eternity…. I never miss
Plague of Hammers, Plague of Hammers
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9. |
Goregäng
02:47
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We live with flies, thriving in blood and filth
On beds made of pus, gross luxury mature
We are - the most foul
We are - Goregäng
Putrid - contaminated
We are - Goregäng
Rotting from the inside
We are - Goregäng
Try not to PUKE
Fuck, the scent is stinging, like nasally injecting acid
Cancer that is bleeding, is how we fill our guts
We are - the most foul
We are - Goregäng
Putrid - contaminated
We are -Goregäng
Feel our pain, slime in veins
We are - the most foul
We are -Goregäng
Putrid - contaminated
We are -Goregäng
Rotting from the inside
We are -Goregäng
Try not to PUKE -
We are - GOREGÄNG
We live with flies, thriving in blood and filth
Caner that is bleeding, is how we fill our guts
We’re Goregäng
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10. |
Weightless Sentinels
02:11
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Threatening the very core principles
That every thread is balanced upon
With the weight of an atom
And the tracking of a hawk
Weightless sentinels
Causing you to question sanity
Is a natural byproduct
Unseen and incredibly agile
A swollen mass is left in its wake
Weightless sentinels
Traversing with deadly accuracy
Feasting on blood
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11. |
Putrid Judgement
03:54
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You’re wasting all of it, it’s not a dream.
Brain oozing out of your ear.
Blood. Dripping. Pulses
Pig. Old and thoughtless
They’re only coming for you
Breaking your own strife
You’re not masking
This inside voice, till the new
Escape is not a dream
Pig. Old and thoughtless
This is it / Step back
Look at it / Feel Alive
Look at it / Take it in
Look at it / For all its majesty
Its majesty - its majesty
Skank
This is it / I spent my life
This is it / You’ll get no time
This is it / Its creeping back
This is it / You’ll end up dead
There’s refraining, the timing will fail
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12. |
This Era Of Human
04:33
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Grinding to a halt
A glaring need to self-compliment
Dark circles, concealed by masks
A prisoner of self-inflicted construct
Go past the point of needing
The sight is that of tales
Legends being born in micro realms
Diminished morals for self gain
Grandstand ovation required
In place of conscious thinking
Grinding to a halt
A glaring need to self-compliment
Dark circles, concealed by masks
A prisoner of self-inflicted construct
Put down your devices
Join the life stream
It won’t
It can’t
It doesn’t
Have the ability
Grandstand ovation required
In place of conscious thinking
It won’t
It can’t
It doesn’t
Have the ability
To reach even the strongest tendrils
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Goregang Spring Hill, Florida
Born from the swamps of Florida in late 2015, Goregäng came crushing into the scene with their self-titled EP. The studio duo share guitar duties while Jeramie Kling (Venom Inc, Inhuman Condition, The Absence) supplies vocals and Taylor Nordberg (Inhuman Condition, The Absence) plays drums and bass. Their debut full-length “Neon Graves” was released in 2019 on Transcending Obscurity Records. ... more
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