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You Will Need Gods

by MOLARBEAR

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1.
Cataclysm 01:49
Two feet on the ground Face down in a pool Swinging high, so low beneath you I have to climb onto the floor Hopelessness is profound Hopelessness is profound Come back to yourself Come back stronger
2.
Fail to See 02:37
Three blind mice, three blind mice See how they run See how they Run away, your heresy The things you thought would set you free Are not what they're supposed to be Not what they're supposed to be You don't need eyes, you fail to see Your mind endures, your flesh is weak It ties you up and burns you down At least it never gets old Did you ever see such a sight in your life? Did you ever see such a knife? No i never did, no I never will You don't need eyes, you fail to see Whether it cuts you up Or it burns you to death You'll wish you saw it But you knew it was there Blameless? more like complicit! You're the lead in the bullets You bear the mark And you bear the omniscience too
3.
The Chalice 02:31
I heard a sound And did not know what it was I sought wisdom in the chalice But there was none The sounds called to me And I knew them as Human souls human souls We're all tired of living but too stubborn not to survive Time is unforgiving when demand exceeds supply I am my own religion, faith is never questioning why If a body catch a body coming through the rye So i tracked them down To keep them for my own To claim the prize Of the chosen ones It was the the sound of death And the absence of all light Saint or bastard? The question still remains We're all tired of living but too stubborn not to survive Time is unforgiving when demand exceeds supply I am my own religion, faith is never questioning why If a body catch a body coming through the rye Cursed in all we do We conquer the day On the road to win But we die on the way Victory! Victory! Victory! There's no one left to sing our Our Praise Our Praise Who can win If there's no one left to sing Our Praise
4.
Rain down Rain down Prepare Hatchet storm Shield your eyes Run and hide Get below the Earth Get into the dirt Rain down Rain down Revenge Hatchet Storm Shield your mind From the shattered sky Get into the dirt Seek refuge in the Earth Now I've tried my level best to be nice about it But I'm too tired to give two shits Both of which have turned to dust, in the onslaught of Time Yet here I am, shit in hand, hand on heart on fire in hell With your deluded notions of a better tomorrow All you deserve is what you get and you get what you deserve A Storm is coming the world is ending like it always has forever How sweet is that? And how the fuck did we end up like this? Even the dirt is on fire The air is viscous or is that just the blood in my lungs? And who cares anyway? At least I'm lying down. At least I don't have to get up
5.
Harbingers 04:17
They caught me down at the corner of the sun with a lion in the wings and a monkey on the run Two flat feet, a rollie and a sack, with one whole ounce of a Good-God-Damn The King of Killers is the saviour in our street and the saviour of our souls is a loser and a Cheat Renegade children living in your house 'cos the revolution never had a mortgage and a Spouse Mark one - the first of its breed Mark two - marginally exceeds Mark three - not enough, we need more Mark four - we already lost the war Count it off, count it down, count me out of this ragged little town Each iteration is a little bit worse We're driving to the future in a candy-coated hearse Mark one - the first of its breed Mark two - marginally exceeds Mark three - not enough, we need more Mark four - we already lost the war It just keeps getting worse But we're the best At decomposing in the sun Abandoned The ground is made of snakes The snakes are made of glass Crush them with your heel Barefoot and broken we are nothing Not even civilised Not. Even. Kind
6.
Newsfeeds are objects for the free and they make us want to hate You're in the driver's seat but the steering wheel is fake Emotion-jacking your lizard brain Till the wealth is trickling down, it's trickling down, its trickling down your face It cost us everything We're civilised until we peel back the first layer of skin Injustice is everywhere, your delicate sensibilities are fake To the back of the line there's a prize for your mind and it will make you feel good But you can't get over this at all And the amplification of a negative station is super beatbox disco-breakin' hate It cost us everything We're civilised until we peel back the first layer of skin Told to break the mould Nourished by machines Nourished by machines It's us and them Bipartisan Well-equipped, weaponised self-interest It cost us everything We're civilised until we peel back the first layer of skin Told to break the mould Nourished by machines Nourished by machines
7.
Through the cold expanse We, of tooth and claw and rank Soldiers swarm the darkness Ursine death marches on We will fight the stars We will drink the Sun We are not your gods But you will need one They will poison the light And eat and roar and fight You can hear them across the stars Their violence becomes a song We will fight the stars We will drink the Sun We are not your gods But you will need one Galaxies burn, as we fight the Sun Gravity wells, slake the thirst we conquer
8.
A philistine with a serious mind Complex and refined and nothing that a bullet can't stop The kind of rage for a serious age on a digital page Let's my family know that I am the boss I'm the man, I'm the fire brand, I am Sam, Maradonna man I am the the hand of God A holy roller and I'm turning tricks over A busted Corolla in a pitch black parking lot I got so much glass in my feet I cut the street when I walk I got so much glass in my soul I cut the sky when I pray God of the city, Goliath's son, Omega supreme Stars are a pattern of bruises across the sky Videosyncratic feed I got so much glass in my feet I cut the street when I walk I got so much glass in my soul I cut the sky when I pray This is the endless refrain and it will end all the same Just like a putrid disease I tried my best to relate but I failed to connect I just fray at the seams I am without fear and without shame I am perfect and I am beyond sane This screen protects me from your reasons It's my armour against insignificance The last line of defence against torment Against complacency is resistance The last line of defence against torment And mediocrity, is persistence
9.
No Reward 03:05
They'll watch you burn And they'll give you hell There's no reward No reward Take my hand I'll walk you through hell Fall on your sword There's no reward No reward Let's work it out Let's put time aside That time is stacking up and it's stacking high Try to remember a world where you could hide And I'll show you a memory Where pigs can fly It lives inside you and on your skin, we shut the door but it's coming in You cannot hide You only sacrifice You cannot trust your senses Your senses lie We are the viewers we live to interact We are no longer authors The lights dance inside our brains while our bodies rot It lives inside you and on your skin, we shut the door but it's coming in
10.
I am a deserter, I am lost, I cannot fight on because I object My panic is real though my premise is not I don't have a pulse but I'll take yours The living are prey and killing is life but I don't agree so I laid down my scythe Harvesting souls, extinguishing light, function is nothing so I Defect I Defect I Defect I Defect I Defect I Defect I Defect I Defect Court Marshalled by the angel of death High treason at his hand The enemy I let escape now roams the earth in search of flesh It ain't cool but it's kinda funny man I Defect I Defect I Defect I Defect I Defect I Defect I Defect I Defect Treason in the army of the dead Treason in the army of the dead But they aren't bound by celestial rule Satisfied only to feed Complexity; that which, I despise I only want a simple life So I doom you all I doom you all

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released December 23, 2022

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Experimental sludge. Big dirty riffs, lots of shouting and also some nice bits, you'll love it.

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