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by Six Brew Bantha

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Perpetual Debt Face to faceless with the shell of a man Religion wont lead to god and success is a myth Reveling in clenched fistful of my own anger How you had faith in abandoning us You draw a chalk outline around our spirits Around our spirits remain You promote perpetual debt Never has someone trust looked so fucking hideous The most cynical smile I’ve ever seen Here we stay, here we’ll be This entity must stop functioning Always end up cheated always end defeated This objective must cease to exist Gain the strength to overcome disassemble come undone Perpetual debt
In increasing numbers Sheep in search of a shepherd Are clamoring upon destructive ideals Without understanding What their mouths are spewing They find themselves engaged In perpetual gang warfare An idea that should have blown its brains out lives on through their actions How have we not evolved beyond this? Minds imprisoned If you're so called pure ideal world is filled with people like you I'm glad I'll never see the day you fucks finally have your way
Wasted Life Rotting to the core A culture that feels no more Spite and strife breed sickness Signed off human conscience Waiting for all thought to die The audience sits and watches not giving a fuck Politicians craving for power won't stop assimilating themselves into gods even as thousands die, enslaved by warfare and death. Tortured, you are running from the chaos but silenced by those at the top. At some point you will kneel down or attempt suicide. Waiting for the eventual promised turnaround, not knowing you're already fucked. An unstoppable statewide media tangent keeps the people in the dark. If the lights turned on they would not vacillate to immediately arm themselves and take down their desolate dungeon of death. We cannot remain indifferent with this damned existence waiting for us right around the corner. Unless we step up and stop this spreading totalitarianism we really might as well be fucking dead.
Suffering at the hands of your protector will your inner sanctum remain unbroken? Order and justice are fucking fabricated. Everyone trusts some faceless power to keep them safe from evil without ever stopping to question what evil truly is, corrupt enforcers of so-called truth in turn corrupt us, inhuman beings laughing down at us. Pray to us at our altar we can make you immortal. Order controls till it kills you for looking back. Everything's breaking and dying because of your control.
Blank expression, recoiling back from the world's liars. Confide in compromise that your lies will fade away knowing that we're gonna die. Confidence warped by cancerous society. Whining for your cut, puking out filler, may you fall from your tower and wake up crushed.
The death of the sane is the only cure for a mind full of pain in a world full of people who all think the same. A genetic reason for nothing at all, slowing right down from a trudge to a crawl. Thanks for the schizophrenic disorder.
Addiction deaths self decision Seemed harmless in retrospect Dependency or self-medication? I no longer self respect. Substance I can rely on for how long? Full recognition of what one has become Hereditary disease, like father like son When vice turns to crutch (our downfall) You’ve been cheated by choice, The drug ends social struggle but the drug is now your voice Heritage through blood, blinded by a curse, doping I exist Our downfall.
Fabricated lies Promising deception People are in order Yet unorganized Every second is wasted time Every word is brainwashed lies Minds closed, hidden from guilt, what's to become of this world? What you've been shown, what you've been told, reality has been canceled If you put your trust in media's hands
The general population's misguided confusion Is the oppressor's primary tool For imposing greater restrictions And ultimately forcing us towards a police state Increased police presence due to sports riots swallowed whole by a general public unwilling to recognize these destructive energies as a symptom of greater issues attributed to us as people rather than the conditions by which we exist
Your narrow chain of command Suspending corrupted details Vapid heaven upheld on earth For superficial minds Completely distraught into upholding the endless tide of reason Perched at the gates to your own private part of a fictional heaven Condemning beats without souls compromise this massive brainwashed herd being led to slaughter
I’m only here for you Just like your only here for you You say the world isn't fair Accepting that notion is what puts it there A delayed response when I tell you I’m fed up with it Sarcasm not as subtle as cynicism yet you still don’t understand it Smiling lines an aged face kept straight, frustration vented through alcoholism, increased heart rate One way, education, career and wife two kids 26 years spent right, stop look back and where is my life.



released April 20, 2012


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Six Brew Bantha Victoria, British Columbia

Three piece grindcore band from Victoria, BC. Get in touch for record trades/DIY booking help in BC/bullshitting about fast music: sixbrewbantha@gmail.com

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