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BUY/STREAM HERE Merch: Bandcamp: Spotify: Apple Music: Single: Utopia Lain In Ruins Released: January 7, 2024 Genre: Deathcore Location: Charleston, West Virginia Facebook: Instagram: Twitter: TikTok: @a_fitting_end Line-up: Leon MacGregor - Vocals/Lyrics Opie Smith III - Guitars James Blanton - Bass Tyler Bunting - Drums Credits: Douglas Smith with SonicSculpt Studios (Digital Creator) Recorded, Mixed & Mastered - Tyler Bunting (Racket Room Audio) Orchestrations - Jonathan Barnett (Hazardous Studios) Artwork - Mikey Corica (Curse Designs) Opie Smith III Proudly Endorsed by Acoustik Attak Guitar Picks Stringjoy Guitar Strings Solar Guitars Lyrics: An autocrat ascends to the throne Believing himself to be benevolent & pure Are we so different from him? I'm not so sure I'm not quite so sure For you see, the road to hell is paved with good intentions The red dawn Dwells in the hearts & minds of the naive & ignorant Hammer clenched within fist To enforce with totality & a Sickle to cut apart families A tyranny of mediocrity Suppressing all success Only to invest in the dead Mass graves Unbridled human potential thrown to waste Mass graves, a compost heap of the dead What makes you think you know better? What makes you think you can do better in carving out a utopia? It will never exist It will never fucking exist Their long march toward progress They'll never reach an end goal Blood & bodies strewn about their road For you can justify any evil To inflict upon your fellow man Convinced you act with a righteous hand Living out their sheltered existence Basking in the pleasures of convenience Mound upon mound of wasted flesh Drowning in your sea of ignorance Thinking yourselves so benevolent and so pure Is this not what you wanted? Is this not what you asked for? Equality at the end of a gun? Lyrics: The seeds of hatred they had sown for me I was watering them from the very beginning In anticipation of the rotted fruit to blossom forth For I am ever eager to feast upon their Bounty of scorn So it did, spring from the leaves that came from those shriveled up seeds I plucked them immediately & gorged myself ever so deliciously & when they planted daggers in my back, I cried, go ahead and... Dig deeper deeper in The fools, they had believed themselves to be the only ones praying for my downfall But I've been in that line with my hands clasped & head bowed down all along They never held power over me So proceed with the fork tongue lashing Holy water dousing Pitchfork waving Spit your f*cking vitriolic poison into my soul & smite me down as yet another witch to be burnt down at the stake All the machinations are in motion for me to claim my rightful place as a martyr of hate So smite me down oh holy grand inquisitor For I hath committed the gravest of offenses Hast thouest not found me guilty of wrong think? Hast thouest not found me guilty of hate speech? Puritan... Time to pay the price for painting outside of your lines all my life & freeing minds from your victimizing lies These were but once noble pastimes of mine Their ideas & words ring hollow As they begin to ready the gallows Tie the rope around our throats Cast into deep waters to test if we'll float Put upon the stake & set ablaze Cleansed in the fires of a new age puritanical inquisition Racing to the bottom of an unrelenting conformist ideology Puritan... Go on having now been born witness to the rise of a new civic religion The formation of a gnostic cult ⚒ SLAM WORLDWIDE ⚒ Email: contact@ Website: Facebook Page: Facebook Group: Instagram: Twitter: TikTok: @slam_worldwide Big Cartel: ℗ & © 2024 A Fitting End All rights reserved.
