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Band: Propitious Vegetation Album: Moral Abomination Release Date: April 5, 2024 Zack Plunkett: All music and vocals Produced by Zack Plunkett Mastered by Samuel Turbitt at Ritual Studios Artwork by H8work Arts 00:00 Kill The Culture 02:47 Next One In Line 06:01 The Art Of Deception 08:26 Not The Only One 11:29 Roll The Tape 14:02 Knee Deep In Arrogance LYRICS: KILL THE CULTURE I won't comply With a culture that feeds on innocence I won't conform to a standard of death I won't sell my values To make you feel comfortable I won't be forced to hide who I am I don't give a fuck I'm not here for your acceptance I'm not here to fit in My decisions Are made for me and the voiceless Won't stay chained to your expectations Won't be bound For standing for something real Choke on the dirt From the dust you're left in Your scorn reflects your misery NEXT ONE IN LINE Smell the blood You're the next one in line This will only hurt a second Don't mistake empathy for passivity It's easy to breathe Without the boot on your neck Softball delivery straight down the line Spoon-fed a message to suit your liking Put on a face burdened by tragedy Then plug your ears like it doesn't exist Resuming decisions That keep them enslaved Speaking of peace while holding the knife No sunlight, no air to breathe Not a chance of survival Smell the blood You're the next one in line This will only hurt a second Don't mistake empathy for passivity It's easy to breathe Without the boot on your neck Products, move them quickly Products, move them quickly Put on a face burdened by tragedy Then plug your ears like it doesn't exist Resuming decisions That keep them enslaved Speaking of peace while holding the knife THE ART OF DECEPTION It was only a game to you It was only a name for you Your only motive was rooted in your status To feel different From the ones that surround you The world's cruel But we strive to make a difference We still have a choice To pay for peace Or contribute to the violence Trendy culture, influencing our motives Week to week, craving something new Forever seeking, staying blind to the carnage The culture's taken a hold of you It's not for us, but it's all for them Still striving to make a dent NOT THE ONLY ONE Darkness, where's my mother Chained, in a cage in the dark and bleeding Heartless, I don't belong here Sounds of the screaming, panic increasing I hear voices surrounding Their hands violate me Inflicting pain, all I see Is there no one to save me My screams echo Throughout these stalls Of the cold and the hungry Knee deep, piss and feces In this existence, can't breathe What kind of beings are these Upon our flesh, they feed The cruelty, stop this please You've brought us to our knees You lay your head down at night In comfort, you're tucked in tight Contrast this with their plight Careless, ripped from your sight Darkness, where's my mother Chained, in a cage in the dark and bleeding Heartless, I don't belong here Sounds of the screaming, panic increasing Gas stinging, burning into my eyes Blades scraping, cutting into my neck How can we pursue change When no one gives a fuck about it Separate them, bred for slaughter Scream louder, push harder Scream louder, push harder Someone has to speak up I'm fucking tired of pretending Put yourself in those cages You're not the only one with feelings ROLL THE TAPE What are your standards How do you justify Face to face with your morals Don't hide your face from this Roll the tape Masses scream, manipulated Gassed to death and penetrated For their flesh, you've been sedated Fix your eyes upon the gated I don't understand it (Head and heart conflicted) Turn your head, disgusted (Craving flesh, your addicted) Betrayed, you're the trusted (Innocence, the afflicted) Decaying flesh, your prescription (Billions die by your decisions) What are your standards How do you justify Face to face with your morals Don't hide your face from this Roll the tape KNEE DEEP IN ARROGANCE Ignorance infecting the minds Faulty flesh, continuing the cycle Like a viral impulse Paying for murder, objective cruelty Pinnacle of creation, a fucking joke Slowly declining with each generation Breeding into selfishness Teaching apathy, raised to be careless One by one, we're here to consume Raping this planet, waiting for a god Needlessly taking, carelessly killing A nation of excess, a hunger never filled Plague bearers until the end The wrath of extinction will follow Tread lightly On the soil that bears your graves The screams left unheard Calling out your names Excerpts by Gary Yourofsky For more information watch: “Dominion“ “Earthlings“
