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New album Director’s Cuts out on February 24th. Available at: Produced & Recorded by Matt Clarke Mixed & Mastered by Lance Prenc Visuals by Neck Up Collective – Lyrics: Slaves to the saw Bloodshed on red carpets Roll em out, every sick dog marked a target Shove all your help Shovelling shit on my shoulders And cracking their belts Cancer cut from the meat Tumour torn from their teeth I've taken bigger shits than their band You'll learn to snitch, learn to burn every bridge Open every decade old slit on the wrist Hold out your hands Here's some advice, stop Not much left after they've taken their cuts Give up Cunts that can't hack it and kids that won't make the… Sliced necks Kill all your friends Do anything to get a head What the fuck is the message again? All pretend, no substance Cut them down to size Ties are severed, severed, severed They said over my dead body I said my fucking pleasure Deathcore is dead Cut off the head Too sick to save Don't speak its name Rip out the page, rip out the page Slaves to the grave Oh yes, we're making a killing Got em all hooked, dragged into the sheds for the milking Get the message yet? Take a fucking hint The truth, hard to stomach Cut your shoot This is your bit Yuck Killing for the sake of killing I'll save you some time, I've checked There's nothing new in the lyrics You're all just maggots swarming on my meat Defecate on your dinner plates Already morbid obese Still, they ordered a feast Advice? Stop Puppets have tangled their strings Dying in nooses they made Too many flies on the wall, might need to fumigate Sliced necks Kill all your friends Do anything to set a trend What the fuck is the message again? All weakness, no justice Cut them down to size Ties are severed, severed, severed They said “over my dead body“ I said my fucking pleasure Deathcore is dead They're teaching violence to their offspring Carve a meat chart right into their fucking soft skin Just to help them never forget the side they picked Given a birds-eye view through chain-link Armed & active, it's target practice Look what the rat dragged in Dying, weak In the bin
