See Something Say Something

by Blood Red

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released 28 August 2013

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Track Name: We Are All Crazy On The Inside
We are all crazy on the inside

Words are words are words
Boring and contrite
If you want a message to be heard
You must end a life

Life is nothing more
Than pumps and valves and drains
Possession of a soul is for
For the lame

Brains go tick and tock
Turning instinct into plans
Suffocate your desires
Suffocate your demands

Head in the sand
Eliminate, drown temptations

Focus inside
Empty your mind
Eliminate, fake sensations

Cast
Lure
Eliminate, all expectations

Ahh
Eternal rest subsides

Caring is the worst
Drought makes the mind race
Erase the paths of stimulants
Gone without a trace
Track Name: Till Duet Do Us Part
Till Duet do us Part

Sundown and the thirst

Evil that we breathe

It’s a blessing not a curse

Every creature needs to feed

I’ll bring you to the slaughter

You look ripe for the picking

Follow me sons and daughters

Feast and you will grow

Flee this town

But I can’t leave

Bury yourself

One last plea

Cut the chord

I’m on my knees

Blade sinks in

Visions cease

I’ll bring you to the slaughter

You look ripe for the picking

Follow me songs and daughters

Feast and you will

Free the terror inside your soul

Concentrate and paralyze

Think of nothing

Enter demons in disguise

End the things that you despise

Concentrate

Paralyze

Enter demons

End the things that you despise.
Track Name: Fixation On A Cubicle Dweller
Fixation on a Cubicle Dweller

What will you do when It’s all gone?
I’m talking about the decay of our modern world

I arm myself
for post-apocalyptic times
I arm myself
With these hardened working hands

The grid is out we’ve reached endless dark
No dial tones, no static noise

There’s a sound you wish you hadn’t heard
Pressboard villa walls rattle and shake
Your food and water gone, stolen by the strong
How are those IT skills, working for you now?

I arm myself
for post-apocalyptic times
I arm myself
With these hardened working hands

Under cover
Of thick cement
I can hear limp bodies
Falling down
Two months no communication
No one is shielded from the EMP
I am a survivor
In the end of times
Stockpiled skills fill my mind


I will survive in dying times
I will take what I need
What’s yours is mine





In time
The acid rain pours down
Pitter patter on your makeshift roof
You wish you learned more than how to earn
Last breath

I find your body limp
But still warm to the touch
Fats to be rendered there’s no time to waste

Your body, my commodity
Boil pieces down
Light of my life, is the end of yours
Track Name: Coarse (of) Action
Coarse (of) Action

Grab my wrists

Pin me down

Fulfill my fantasy

Extract the sounds

Cause I’m on a mission

Not a pleasure cruise

To throw away your missionary

Let inhibitions lose

Leave

Leave marks on me

Leave

Leave marks on me

Ashes to ashes

Dust to lust

To pain to numb

To mask to chains

Succumb to cum

Leave

Leave marks on me

Leave

Leave marks on me

I am the giver that you seek

Cold sweat on torn sheets

I am the sugar in your wounds

Lick them out so sticky sweet