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The Object of Infection

by Crucial Rip

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I am not a victim My problems are my own creations Manifestations of subconscious fears Consume my entire being And I don’t know if things are ever Going to change Not unless I stand up and fight Fight for my own fucking life Manifestations of Subconscious fears Consume my entire being And I don’t know if Things will ever change Not unless I stand up and fight Fight for my Fight for my Own fucking Life I can’t waste another moment Scared of what’s to come The anxiety is overwhelming Pressure swelling in my lungs My shoulders going to give in From this weight that I bear But my problems are fucking nothing Compared to state of this earth No more fucking pity parties This won't be my fate Pulsing back and forth, these thoughts Rush through my head If I didn’t have this outlet Than I’d already be dead With perseverance and integrity, I’ll remain It is time to take it all back Life reclaimed Don’t let Your path be determined by Insecurity (Anxiety) Press forward Take charge Do or die No more fucking pity parties This won’t be my fate No longer a victim I’ve reclaimed my life Not a fucking coward Too strong to just die
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Empty, numb to it all With a bottle and a script as a way to absolve Half eaten, shitting out the remains Of what you used to be before you pushed the homies away. I want to see you try I won't tell you it's fine Ugh, I got ice in my veins, and a one shot ready to kill Final straw, shouting into the void before my blood is set to be spilled Signs of suffering (You never wanted to hear, my final breath is so near, but I got ice in my veins) Signs of suffering Signs of suffering (You never wanted to hear, my final breath is so near, but I got ice in my veins) Signs of suffering WHERE THE FUCK YOU AT Fuck Rotting from the inside out. Fuck Never could just get enough. Crucial Rip, get back motherfuckers, we’re coming to smoke all you weak ass phonies Fuck what you think, no respect for the ones who watch you bleed! I never said I would be fine They always fake cause they know what’s in my mind And now I wait Can’t even stand With my feet held to the furnace and a knife in my hand
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Blunt force to your fucking head A piece of shit like you Does not deserve the life he’s lead Curb stomp all the Nazi scum Your bigotry has been tolerated For far too long I won’t stand for it anymore Spreading Hate and ignorance Everywhere you follow With your footsteps Keep it up And I’ll make sure Those lips never Speak again That is not a threat It is a promise Step up Scalping nazis Have no sympathy Make racists afraid again Scalping Nazis Fuck your ideologies Make racists afraid again Blunt force to your fucking head A piece of shit like you Does not deserve the life he’s lead Curb stomp all the Nazi scum Your bigotry has been tolerated For far too long
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I am the Lord of the dead Your corpse Will serve me In my world Where you shall See a fate Far worse than hell They call me The tall man From what world I come No one’s ever known Try to stop me? Well go ahead and try But the king of death Cannot ever die Traveling all across the land I send spheres of madness Soaring from my wretched hands Those who oppose my will Shall meet their swift end A coffin is waiting for you The funeral is about to begin Into ground You were laid But your casket’s been disturbed By the tall one who preys On the freshly dead Corpse slave trade Shrunk and enslaved Into ground You were laid But your casket’s been disturbed Morningside Mortician No bone left unturned No Bone Left Unturned Mausoleum of Madness Black Hearse Spreading death like the plague Enter my Mausoleum of Madness Dwarf corpses Run around so frantic The man From another planet You’ll need more than just some buckshot to end this Morningside Mortician
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Sheer delusion of the masses. Thinly veiled deception Never ending reign of torment We must reclaim what is Ours before they try to Take away our sanity They make a problem just so they can sell the solution We are an excess culture wasting away I’d like to think that we will make it out alive The truth is we have no purpose And all this time I’ve been abused By a corporate system My body quivers and I’m sweating when it’s cold I’m having trouble breathing And when I sleep, I see visions of the dead I feel the greed in me seething You think that you can take what’s mine? I’d like to see you fucking try You think that you can take what’s mine? You’ll have to pry it from my cold, dead, hands With all the strength I have inside, I will never submit
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Behind, closed doors Our fates are sealed with the power of a word A bureaucratic system of abuse Breaking its own laws when it’s coming for you False flags, drone attacks Atomic bombs and giving chemicals to rats What you don’t know, what we can’t see Is a pattern of control so you will never be free NEW WORLD OR- DER Unacknowledged Secret black ops projects Paid for by unwilling masses Confidential Assassinating presidents We are all just pawns for them to throw away Class war, kill the poor Hiding technology to keep us enslaved Population, discipline Propaganda as a means to an end They try to hide, but in plain sight With weapons and machines that get into your mind What they don’t know, What they don’t see Is the power that we have when we unite to make peace NEW WORLD OR- DER Unacknowledged Secret black ops projects Paid for by unwilling masses Confidential Assassinating presidents We are all just pawns for them to throw away Misuse the living Dispose of the dead Misuse the living Dispose of the dead Selling guns to foreign nations Testing on our mental patients No remorse for exploitation Misuse the living Dispose of the dead Misuse the living Dispose of the dead Dispose of the dead DICK CHENEY MADE MONEY OFF THE IRAQ WAR AND THE CIA FUNNELED CRACK INTO BLACK COMMUNITIES BUT YOU STILL THINK, THAT YOU ARE SAFE THIS AIN’T A GAME, IT’S YOUR FUCKING LIFE
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released July 8, 2018

Recording/Mixing: Ryan Wolanski, C1 Studios
Mastering: Miguel Tereso, Demigod Recording
Art: Jason Burhans

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Crucial Rip is a Brutal Death Metal band from Richmond Virginia.

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