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Concrete Gore

from Concrete Gore by System Paralysis

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Terror fleeting, look at the sky now.
Beauty seeking, filling with rage now
See them dying, hopeless helpless
Please no more, Concrete Gore.

Bloodbath hellhouse, cooked-meat cinders
Why me, why this? You slip through my fingers
Screaming sirens, lost all meaning
Please no more, Concrete Gore.


Feeling so anaesthetised broken down and left to die
Why! Why! Why! For power, you took his life.
Nothing here that I can prove a sick and twisted point of view
Why! Why! Why! For money you tore her apart
Tainted memories can’t let go, left me vacant, now you know

(Tom) *repeated*

Another day where do I go, no compassion there’s no love
Why! Why! Why! For power, you took her life
Never look me in the eye, falling faster we divide
Why! Why! Why! For oil, she burned alive.
Never thought it’d be this way cast me out into the rain

Run away
They want it all its gone too far
Run Away
All of your pain, your virtues gone this time
Run away
All stricken down, you’re not alone
Run Away
Blinded by your ignorance, falling back we’re thrown against the wall

Guitar solo

Run away
They want it all its gone too far
Run Away
All of your pain and virtues gone this time
Run away
All stricken down, you’re not alone
Run Away
Blinded by your ignorance, falling back we’re thrown against the wall

No!

Drones blot out the sky sunlight once god,
Now a sign of pain of terror and of loss.
Nowhere left to flee, nowhere left to see
Tombs cast in concrete, demonic bondage

Genocide the game, no meaning but pain
Screaming please don’t shoot, but it’s all in vain.
You murder the weak and the poor, then pin them the blame
So I’d slit your fucking throat if the chance came.
There’s nothing you won’t stain, sick corporate whore
Concrete gore.

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from Concrete Gore, released May 5, 2016

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