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by Hospital Bomber

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released November 22, 2013

Recorded on November 10th and 17th by Eric Struth at The Rat Cave, Allston MA.

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Track Name: From Edge To Heroin
Look to the roof
Pray to the sky
No one is here
Watching you die
This is the end
Count back from ten
All of your prayers
Lost in the end
I had nothing
They wanted more
But I gave it all
Misplaced hatred
Unguided anger
Nothing for us
Fuck them all
No god
No one was there -
There watching over every fucking one
The city is crumbling to ashes
As you sit and pray to your god
Nobody cares so nobody will save you
Everyone will die alone
Track Name: Faux News
America
Land of the sick
The brainwashed and enslaved
Scientific experiments making us insane
Give us your sick, your weak or your tired
We will revolt
Crush your fucking throne
America
Land of the sick
The brainwashed and enslaved
Scientific experiments keeping us insane
Give us your sick, your weak or your tired
We will revolt
Crush your fucking throne
Force fed bullshit truth
Lie straight to you
Force Fed Bullshit truth
And they tell you
They won't give it
They won't
I want freedom
Track Name: Blackwater
polo-shirted, tan cargo, nazi swarm
black tinted suvs parked on your front lawn,
wake up, flash bang surprise attack.
private sector army fucking patriot act

the time's passed for holding out hope
no time left to fucking work things out
democracy cant stop this disease
this leadership has left us on our knees
no time left to fucking work things out
no time left theres no fucking hope
democracy cant stop this disease
leadership has left us on our fucking knees

Blackwater is your death
they'll have your last fucking breath
blackwater is your demise
dispatched, with cold dead eyes.

ARM YOURSELVES

FOR WAR
Track Name: Suckerstone
Working my hands straight into stone
Crushing my teeth right into bone
All for you master
High on your throne
I fucking hate this
I fucking quit
I haven't got a fucking job
In the world
Track Name: Confessions Of A Serial Killer
So far from comfort
So close to the edge
Visions of house fires dance through my head
Seven miles a day
Breathing in shit
Can't catch a break
Might as well quit
Why can't you do it
Choking on fear
I never said
I belong here
I am just shit
Nothing like you
I can admit
I just deserve to be dead
Kill me
No good for anyone
Worthless
Poor excuse for your fucking son