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Chupacabra
03:44
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Piercing eyes
Gateways to eternity
Berraging aggression
A mortal wound inflicted
Lustful Fangs
Thirsting for the sting
Slaughtering
Defenseless kids
Without evidence of presence
Chupacabra
Goat Sucker
Not a shred of physical evidence
No every word is true
Ramblings of peyote affected
Yes the legends are real
A nightmare from the movie Species
One must never let the truth
At best they’re just dogs with rabies
Stand in the way of a good yarn
Has legend manifested?
A myth that hurt no one
A glorious K9 like alien
It's not a load of shit
El Chupacabra exists
Never let the truth
Get in the way of a good yarn
RISE!
GOATSUCKAH
LIVE!
GOATSUCKAH
REIGN!
GOATSUCKAH
YOW!
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Cicada
03:00
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Down in the dirt
Buried underground
For years
Sucking on root sap
It’s time
Time to emerge
In numerous hordes
Time to be heard
SCREAM FUCK DIE
This is life
SCREAM FUCK DIE
Is this life?
SCREAM FUCK DIE
This is life
SCREAM FUCK DIE
A succinct existence
Shedding skin
Becoming something new
Something better
Leaving behind
A rejected husk
Of ones former selves
It’s time to take flight
SCREAM FUCK DIE
This is life
SCREAM FUCK DIE
Is this life?
SCREAM FUCK DIE
This is life
SCREAM FUCK DIE
A succinct existence
*David Attenborough voice*
The screams go on for weeks
As does the shunting, rutting and fucking
Until the dance floor is littered with spent carcasses
*Riff Start*
Empty larval cases
Dead skin husks
Cover the ground below
High above the brood begins to sing
The noise is ear splitting
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3. |
Seymour Butts
00:07
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Souls For Soil
04:12
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Taken from home
Land and sea
Stripped naked
Disarmed
Dehumanized
Replacing your blood
With their God
Coercive leaders
Exploit and neutralize
A fermented river flows through the veins
Poisoning bloodlines
Dilution
Dissolution
Sedating worlds
A man with a nefarious purpose
Raped his land dry
Slaughtered his kin
In the name of progress
In the name of God, King and Country
A beast designed to dominate
They make you hate yourself
It devours from within
They make you hate yourself
On the land of your ancestors
They take your voice from you
Nothing but hate for your skin
Nothing but hate for your soul
They make you hate yourself
They make you hate yourself
They make you hate yourself
Because they hate themselves
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Doomscroll Auckland, New Zealand
Providing the soundtrack to the end times. If the end is indeed nigh, we figure we may as well have some fun with it.
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