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Conditioned and controlled I feel my mind seeping down my neck taste it in my throat and feel fucking sick I let my guard down now I'm covered in shit drowning in filth we're covered in shit Ignored the signs of a bought life, a sold soul, I fell by design a systematic penetration of my mind commodity culture has taken its hold of me How do I fight this beast, this parasite that skulks in shadowed daylight? Infiltrates in subtlety tells me what kind of man to be I'll be just who I want to be FIGHT, RESIST Ignore their bribes cleanse yourself from the shit we've been rolling in they advertise yourself to you in a mirror of conditioning I WON'T BUY
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In the floating quiet of hurricanes, there's a soft sort of deep-sea calm Silent but for the cracking cries of wailing mothers Soothing but for the eyes of the dead The pressure builds Dogs of war begin to growl Pale eyes -- eyes of the dead
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PORKLORD 02:08
Courtesy, Professionalism, Respect What a cute little motto for a gang of fucking dicks Walk the block for latinos and blacks Violating rights as you stop and frisk NYPD - 250's NYPD Gang of fucking dicks Mob of racist pricks... Stop and frisk
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Caddisfly 06:52
Past hurts, insecurities, regrets, dead friends, they all kick blankets from beds in the dark. They leave knuckled grooves on dry wall, and bring silhouettes of hesitant faces by the door. The aquatic larval caddisfly create a casing from their surroundings, they'll spend this phase of life hiding in dull rock and deadwood The aquatic larval caddisfly create a home in weathered rock and the remnants of the dead But when the sun hits, red and gold and silver Shout and glisten through the water Shout from the shell of me, of sore memories Shout from the tender and fleshy center of me But when the sun hits I see death But when the sun hits I let go I've passed through a trout's intestines before I've felt the tough leather scales of a reptile cover my body

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released December 11, 2012

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Windmill of Corpses Prescott, Arizona

We are a 3 piece stoner/sludge band from Prescott, AZ. We play a mixture of metal, punk and whatever the hell else happens.

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