Plurals

by PATHOGENIC

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released 07 November 2014

Mixed, Mastered and Produced by Anthony Lusk-Simone at Zenbeast AV in Ashburnham, MA

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Track Name: South Park Theme
Goin' down to south park gonna have myself a time!
Friendly faces everywhere, humble folks without temptation!
Goin' down to south park gonna leave my woes behind!
Ample parking day or night, people spouting howdy neighbour!
Goin' down to south park gonna see if i cant unwind,
I like girls with fat tittes, i like girls with big pussies!
Come on down to south park, and meet some friends of mine.
Track Name: Dig (Mudvanye Cover)
Dig, bury me underneath
Everything that I am rearranging
Dig, bury me underneath
Everything that I was slowly changing

I would love to beat the face
Of any motherfucker that's thinking, they can change me
White knuckles grip pushing through for the gold
If you're wanting a piece of me, I'll break the motherfucking mold
I'm drowning in your wake
Shit rubbed in my face
Teething on concrete
Gums bleeding

Dig, bury me underneath
Everything that I am rearranging
Dig, bury me underneath
Everything that I was slowly changing

I struggle in violated space
Sell out motherfuckers in the biz that try to fuck me
Hang from their T's rated PG insight
I ain't selling my soul when there's nothing to buy
I'm livid in my space
Pissing in my face
Fuck you while you try
To fuck me

Dig, bury me underneath
Everything that I am rearranging
Dig, bury me underneath
Everything that I was, you ain't fuckin' changing me

I would like to meet the face of any motherfucker who's thinkin they can change me!

Dig
Dig
Dig
Dig
Dig, my, my motherfucker
Dig, my, my motherfucker
Dig, my, my motherfucker
Dig

Let me help you tie the rope around your neck
Let me help to talk you the wrong way off a ledge
Let me help you hold the clock against your head
Let me help you tie the rope around your neck
Let me help to talk you the wrong way off a ledge
Let me help you hold the clock against your head
Let me help to chain the weights onto your legs
Get on the plank fuck

Dig, bury me underneath
Everything that I am rearranging
Dig, bury me underneath
Everything that I was slowly changing

Wish you were committing
Suicide sucking on a mother fucking tailpipe
Dead man walking on a tight rope
Limbless in the middle of a channel bombs away
Track Name: Bulls on Parade (Rage Against the Machine Cover)
Come wit it now!
Come wit it now!

The microphone explodes, shattering the molds
Either drop tha hits like de la O or get tha fuck off tha commode
Wit tha sure shot, sure ta make tha bodies drop
Drop an don't copy yo, don't call this a co-op
Terror rains drenchin', quenchin' tha thirst of tha power dons
That five sided fist-a-gon
Tha rotten sore on tha face of mother earth gets bigger
Tha triggers cold empty ya purse

Rally round tha family! With a pocket full of shells
They rally round tha family! With a pocket full of shells
They rally round tha family! With a pocket full of shells
They rally round tha family! With a pocket full of shells

Weapons not food, not homes, not shoes
Not need, just feed the war cannibal animal
I walk tha corner to tha rubble that used to be a library
Line up to tha mind cemetery now
What we don't know keeps tha contracts alive an movin'
They don't gotta burn tha books they just remove 'em
While arms warehouses fill as quick as tha cells
Rally round tha family, pockets full of shells

Rally round tha family! With a pocket full of shells
They rally round tha family! With a pocket full of shells
They rally round tha family! With a pocket full of shells
They rally round tha family! With a pocket full of shells

Bulls on parade

Come wit it now!
Come wit it now!
Bulls on parade!
Bulls on parade!
Bulls on parade!
Bulls on parade!
Bulls on parade!
Track Name: (sic) (Slipknot Cover)
Enemy - Show me what you wanna be
I can handle anything
Even if I can't handle you
Readily - Either way it better be
Don't you fuckin' pity me
Get up, get off...
What the hell am I sayin'?
I don't know about malevolent
Sure as hell decadent
I want somebody to step up, step off
Walls! Let me fall! Fuck you all!
Get a grip, don't let me slip 'til I drop the ball

I - I want it all!
Fuck this shit, I'm sick of it
You're goin' down, this is a war!

Who the fuck am I to criticize your twisted state of mind?
You're leavin' me suspect, I'm leavin' you grotesque
Feels like a burn from which you never learn
Cause and effect, you jealous ass
Press your face against the glass - suffer

I want it all!
Fuck this shit, I'm sick of it
You're goin' down, this is a war!
I've just begun
It's about that time
Gotta get mine

You can't kill me
Cuz I'm already inside you

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