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Absurd Condition
05:00
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Push the stone, powerless but proud
Given to this wretched condition
No divine hand shall ever interfere
Ephemeral moments of conquest
Surmount this fate with scorn
And except your misery
Through all of hell, it is absurd
In the raging heat, with a broken back
Devoid of faith, so live your life
And fear death
The struggle towards the heights
Is enough to fill some souls
You watch the stone rush past
Down, down and away
And except the task once more
Now briefly free of labour
You return to your destiny
Through all of hell, it is absurd
In the raging heat, with one task
Reject death, by your own hand
Internal Revolt
Push the stone, it is your fate
It is absurd it is absurd
Fear your Death, without Hope
Already dead already dead
Acceptance acceptance,
Sisyphus, accept it
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Endless
04:43
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An endless stream of bodies flow
Into the lower East side
Whores of the world get to visit the farm
Where their sins get taken
Magnificent constellations align
Honest living, the quiet kind
Just another tiny Master
They found Mona out back in the garbage
Shot full of love
There is no end to the pain in the world
Convicted of taking 27 but he confessed to almost 50
22 caliber revolver, a dildo for a silencer
When the party starts at the pig farm palace
The good times are guaranteed
Slow to get wise, when the drugs kick in
Their miserable lives reduced to
Nothing
...Paradise of dirt and meat and blood
Human flesh ground up with pig
And brought to market
22 caliber revolver a dildo for a silencer
With one round shot
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The Turning
05:21
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The silence, getting deeper....turning
Turn inside out, long way gone
Now exposed for all to see
And in the end
Deal with the Devil, coax a losing hand
Put faith in the Chosen
Find only forked tongues
A life in shadow, no one left to trust
Turn back to the liar
Tell him what you need
To bring you to your knees
Sell your soul
Tomorrow when the sun breaks
Will it burn bright or will it fade
Turned inside out, so far gone
Now exposed and left for dead
When the ground you are on
Shifts beneath your feet
When those entrusted
Turn their back to you
Your own weak voice conspires against you
Turn back to the liar
Tell him what you need
To bring your body to its knees
Sell your soul, sell your soul to me
When you let it go, a spirit free to fly
The picture seems so clear
But the air gets hard to breathe
Sometimes
And now the noise is gone
Never coming back
Sell your soul, sell your soul
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Olde Toronto, Ontario
Olde is a band from the Greater Toronto area that focuses on crushing heaviness and the almighty power of the
riff.
Vocals- Doug McLarty
Guitars- Greg Dawson and Chris "Hippy" Hughes
Drums- Ryan Aubin
Bass- Cory McCallum
facebook.com/Gergbwcstudios/
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