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Day To Day
02:40
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Feces Pieces: Day To Day.
(Lyrics: Tom P. / Music: Paul C, Steve F.)
With these words, I express myself;
With these words, I heal myself.
Lacerations inflicted,
Those that affect my mind and body;
Caused by words and brute force,
I wear my scars on my face.
Unwilling to be controlled,
I struggle for my own free will;
Fall on discipline and self-control,
I try to retain some self-respect.
My words will heal me,
My suffering will condition my mind;
So that I'll become a strong opponent,
To stand on my own.
Day to day, I won't subject myself;
I'll diverge from restrictions,
Stick to my mindset,
To upset the opposition.
Won't regret my words,
To be forever true to myself,
And anyone who feels these words.
To anyone who feels these words...
Those who feel the pain of compromise,
Forget self-pity; stand for yourself...
Day to day, I won't give in...
These are my words,
This is my existence;
Fuck off!
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Retribution
03:06
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Feces Pieces: Retribution.
(Lyrics: Tom P, Steve F. / Music: Steve F.)
Method of pain to define my sound;
Emotional strain to bring it down.
Why did you disrespect me?
Anger blinds me; I can’t see.
Distorted strands of reality;
Contorting abstractions of sanity.
My will is not at all free;
Hatred takes command of me!
Order of hate cries for assault;
All of my stress is your fucking fault.
Through my suffering, I can see;
That you’re my victim of hostility!
Victim of Hostility!
Hate… Time to feel my hate!
Kicked to the side, victim of your lies;
My fists rain down in a storm of pain!
Trial by fury, I’m judge and jury;
Who are you to judge me anyway!?
Come on…
Kicked to the side, victim of your lies;
My fists rain down in a storm of pain!
Trial by fury, I’m judge and jury;
Who are you to judge me anyway!?
You’d better watch your back;
You’d better watch your back;
You’d better watch your back;
Watch for my attack!
You’d better watch your back;
You’d better watch your back;
You’d better watch your back;
Watch for my attack!
Retribution!
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Degenerate
02:41
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Feces Pieces: Degenerate.
(Lyrics: Tom P. / Music: Steve F.)
Consumed by the fires that burn in our minds;
We’ve cut out our eyes, smashing the form of this world.
Governed by idiots for money and power,
We’re still plagued by their festering swill.
Can’t eliminate our fucking senses,
Leaving ourselves numb and dependent.
An act of suicide, they’ve forced on us;
Can’t give in to their greed and distrust.
Head-fucks, all that surrounds us;
Inhale their stench.
Stretch out our arms,
And embrace the Hell in our heads.
Self-loathing was our mistake;
Their fucked views must degenerate.
Their corrupt views spawn our hate;
They’re breaking our will until we suffocate.
Our will to be free, they decimate;
Confusing us, so we can’t concentrate.
Anger binds, and takes hold;
Fuck their rules for mass-control.
Deny constrained ways of thinking;
Disassociate ourselves from them.
Degenerate…
Corrupted, lives disrupted;
To be a team player is to die.
Not trusted, disgusted;
Conformity is not my way of life.
So fucking offensive;
Living life to this extreme.
Hardcore, not pure;
To you, considered obscene.
Never will we see eye to eye;
You live to win, I live to survive.
Am I so fucking offensive?
Am I so fucking offensive?
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Fragments
04:19
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Feces Pieces: Fragments.
(Lyrics: Tom P. / Music: Paul C, Jeff D, Steve F.)
No hope...
You say, you say, it will be all right;
Control the stress, focus; it will be all right.
But insecurity burdens me, undermines my sanity;
Strain to see my destiny, as I dwell on my past.
As I relive the past...
So much have I seen, so little have I done;
Split-focus, my mind splits, divides.
Personalities surface as I fight,
To keep my rage inside.
Inside...
As I fight to keep control,
As I save myself from degradation;
And yet, you insist...
You say, you say, it will be all right;
Control the stress, focus; it will be all right.
But insecurity burdens me, undermines my sanity;
Strain to see my destiny, as I dwell on my past.
And why must we all degrade ourselves?
Self-degradation is the lowest form of existence.
I can't stop myself, I can't stand the lies;
My mind unravels, pulling back my subconscious.
Pull it back,
Pull it back;
Pull it back,
Release the horror.
Pull it back,
Pull it back;
Torn fragments of a normal life,
Cast aside...
Fragments,
Fragments;
Cast aside.
Fragments...
You keep pushing me,
Keep pushing me,
Keep pushing me;
I won't degrade myself.
Keep pushing me,
Keep on pushing me;
And your lies, you'll regret.
But you knew it would all go to Hell.
You lied, pushing me towards failure;
Testing my ignorance to put yourself one step above;
Degrading me for your amusement;
Watching me make the same mistakes;
And allowing yourself to do nothing.
Nothing...
Betrayed me,
Motherfucker...
Once again, you've forced me to degrade myself;
I see through your transparent ways.
Once again, you've forced me to degrade myself;
My eyes are opened, by my hate.
You say, you say, it will be all right;
Control the stress, focus; it will be all right.
Your insecurity strengthens me, intensifies insanity;
Strain to see your destiny, as I stand in your path.
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One Second Of Silence
01:16
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Feces Pieces: One Second Of Silence.
(Lyrics: Tom P, Terrence G. / Music: Jeff D, Steve F.)
Spill forth your reason,
Cast shadows taller than yourself;
Foreseen limitations,
Truth illuminated ignorance.
Darkness obliterated,
A testament to your depravity.
Darkness obliterated,
Essential form revealed;
In comparison, meek.
One second of silence.
Re-evaluate;
Harvest.
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Ethic
04:16
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Feces Pieces: Ethic.
(Lyrics: Tom P. / Music: Steve F.)
Disease. Infection. Suffering. Sickness...
To what degree is your sickness?
Emptiness, driven by illness;
Contagion, hallucinogenic;
Self-awareness, visions pathetic.
Falsified state of truth,
Dispute.
Claims of betterment dispersed.
Heal, treatment for rebirth;
Wakening conscience,
Redefining the ethic.
Equality no longer concentric,
To lives lived indifferent;
Unknown to their ego conceded,
Surpass the point to upset us;
Tortured.
Suppressed,
By the ignorance.
Loathing,
Undeniably possessed;
State of illness, regress.
Regress...
Genuine measures of value,
Money status opinion;
Sickened ideals of perfection,
Not a basis for decision.
Lies deny evolution,
Affliction of civilization;
Diseased is our nation,
Immersed in self-absorption.
True desecration,
Humanity excused, no ethics.
Humanity seen as weakness,
Crawling through the ashes;
Ruined our own deceit.
To what degree is this sickness?
Beaten into this stillness,
Humanity has seen no progress;
Equality denied.
Denied...
What is the state?
What is the state of misappropriation?
How does it feed?
Consumption of thy mind.
How deep is this infection?
Divide molecular construction.
Cease this addiction.
Condemned nation.
As I weep.
As I weep,
For humanity.
We stand before you,
Falling, praying for redemption.
Infected blood, seeping lacerations;
Begging for mercy.
Plagued egos crush thee,
Condemned execution;
For all the sins of progression,
Being less.
As I rise...
Subservient, but never less.
Subservient, but never less.
Subservient, but never less.
Subservient, but never less.
You think you’re everything,
You ain’t shit;
Like the rest of us,
You ain’t shit.
You think you're everything,
You ain't shit.
You ain't...
You ain't shit.
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System?
02:08
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Feces Pieces: System?
(Lyrics: Chris D. / Music: Steve F.)
System…
System, what you speak of;
System, what you fight.
System, what your mind conceives;
System, what’s not right.
What is this system
You’re trying to destroy;
To which you’d give your life,
And erase from sight?
System… Control!
An invention of the weak;
For those who can’t speak
Their own minds,
Stop wasting time.
You’ve got to make your own way,
At all and any cost;
If you accept this lie,
Then you’ve already lost.
System… Control!
System, do you believe it?
System, you’ve lost.
System, do you accept it?
System, you’ve been bought!
System… What fucking system?!?
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Communion
04:53
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Feces Pieces: Communion.
(Lyrics: Tom P, Terrence G. / Music: Jeff D, Steve F.)
Deviate...
Cut down by your social status,
Falling to your worthless god;
Soulless materialism,
Blind to your own self-worth.
Money hungry, what becomes you,
Possessor of nothing stressed;
Deity to all the worthless,
Ritual of emptiness.
Achieve the American Dream;
Scheme, rise to my beliefs;
Deprived of dignity,
Consumed by countless greed.
Proclaim your innocence,
Sacrament unfulfilled;
Attain all profits,
Sustain all profits.
Acolytes of greed,
Bow to your monetary gods;
Lost morality,
Achieve the American Dream.
Doctrine,
Doctrine;
Doctrine,
Indoctrinate.
Feed impurity,
Stained reason, obscenity;
Pit of evil,
Starve thy neighbor.
Achieve the American Dream;
Scheme, rise to my beliefs;
Deprived of dignity,
Consumed by countless greed.
Proclaim your innocence,
Sacrament unfulfilled;
Attain all profits,
Sustain all profits.
Acolytes of greed,
Bow to your monetary gods;
Lost morality,
Achieve the American Dream.
Formless...
Shifting degrees,
Downcast are the faithless;
Faithless.
Cry for human decency.
Outcast;
Control of nothing.
Worthless,
Worthless;
Forever worthless.
Greed,
Suffocation of dignity;
Power lost,
Failed tyranny.
The tyrant,
The miser;
Struggle to sustain.
Wisdom forgotten,
All is lost;
Downtrodden are the faithful.
You can't hide your fear;
You can't hide your fear.
You can't hide your fear;
You can't hide your fear.
You can't hide your fear...
Infestation of your soul;
Infestation of your soul.
Prey for life;
Prey for life.
Prey for life;
Prey for life.
Infestation of your soul;
Infestation of your soul.
Livid...
Stripped of wealth,
Depraved wickedness;
Pour forth thy blackness.
Indulgent madness,
Desecrate;
Weak minds dominate.
Thrown into chasm,
Submerged in nightmare;
Bring forth the rebirth,
Starve thy neighbor.
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Rise To Fall
02:40
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Feces Pieces: Rise To Fall.
(Lyrics: Tom P, Chris D. / Music: Paul C.)
Subject to a corporate method;
Overwhelmed by useless hype.
Passed off as meaningful;
Forced concepts in our minds.
Given choices, not willing to take them;
Can’t stand on given beliefs.
Find strength; rise to fight;
Wage a war against the tide!
Open your eyes;
Break the fucking mirrors;
Break free from the lies.
Defect to the Underground!
(Break!)
Together, in unity;
Rise to fall below.
Undermine the conspiracy;
Defect to the Underground!
(Free!)
Realize… The compromise.
Realize… Fuck compromise!
And our principles,
We will not fucking sacrifice!
Sacrifice!
Corporate politics bullshit;
I won’t profane myself.
Act of cleansing ignorance;
Unafraid of rejection.
We stand to break
New ground for ourselves.
Defect!
Suffer the strain to stand aside…
Rise to fall below.
Rise… Break free!
Free!
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Ebola
02:24
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Feces Pieces: Ebola.
(Lyrics: Tom P. / Music: Paul C.)
Submerged in darkness,
Our faith is unclear;
Irrational thoughts
Leading to fear.
Raped by disease,
Cleansed of morals;
Not martyrs of religion,
But symbols of sorrow.
Blood begins to congeal;
Skin starts to peel;
Kidneys begin to fail;
Brain starts to sail.
Ebola - An insane friend;
Ebola - Nature's revenge.
Lost in a trance,
Repeating religious chants.
Emotional overload;
Watch yourself as you grow old.
Denying your beliefs,
Ironically your relief.
Earth is fighting back;
Last sight hazed in black.
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Last Rites
02:39
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Feces Pieces: Last Rites.
(Lyrics: Chris D, Tom P, Steve F. / Music: Paul C.)
This love will blind;
These eyes will betray;
This passion will destroy.
I don't think I'd care to see tomorrow;
Another empty day, filled with nothing but sorrow.
I look back to everything I've ever done;
And blow it all away with the force of a shotgun.
There's no life to breathe in this empty air;
I'll suck it all in, to make sure that I'm not here.
There is nothing much for me here anyway;
And it's better if I don't stay.
Because I'll never be,
What I want to be.
I've failed constantly,
And it sucks the life out of me.
Hate, what I feel;
It's what I've become.
I'm giving in when I knew that I've lost,
Because all of the others won.
In and out of my life,
Can't you see that something's not right?
If you leave me today, I'll die tomorrow;
And once again I'm left with sorrow.
Can't find the strength to get by;
I've failed at life and I should just die.
I welcome death, but taught to fear it;
You can't touch my soul, can't even come near it.
I'm failing life and you can't help me...
Can't help me... Help!!!
I don't think I'd care to see tomorrow;
Another empty day, filled with nothing but sorrow.
I look back to everything I've ever done;
And blow it all away with the force of a shotgun.
There's no life to breathe in this empty air;
I'll suck it all in, to make sure that I'm not here.
There is nothing much for me here anyway;
And it's better if I don't stay.
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Brutalized
02:20
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Feces Pieces: Brutalized.
(Lyrics: Chris D. / Music: Steve F.)
Confrontation,
Face to face;
My one chance
To set you straight.
Talking shit
For too long;
Urge inside,
Getting strong.
Do you wanna fight?
Do you wanna fight?
Do you wanna fight?
I don’t think so!
Peaceful means
Exhausted;
There’s no way
To avoid this.
Ignorance
Plagues your mind;
It’s these chains
Which you bind.
Do you wanna fight?
Do you wanna fight?
Do you wanna fight?
I don’t think so!
Brutalized!
Brutalized!
Brutalized!
Had enough?
I hope so.
I don’t want
To sink this low.
A sacrifice,
I had to make;
It’s your being,
I had to break.
Do you wanna fight?
Do you wanna fight?
Do you wanna fight?
I don’t think so!
Do you wanna fight?
Do you wanna fight?
Do you wanna fight?
I don’t think so!
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Feces Pieces: 'Nuff Said.
(Lyrics & Lead Vocals: Kash Boogie. / Music: Steve F.)
All up in that ass...
'Nuff said.
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Afterthought
01:40
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Feces Pieces: Afterthought.
(Lyrics: Tom P, Terrence G. / Music: Steve F.)
(That's it.)
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One Second (Vocals Mix)
01:15
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