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    DYING FETUS – "Weaken the Structure" (Official Audio)

    ‘Wrong One To Fuck With’ out now CD/2xLP/Digital via Relapse Records.
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    Lyrics:
    Last hour to grasp, the free reign autonomy
    Left to unravel the dominion that exists
    Time ticking faster, all your plans a ruse
    Usurper at the gates to deal with who resists

    Columns of armor exit making haste
    Abandoned bases scavenged almost bare, scoured
    New tenants on the way making claim
    Anarchy’s short life-span to dissolve

    Filling the void of exhausted power, axis of evil, you can never be free here
    A power vacuum, unwelcomed chasm, needed order leads to countless beatings
    Fall in line, in scheduled time, direction given so no need to worry
    Free of choice, the puppet strings, dragged toward commanded stability

    Cyclones of demise rip across the skies
    Scorched Earth, dry lips quench dust, ingested pain
    Bombs from the heavens randomly rain down
    Lotto of the doomed is preordained

    Ordered where to go, directed what to be
    Restricted passage only, there’s nowhere to flee
    Impossible to track, predators amongst
    Pursuing deadly killers, urban legends debunked
    Martyr’s families uphold, what you could be
    National example, rank hypocrisy
    Bones and blood and clothing, all that’s left in debris
    Race to paradise lost, fuck

    Let all the sheep follow their supreme god
    Back to the terrain of self-preservation

    Territorial reflex is not you feel
    Nothing to protect but securing your next meal
    Matched competition becomes the biggest threat
    Targeting the rivals of survival

    Strength in numbers of mindless disciples, obedience makes fanatical powerful
    Sound of sonic boom panics, every last piece of shit
    Lone wolves weave through battlefields, scavenging what’s left behind Standing as the only victors’, still alive with nothing to hide

    Innate show of force
    There’s the food who’s getting it?
    Resilient survival
    Anyone in the way will pay
    Lawless territory made for one kind
    Only one kind
    The kind to thrive

    Made for retribution
    Ingrained tough resolve

    Filling all the void of the exhausted power, it’s an axis of evil so you can never be free here
    A power vacuum is an unwelcomed chasm, needed order leads to countless beatings
    Fall in line within the scheduled time, direction given so no need to worry
    Free of choice, feeling the puppet strings, dragged toward commanded stability

    source Relapse Records

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