1. |
Low Standard
03:19
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2. |
Cult Of Control
02:01
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Drink from their cup
Or you will pay
Beg for their forgiveness
Believe what they say
Written by man
Carved out in stone
They have control
They want your soul
They want control
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3. |
In Disgust
02:59
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You point your finger
Point your finger and you hiss
You point your finger
Point your finger you can’t resist
You point your finger
Point your finger in distaste
You point your finger
Point your finger and you hate
Look down at others
Like they are scum
Don’t care what they say
You never listen
Made up your mind
You do not see
It’s their fact, your opinion
You can’t concede
How could they be right
They must be wrong
They cannot be right
Cause you’d wrong
It’s you who are right
You’ve never been wrong
They cannot be right
You know that they’re wrong
Cause they’re scum, scum, fucking scum!
Something’s in the world will never change
You don’t want answers, just others to blame
So you point your finger and vilify
Masking insecurities, i know you’re scared inside
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4. |
Spreading Death
02:35
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Spreading death
Burning the sky that gives us life
Walking death
Breathing the fumes of the fire
We are to blame
We deny the part we play
We’ve left this awful stain
We are the ones
That are down the path of self destruction
We are disease
We are this world’s infection
This is our norm
To ignore what brings us most discomfort
Close to the point
From which we will not comback
We simply choose
To deny all the facts
There’s no way out
We will not be clawing back
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5. |
Memories Of Good Times
03:25
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The people you loved
The lives that were left
The life that was lost
An devastating theft
Your memory carries on
In the lives that were left
It’s the small things that I will cherish
Your memory lives on but I wish we had you
The people you loved
The lives that were left
The life that was lost
An devastating theft
It hurts to know you’re gone
All the goodtimes we’ve lost
Your memory carries on
In moments of joy and the weight on our backs
It’s the small things that I will cherish
Your memory lives on but I wish we had you
I’m sorry….there was nothing that i could do
It hurts….but what hurts most, is the way that it hurt you
I’m sorry....now there’s nothing, that we could do
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Starving Millions Wellington, New Zealand
Hardcore punk from Wellington City, New Zealand.
Pete - Guitar / Vox
Dave - Drums
Cam - Bass
Sam - Guitar
Starving Millions recommends:
Just fuckin listen to it!
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Low Life for life!
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Local homies doing the hard yards, go support them!
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