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Skin Job
03:40
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Rain drenched city
Battle scarred man
Forced into a hunt
For a synthetic clan
They kill, to discover
The body pile mounts, ever higher
Demands, to a creator
End the death clock count,
Your time is up.
Twice as bright, half the life.
The hunt, closes in
One by one retired, dead and gone
On the brink of death, the hunter spared
Allowed to live, but at what cost?
Twice as bright, half the life.
Tears lost in the rain
Release the dove
To escape the pain
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Lotion Basket
02:58
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A disturbed man, with a trap van
I’ll lure you in, I need your skin
Trapped in a well, Tasting the smell
Stripped of your flesh, My personal dress
Buffalo Bill, I sense a kill
You will now bleed, to fill my need
I only see meat, makes me complete
Pupa to Moth, Your skin my cloth
I utilise, night vision to see
My incision
Destroying your only hope
It puts the lotion in the basket
It puts the lotion on its skin.
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Moonburn
04:08
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I just want to go out at night
Oh my god it’s far too bright
The moon, it makes me blister and burn
And the skin, falls from bone
My skin – Blisters and burns
And the flesh – Falls from bones
Confined to a dark room
Enclosed for what feels like my doom
When I thought I could go out at night
The moon conspires to cause my blight
My skin – Blisters and burns
And the flesh – Falls from bones
I’m going, insane inside
Trapped away from, the harsh light
If I go outside, I will just die
I’m rotting down, ashes and bone.
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God's Cuntry
03:25
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I’m just worthless, or so you say
So fucking helpless, living like this each day
My mind it wanders, wonders why I’m this way
Born in the gutter, not going away.
A daily battle, right from the start
A daily struggle, deep within my heart
I’m so worthless, or so you say
It’s so fucked up, it’s every day
You sharpen your claws, to make me pay
Raised on hate, not living any day
A daily battle, right from the start
A daily struggle, deep within my heart
I’m so worthless, or so you say
It’s so fucked up, it’s every day
This whole things pointless
When you’re bringing me down
My minds in pieces
You are evil incarnate
The struggle, the pain
You are evil incarnate
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Betrayal & Delusion
03:53
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Betrayal!
Betrayer, that is who I am
What I was born to be.
Betrayal
It’s what I do
Can’t help this
Fuck!
Conscripted from birth
Deceptiveness is my deed.
Betrayal
It’s what I do
Can’t help this
Fuck!
Displaying a tendency
Towards destruction of life
Words of no meaning
Conspire to bring me down.
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Amazonian woman, takes a lot of loving.
I would travel, to the ends of the world for you
Just to end up lying with
And in your muscly arms
Amazonian Woman, takes a lot of loving.
You will be my, Amazonian
With me until, the rest of time.
I will destroy anyone
Who gets in the way of our love
I would do anything
Just to be with you again.
You will be my Amazonian
I would do anything
To be with you for the rest of time.
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Praying for the day
That salvation, is no longer a hope
But a dream, we are all living in
Abandon our existence to become free?
Discharge our mind of worry
Existing in a false memory of happiness
When enslavement in the norm,
We can never truly be free.
Homo-sapien, a synonym, for death/destruction
Sleepwalking into a life of pain
No hope for a future
Utopian Fallacies
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