Brutal Truth

End Time tracks

Lyrics

1. MALICE

Extract. Rage. March. Slave. Control.
State. Cage. Slave… Slave.
Balance of life in harmony.
Corrupt in the light we fail to see.
Balance your violence with kindness.
Balance your violence with kindness … Malice.
Slave. Balance your violence you fucking slave.
Extract. Rage. March. Slave. Control.
State. Cage. Slave… Slave.
Balance of life in harmony.
Corrupt in the light we fail to see.
Balance your violence with kindness.
Balance your violence with kindness … Malice.
Slave. Balance your violence you fucking slave.




2. SIMPLE MATH

The swelling of people dispelling our country.
The bullets are flying and bodies are dropping.
Depleting resources accepting the calling.
Compounding the forces and fueling falling.
Calling simple… math.
Animal survival instinct engaged.
Plug in the numbers of simple math.
Continued depleted resources.
A human population explosion.
A world saturated with greed.
And crime crumpled social order.
Fall of man, impending doom.
Passing the ashes to our tomb.




3. END TIME

Our future is now, our world is ending.
Our life for the disdain has brought about our end time… it’s our time.
For those who would fail to see a future uncertainty, end time is certainly.
Bring in your lost and pray, our world’s catastrophe, bring in the lost to stay.
The end time is our time - our time is the end time.
No matter what our self destruction.
A condition of memory suppressing past transgressions
Bring on our annihilation as our world in chaos collapses.
It never fails to amaze me how quickly we forget.
Watch our world in chaos collapse.
Our time.
Our time here on planet Earth.
Cradle oblivion.
Fall asleep in arms cradle oblivion.




4. FUCK CANCER

Nailing - hanging - crowning.
Reaching hope with kind cancerous dreams.
After life roses burning at the thoughts of Christ.
If I could fight, I’d beat you down with the dirty lies.
Try life, you’ll see, the test in time in our casualties.




5. CELEBRATORY GUNFIRE

Take your time and breathe in.
Before the cost of existence.
Consumes the light of humanity.
Kill the depths of your rage.
Take your time and breathe in.
Calibrate your visions.
Dial in repercussions.
Celebrate your taste for lead.
Open your eyes, our world, the fear grips you.
Complacent or motivated you lust for the fight.
Psyched to form your lies of your hatred.
Looking for life of what you’d like to be.
Spiraling down. Hopeless.
Celebrate with gunfire.
Celebrate the casualties dropping lead as rain.




6. SMALL TALK

The flooding and grieving, our world ever changing, ignore it’s rumblings.
Seasons changing, tides are rolling, we tackle destruction.
All of it rushes under our breath - our world is useless in mean,
The useless act of communication.
Bringd excessive corruption.
Ever changing, ever evolving, ever patient, ever crawling.




7. .58 CALIBER

(Instrumental)




8. SWIFT AND VIOLENT (SWIFT VERSION)

Bloodshed running wild in streets.
Social structure gaining grief.
Grinding hearts in raw meat.
Disrepair equality.
Swift and violent chaos.
Killing fields and streams.
Resourced man’s end.
Desert storms of baggage under siege.
Swift and violent chaos.
Swift and violent chaos.
Under siege our chaos streams.
Swift and violent chaos.
Killing fields and streams.
Resourced man’s end.
Violent chaos.




9. CRAWLING MAN BLUES

Order failing.
Havoc rising.
Civil protest.
Burning ravenous.
Rioting mayhem.
Revolt bedlam.
Preaching killing.
Fucking destroying.
What to do.
Crawling man blues.
Devolving.
Civil protest.
Burning ravenous.
Rioting mayhem.
Revolt bedlam.
Preaching killing.
Fucking destroying.
What to do with your crawling man blues devolving.
A world that’s not so new.
A world that’s not so new.
Crawling man blues.
Crawl to feed.
What to do.
Crawling man blues.
Devolving.




10. LOTTERY

Drop a quarter in a dime-size slot.
Pick a number as you scratch your cards.
Double down crossing number off.

Play to win always lose your thoughts.
Roll the bones is the game I’ve only known.
Hitting back is the fact that I broke your bones.

Born to lose as I look at my tired face.
Aware of what my mind could trace.
Blow a line, draw a lie inside the crimes.

Play to win always lose your thoughts.
Roll the bones is the game I’ve only known.
Hitting back is the fact that I broke your bones.
Roll the bones is the game I’ve only known.
Hitting back is the fact that I broke your bones.

Drop a quarter in a dime-size slot.
Pick a number as you scratch your cards.
Double down crossing number off.

Forfeit heart and mind.




11. WARM EMBRACE OF SOCIETY

Embrace my trouble mind - rattle on.
Connect between the lies.
A march back in the mines - rattle on.
Normality - relatively.
Life with me and no prosperity.
Inside my trouble mind.
Complicated.
To reach for this is wrong?
Reach for my warm embrace of poverty.
Rumbles on.
Inside that troubled mind.
A march back in the mines - rumble on.
Normality - relatively.
Life with me and no prosperity
Inside my trouble mind.
Complicated.
To reach for this is wrong?
Reach for my warm embrace of poverty.




12. OLD WORLD ORDER

Smashing and breaking the structure in order.
Fill in the void of your old world order.
And we’ll burn anger in the street.
Front and center, bullets reigning heat.
Deaf in ear… fail to listen our world on fire.
Complacent in it’s bath of fury blazes higher.
Phantoms of the old world order.




13. BUTCHER

A part of me just died.
Stare your death at me.
If you gave a shit and tried.
You might see.
Your friends you’re butchering.
Won’t lie.
Your friends you’re butchering.
So fucking done.
Butchering. Butchering. Butchering.
You’d butcher God for your own greed.
Soulless, you’re fucking soulless.

Your friends you’re butchering.
Won’t lie.
Your friends you’re butchering.
So fucking tired.
Butchering. Butchering. Butchering.
You’d butcher God for your own greed.
Soulless, you’re fucking soulless.

Breaking down your taxing sins.
Breaking down your taxing sins.
You’re bedded down with bugs.
Attached with death in drugs.
Scratch and claw a thought.
Attached with death in drugs.
You’re bedded down with drugs.
Attached with death in bugs.
Scratch and claw a thought.
Attached with death in bugs.

Butchering. Butchering. Butchering.
You’d butcher God for your own greed.
Soulless, you’re fucking soulless.




14. KILLING PLANET EARTH

Kiling time planet Earth.
Force fed your feed - despite all the swine usurp and breed.
Stuck in the guts of transparency.
The devils are taking aim to feed.
Ripping the stitching from our own needs.
Fear of thinking wrong or right.
Caught in the guts of transparency.
Killing for kicks is the call of the day.
Killing our time on planet Earth.
Check out the games we play.
Feeding our faces fat with greed.
Class of wealth and swine… close in their blockades.
Step foot to head, stomp on our hope and dreams.
Leeching blood from me.
Dear Christ in pain.
The Christ in me.




15. GUT-CHECK

Gut-check, reach in, anybody there?
Tune in cold world, do you really care?
Half in our heart, complacent as the next.
Tap in, tap out, time to play another game.
Spoon fed the mindless herd we’ve become.
Control grazing, compliant in the end.
Feeling the comfort desensitized.
Prey or pray - wrong or right.
Bitching or preaching our world to an end.
Call it, as life ends, it’s no real surprise tracking losses.
Gut-check our world.
As our social grace slides.
Gut-check, reach in, ain’t nobody there?




16. ALL WORK AND NO PLAY

Our system is built on twigs of corruption, power and greed…
Social disorder looting and rioting, killing greed…
Grace in a world under siege - destruction…
Pick off our weak - preach for a life… a quiet ending.
All work and no play.
Destroy world.
So quit your bitching, our world’s ending - our lives are set on course.
A social meltdown, global implode.
Gouging prices social unrest.
Scavenging for our basic needs.
Zombies clawing brains for meat.
All work and no play.




17. ADDICTED

Roll for the ice.
Life is nice.
Kill for the ice.
Utopic wars we’ll fight their idiocy.
Moronic wars we feed.
Clutching valves that feed.
Deep wounds of greed.
Secure in tomb.
Roll for the ice.
Life is fine.
Kill for the ice.
Sweet ice.
Roll for a life.
Life is fine.
Kill for your life.
Sweet life.




18. SWEET DREAMS

Don’t think our world, our world, won’t crumble.
Revolution distrust… environmental.
Not a question of if or why.
Floods and droughts will kill the light.
People kill for simple needs.
Post apocalyptic dreams.
Scavenge Earth for your right to live - right to live.
Scavenge Erath for your right to live.
People kill for simple needs… zombies feed on meat.
Welcome to our post apocalyptic dream.

Don’t think our world, our world, won’t crumble.
Not a question of if or why.
Floods and droughts will kill the light.
People kill for simple needs.
Post apocalyptic dreams.
Scavenge Earth for your right to live.
Scavenge Erath for your right to live.




19. ECO FRIENDLY DISCHARGE

Cleaning and sweeping, ever erasing my past malfunctions.
I’m bored with the lot, it’s boring in plots, of all our pollutions.
Kissing the beauty of better living, chemical solutions.

Hold me tight and feel my eco-friendly discharge.
Balancing your life - finish your life…
Balancing your life - finish your life… eco-friendly discharge.

Dissecting the past sands in a glass, time wastes dilutions.
Forgotten lessons of self destruction annihilated condition.
Sucking the heart from a green star, lust and embrace oblivion.

Hold me tight and feel my eco-friendly discharge
Balancing your life - finish your life…
Balancing your life - finish your life… eco-friendly discharge.




20. TWENTY BAG

A matter of urgency.
Chronic dependency and it remains to see.
What unfolds?
Inspiration.
Sonic degradation.
In celebration of results achieved.




21. TRASH

(No lyrics available)




22. DRINK UP

Landslide.
Closing in.
Close my eyes.
Breathe in dirt.
Rest it back.
Bone tired.
I’ve tried.

Landslide.
Caving in.
Under dirt gasp for air.
Imprison mind.
Dark cave.
Drunken state.
Preaching faith.
Mother Earth fallen.

The socially acceptable way of saving grace.




23. CONTROL ROOM

(Instrumental)




24. DEAD (NAPALM DEATH COVER)

Dead !!!




25. MONEY STINKS (DRI COVER)

I stayed at homw today 
And I'm not going back to work 
Money Stinks... Money Stinks 
This city stinks 
Smell the power, smell the health 
Smell the poverty of Americas wealth 
Money smells of evil, greed 
Capitolist wants and pumped up needs 

Money stinks 
Money stinks 
This city stinks 

Smell the logic... Smell the jet planes 
The dangerous goals and crooked aims 
Smell the progress... Smell the dirty money 
Smells like shit, this isn't funny 

Money stinks 
Money stinks 
This city stinks 

Nobody cares about the air we breath 
Nobody cares about the air we need 
Smell the profit, smell the success 
Smell the dying dream of the mighty west 
Smell the factories, smell all the cars 
The adult book stores and the topless bars 
Smell the pretty people, smell their false pity 
Smell the broken promise of the living city 
Smell the real reason, smell, smell the one way plan 
The real estate, the desperate, state of modern man 
Smell the excess, smell the death 
Smell the wet dream of this human mess 




26. WHITE CLAM SAUCE (NYC MAYHEM COVER)

White… clam sauce !




27. SWIFT AND VIOLENT (VIOLENT VERSION)

Bloodshed running wild in streets.
Social structure gaining grief.
Grinding hearts in raw meat.
Disrepair equality.
Swift and violent chaos.
Killing fields and streams.
Resourced man’s end.
Desert storms of baggage under siege.
Swift and violent chaos.
Swift and violent chaos.
Under siege our chaos streams.
Swift and violent chaos.
Killing fields and streams.
Resourced man’s end.
Violent chaos.




28. S.O.B. (SOB COVER)

S-O-B!




29. THE NIGHTMARE CONTINUES (DISCHARGE COVER)

And still men and women drag out their lives in misery
The nightmare continues
Blinded, disfigured and mentally scared