Deprived

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released November 1, 2013

J.R. Landfisch: Vocals
Ryan Mazeppa: Guitars
Elijah Hennig: Drums

Tracks 1, 3, 4, and 6 written by Ryan Mazeppa
Track 2 written by Elijah Hennig
Track 5 written by Elijah Hennig and Ryan Mazeppa
Additional vocals on track 1 by Lucas Mclean
Recorded, mixed, and mastered by Elijah Hennig
Bass programming and synths by Elijah Hennig

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Track Name: Ocean's Fourteen
millennium of rest
he rises from the sea
his libido has been sleeping
now it can be free
eight phallic tentacles, heart at blasting pace
nothing can prepare the females of our race

drilling, filling, killing
the cunt destroyer

slut pussy fuck
the cunt destroyer

no orifice is safe

emerges from the ocean, slither on the beach
you can't run, you can't hide, no one's out of reach
sunny day, family trip, vacation full of screams
swimsuit provides no protection, no safety for your purity
tentacle, gape, feeding on the blood of your virginity

every passage flooded, seeping with it's fluid
unholy monster of creation, underwater druid
don't resist, you fucking slut, the sand will be your tomb
in your mouth, up your butt, your pussy meets it's doom

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Born into a world of depravity and perversion. People are sick. Company CEO, fresh suit, condemning homosexuality because it's against the Bible. He sees it as sick and perverted, but when he goes home, behind closed doors, he masturbates to videos of forced tendril intercourse with cartoon preteens.
Track Name: Float Away from the Earth
[Instrumental]

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Scars and bruises on mind and body; it's over before it's even begun; passed out in a full bathtub.
Track Name: Progressive
fucked, left to decay
there is no difference, no way to tell apart the days
like a beggar in vulgar cloth constantly turned away

another day with no solution
like trying to walk through walls
moving miles, hours at a time
square one, no reason or rhyme

the taste on her lips
another reminder that she isn't who she used to be
i can't see why she wouldn't forget me

another day with no solution
like trying to walk through walls
moving miles, hours at a time
square one, no reason or rhyme

i refuse to apologize
i have felt enough remorse
because you left me for dead
reflecting off of the sun, fuck you

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Growing up, learning the circle of ambition and failure that comes with being human. The goddess has left, she has no one. The sun has burned out, she is cold. Growing up deprived.
Track Name: Deprived
dying from day one
from womb to the tomb
every winter grows colder
the warmth is gone too soon
when the city closes in
i find i'm truly alone

born with nothing, born to breed

another birthday
a year closer to death
i couldn't die sooner
i'm trapped in this hell
when the city closes in
i find i'm truly alone
nobody to no one
completely unknown

born with nothing, born to breed
to live and die and spread your seed
a cycle without purpose, endless depression
unbearable reality, no sign of heaven
deprived from day one by an oppressing nation
to live and die without a need
kicking the chair, feed the temptation
fade on the ground, the bugs will feed

zombified suit stuffed with lies
our dear king stamps the paper
the hands move closer to midnight
dollar signs fill his eyes

a walking suit filled with lies
our dear king stamps the paper
the hands move closer to midnight
dollar signs fill his eyes
a people betrayed, a people's disgust
led to believe that war is a must
a thousand voices silenced in smoke
a thousand bodies drop in one blow

quarantine the sick, kill the old
like animals, the retarded freeze in the cold
we have no control when our country is sold
we have no control

born with nothing, born to breed
to live and die and spread your seed
a cycle without purpose, endless depression
unbearable reality, no sign of heaven
deprived from day one by an oppressing nation
to live and die without a need
kicking the chair, feed the temptation
fade on the ground, the bugs will feed

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Self awareness. The pointlessness of living. Growing up to breed, to die. Rinse/repeat. A broken system. Nobody cares about you. You're a fucking number. You mean nothing if your pockets aren't lined with gold.
Track Name: Menarche
so young and beautiful
bright skin so soft and smooth
crawled into her guts
condemned her heart

kill your rapist
kill the man who made you bloom

cold to the touch
the full moon
sliced her father
ball-less fodder

kill your rapist
kill the man who made you bloom

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Forced to bloom; bloody flower. The Venus fly trap catches it's prey.
Track Name: Prison Walls
full circle
the bus from one prison to another
dive into doubt
anticipate failure
open the skin, play with the nerve
are you going to tell me how to feel today?

sick-and-decaying-bastard
ugly-perverted-good-behaved-boy
i want to crawl inside you, and be the snake within you

transgender failure/spun around preacher

i'm trying to cope with these urges
a lust for perversion, piss poor fuck-whore
leaning off the edge
nothing to catch me on the fall

i deserve nothing
less than what i get
insignificant, irrelevant
that is what she said?

dying alone, rotting, weeping
unable to withstand my constant bleeding

i have no saviour
no one is there today
i got on my knees to pray
but no one is there today

i deserve nothing
today i feel like i am dead
insignificant, unimportant
i'm nothing to her, i'm fucking dead

my brain, an empty room
my claustrophobic tomb
nothing but weakness
everyone's so far away
but i can hear them say
"nothing but weakness"

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Abandoned by the system. Abandoned by everything. Nothing works. No one understands. The cycle of reassurance. Pills to calm you, pills to help you sleep, pills to make the nightmares grow a little worse. Her mind is a prison, she's hung herself from the rafters.

Deprived
Desperate
Dead