Red100

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Recorded by: Dan Bouza

Album Art by: Chris Beyel and Mike Alessandro

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released December 7, 2015

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Track Name: Black Fire
You're the fuel to my black fire.
Track Name: Shao Kahn
Feeding on the negative.
Seeing no alternative.
Bleeding out the essence.
Breeding of the nemesis.

A ravish beast;
The same blood runs through us.
Hunting for, the blood, blood of others.
Hunting for blood.
Track Name: Spit Tar
Misconception;
Polluted minds, with no direction
Negligent of their infection.
To a world needing self reflection.

Twined in a world so blind.

Im stuck entwined, a world so blind.
Track Name: Necrotizing Fasciitis
Chew on my flesh.
Tear out my spine.
For God damn fucks sake take my life.
Track Name: Gone
The night creeps, as paranoia penetrates me.
Hands of time taken by a crime.
Four walls leave me locked in, confined.

Out of touch with everybody.
Lost deep in my psyche.
It's so hard to not think red when all the walls you see are white.

Trouble arrives, with no surprise.
Your life unfolds; demise.
Can't run or hide; consequence ride.
You chose the wrong side.

Out of touch with everybody.
Lost deep in my psyche.
It's so hard to not think red when all the walls you see are white.

Let the red out.
Track Name: Eraser Cannon
Everyone is draining me to the break of sanity.
At my wits, pull my hair.
Note to self why do I care.

But what do I care.

Because everyone's left me in disguist.
I've lost all my faith in this human race.

Disgusted, distrusted.
My heads combusted.

The glass is shattered.
Nothing matters.
Track Name: The Beatles
My palms are empty with no arms to bare.
Sunk to the bottom with concrete feet of despair.
A final gasp before I drown.
It's me, I'm the one I let down.
Track Name: Big L
Blood flowing from endless wrists slit.
Sucking for life like a baby on a tit.
Wasting away, milking it out.
A needle in your arm equals a gun in your mouth.

Gun in your fucking mouth.
As you lay and nod out.
Punctured veins, track mark skin.
Victim of heroin.

Lie, cheat, steal, just to make the deal.
While others break their backs to make a meal.
All your concern is escaping from what's real, and all you feel is your veins congeal.
A game of roulette; your life's on the wheel.

One bullet in the chamber and you landed first try.
Waste of life.