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S​/​T

by Budd Dwyer

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1.
Aiokigahara 01:44
AIOKIGAHARA Thoughts of suicide floating through my head Constant flow of nightmares, makes it hard to live No Concern For Myself Inside screams End this now, YOU PIECE OF SHIT! No sign can save me now, the thoughts in my head are too fucking loud Waiting for something. I should have done already. Find a rope strong enough, hang myself from the highest branch Vivid fantasies of choking on my blood Sucking air through the slit in my throat This is nothing new, so don’t ask so surprised I hope you all know, That this wasn’t an accident.
2.
We’re all seeking comfort But you confide in a god who doesn’t love you back Promised a life beyond served on a silver platter. How do you even make decisions if this is all predetermined? A lazy path to discovery Pass the Burden on Weakling and a Cowards way out Not to think for yourself Don’t worry at all Don’t think where to go Cause the bible holds the reigns To your worthless neck
3.
Loneliness keeps creeping in Feelings of desperation Crippling depression Can’t bring myself to hide anymore The illusion of wanting to help myself or others is fading rapidly Falling off the fucking deep end Trapped in a conscious state but paralyzed. Drowning in this hell Running out of options Aim for rock bottom just to see how deep it goes Hoping to land face first on an unforgiving surface Waking up from a failed suicide A lump in my throat and my eyes crusted shut. Limbs are unresponsive and theres no one here to visit.
4.
No Escape 01:27
Peeling the skin off my face Inducing vomit hoping to leave my body a shell Being alive is overbearing The constant barrage of reality imposing itself upon me Shit my organs out like flattened roadkill Blow my brains out the back of my head Smear my semen on the wall of this prison Try to claw my way out of myself All I feel is fucking tension and nothing helps Reach down my throat and turn it inside out Exposing myself to everyone around me No Escape
5.
A Dull Daze Stagnant and thoughtless No Emotions, No Motivation Whitewashed room Living to consume Mold climbs across the ceiling Engulfing everything As you sit and watch, it seems rapid but time crawls by the same The room pulsates and the mold grows. If you valued your life you’d get up and leave But the mold’s more alive than it’s lonely observer Sitting on your ass Rotting behind cold eyes Bacteria consume your flesh Assuming your dead If it wasn’t for that wet spot on the ground It’d be like you were never even there.
6.
LEARNING THINGS THE HARD WAY Like a rubber band, Dry and cracked The slightest pressure, cause me to snap Teetering on the edge of a cliff. Weigh of the world on my neck. Everything hurts and my blood pumps razors through the space behind my eyes There’s no hiding dopesickness. It’s fucked up when the solution is the cure Cause of the Problem. ANXIOUS. DRENTCHED IN SWEAT Was it worth it? Did you get what you expected? Your only escape from the noose Slice open your arm and pour drugs in Like chopping off your head Overdose and you’ll never be sick again… YOUR ONLY ESCAPE FROM THE NOOSE IS DEATH!
7.
SHAMELESS FRAUD You must be blind cause we all see. Through the lies you try to feed SHAMELESS FUCKING LIAR YOU’RE NOT FOOLING ANYONE Ugly on the inside Lipstick on a pig Your stories as shakey as your fucking hands You can lie through your teeth as I knock them out …as I knock them out, WHATS THE FUCKING POINT?
8.
Ostricized 01:30
Next in line to hate me Let’s hear your reasons asshole Trace the line around the block Take your ticket and wait your turn A fucking laundry list of shit I’ve done and don’t regret Don’t hold your breath for an apology I won’t wait around to watch you suffocate List of friends grows short Either fuck off or don’t My patience grows even shorter Either fuck off or don’t I don’t really give a shit Take your shot while you have it You ugly fuck, I’ve been waiting all night. A fucking laundry list of shit I’ve done and don’t regret Don’t hold your breath for an apology I won’t wait around to watch you suffocate
9.
What the fuck is an afterlife? Futile mechanism for coping with mortality One day you won’t wake up Fate to accept Soon you’ll shit the bed Nothing but a mess for your family to clean up If you want to live forever do something worth remembering or disappear for good You’ve lead a trivial existence I fear dying but I don’t fear death Welcome the eternal nothingness with open arms A blank slate born into existence Coated in your mother’s blood Given nothing except a chance that I choose to squander everyday Born with nothing and you die the same Except what you left behind and you chose to waste all your time.
10.
Black clouds slowly give way Reality seeps in again Dazed, shaken up, why do I always seem to wake up? The awkward silence of morning And the sun is back More terrifying than my dreams Trapped in the same place for another grueling day My brains still soaked in booze and I’m every bit as miserable. Blissfully I start to trail off…worry free til something else comes up. Inevitably the feelings of dread come back Eyelids grown heavy, Scratching til I see blood Needling presence makes me forget everything I love Gnawing at my sanity for countless time Why did I have to wake up? I can’t fucking bear it anymore Wanting the world to collapse and destroy my body So I won’t have to feel this way or think these thoughts ever again.

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Debut Album 2012
North Jersey Thrashin' Grindcore trying to fuck our lives up while we're fucking yours up...

Hit us up at DrudgeryNJ@gmail.com if you want us to come to your town or maybe help press this shit on Vinyl ;)


This album is dedicated to the memory of Phil Smyth (1991-2012) RIP

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released June 29, 2012

Hootin', Hollerin', Shreddin', N' Pluckin'- Josh
Bangs and Crashes- Daniel
Recorded by Mike Leviene at City College in NYC
Cover Art by Jeremy "Snevil" Suria

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Budd Dwyer New Brunswick, New Jersey

Grindcore for it's own sake. If you need a show in NJ or want to book us somewhere or even if you want us to mail you some merch email us at drudgerynj@gmail.com

Geetard/Throat- Josh
BamBam- Daniel

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