Results Redux

by Murder Construct

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02:03
They say that pain Is weakness Leaving the body Synaptic overload, what we endure Neuronal pathways ensure Take a sharp blade Or take a bullet You always knew it would end this way You'll learn your lesson either way Beaten to a pulp and properly bagged up Taken to the dump and thrown away Tenderized flesh a fucking bloody mess And now dressed up for the vultures Now take a sharp blade Or take a bullet You always knew it would end this way You'll learn your lesson either way You were never the brightest bulb You were never that smart Not the sharpest tool in the shed You never had the heart to do it yourself A crime of violence A crime of passion A taste of revenge
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Don't trust you Don't need you I believe you might be the answer To the question What is wrong with you people? Beneath the buzzards We watch you suffer Under the weight of the wood Tear you asunder Best run for cover Under the weight of the wood You were insane Still are to blame For your injection Of moral perfection We keep forgetting We keep regretting That we're all animals Spiritual cannibals If I never heard of you I'd still want to murder you For this affliction And this addiction To works of fiction And all it's diction The bible liable For all things wrong societal You were insane Still are to blame Reciting parables In desperate times unbearable Your teachings, in printing Now itching for a lynching Beneath the buzzards We watch you suffer Under the weight of the wood Tear you asunder Best run for cover Under the weight of the wood
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Constantly fed Free of desire Reality accepted Absorbing the sickness Took at face value Entitled to your bullshit A lie is a lie is a lie is a lie.... Even if taken as truth So safe in the delusive cradle No question, no comment Can't stray from those who validate Accept this: You're as fucked as the rest Your good intentions cannot preserve You're just as fucked as the rest Your good intentions can't be validated We reject what we don't know We as humans accept these delusions as rational thought Irrational denial Lies Stagnant in your eyes
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02:12
Show us... What you're made of: Bullshit Bless us... With your never ending insight: Nonsense Do you remember? What it was you did? Have you forgotten? Are you that ignorant? For your past transgressions, ones I shall not forgive Unlucky for you I never forget Your greed was so astounding, Your heart started pounding When you heard those numbers that were to pay off your new life Drop everything, gain everything that money can't be passed up Those people, you're fooling They never knew you He's a tyrant He's a gold digger Its not "we", its not "us" Its just "me" and "I" Is it "talking shit" if it's the truth? Is it "talking shit" if there were witnesses? Who convinced you you're worth something... Anything? Who held your hand through life? Who said "everything will be alright"? Who cushioned the blow? How much cash did they throw away?
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Here we are, you finally made it Into this world, custom tailored to fit The dies have been matched The molds have been cast Now sit your ass down, here's how it is, I've taken control of "The Biz" We dictate every which way you go What life holds you for today No where, what or how You were born with a silver MacBook Pro in your mouth Whilst you're on the top of the world Mommy and daddy still have their doubts We hate you kids For what you did Or tried to do You should be killed And your blood spilled Your cookie cutting Your imagery means nothing Behind your 9-string, musically bluffing Here comes your breakdown King with a fake crown Governing shit town And making shit sounds On a shit label With shit intentions We must demolish This fucking turd you polished Born to suck Born to regurgitate other idiots mistakes Bred to be the same Bred for lame You finally did it! From the garage to the stage in 20 minutes Your persistence paid off Pointing and clicking makes life so enriching The future, the way What's that they say? An idiot is born every minute of everyday The future, the way What's that they say? An idiot is born every minute of everyday
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Knew it all Past tense Exceeding entirely Cursed to be better Don't know shit You never did Manufactured your own superiority with outright fabrication Sought to undermine Fucked yourself Never had a chance Never worth the effort Just another ass in a seat You and your actions I stand in disbelief Ironic shot not taken The life half lived Soaked in fermentation Worked out endlessly Written out - Swept under Accepted fate - Took it in the ass Caliber and consequence Bone and flesh rent Once whole - Pieces collected on the wall Bitter pornography of carnage Knew it all Past tense Exceeding entirely Cursed to be better Don't know shit Never did Manufactured superiority Let it go, set it free On to the next life
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02:03
We've found a way to live in being hopeless We've found there's so much to give in giving back nothing We've only this dead hope that keeps us going We've only got this rope to keep us hanging... On Where is this free life I've heard so much about? Who gave you this voice? Who let you have your say? Stop placing the blame, Stop chasing the lame, You're all the same Get up on your feet or accept the defeat Stop sucking at the teat of society We've got some plans for you, Time to clean up this city We've got demands for you, Which you will fulfill We've got some time to kill, In which we will It's your time to go, Time has stood still much too long Billions of dead cannot be wrong We're better off in the great beyond Silent, happy to be gone We've only this dead hope that keeps us living We've only enough rope to keep us hanging on and on and, fucking on
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You've come a long way In your worthlessness In your day to day bullshit It's always never ending with this goddamned pretentiousness Feign ignorance Fake like you don't remember Play pretend and not make a difference ever Feign ignorance You'll always amount to nothing Pacifism never wins the war When we call you out on something You can't ignore A salesman Inhuman condition Practicing renditions Of a life of lies Which in the end he... Dies A fraud You'll always amount to nothing Pacifism never wins the war When we call you out on something You can't ignore Shit End Of The Stick Sucks to be you
9.
02:18
As the world is spinning like a body Hanging from the heavens deadened and teeming with filth This supposed creation of divine beings Never seeing the horror of our burden This divine plan You're damning me? No mercy for religious zealots Cuz I don't need Your mercy For I don't bleed His blood Cuz I don't need Your damned mercy As I don't bleed His blood I'm not broken This supposed creation of divine beings Never seeing the horrors of our burden Why are we here?
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This burden bleeding you dry Murderer... With nightmares You exist to make them suffer Always on the hunt for another... Fix Death sentence - Repentance - Malicious guilt Two ways out - Suicide or be killed This will last forever Your conscience will tear you inside out Lest you die alone Someone's always there to figure you out Murderer!
11.
06:51
They have arrived They've got the product We've got the currency And know how to move it... Supply - Demand Way out of hand Across this land And into our veins Resultados! Pinches humanos Pinches babosos Pinches gueros Amor sus drogas! Es el único negocio Su única tradicion You can expect the murder Of your family if you talk We're going to kill your community And decapitate your cops The names of your public officials Are now inscribed on all of our missiles Fuck all the nationalists We're decapitation loving capitalists Todos que queremos resultados! Nunca se quejaron antes Todo lo que querían eran las drogas Hasta George Bush les rompió
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Completely remixed and remastered! Includes bonus track.

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released June 5, 2020

Travis Ryan: Vocals
Leon del Muerte: Guitar
Kevin Fetus: Guitar
Caleb Schneider: Bass
Danny Walker: Drums

Additional personnel on "Resultados":

Bennett Erickson: Hand Drums
Jay Terrien: Viola
Elizabeth Schall: Piano
Emmanuel Masongsong: Sitar
Leon del Muerte: Cello programming

Artwork by Orion Landau
Tracked and edited by Sean Vahle at Architeuthis Sound
Mix and additional editing by Leon del Muerte at Beastman Audio
Mastered by Will Killingsworth at Dead Air

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