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Twelve Gauge

from Wasteland by At the Hands of Victims

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I was ripped from my mother's womb
I was the stillbirth of a demon in bloom
I am the product of psychosis and abuse
Made from inhuman clay
A birth to be refused
Spat back into the face
of a god so amused

I sicken myself at the first sight of red
All these images are piecing inside my fucking head
Cursed by the flaws of my father
Born in the skin as a son
Bathed in the blood of my mother
From a battle never {won}----

---One more time he strikes her to the face with his hand
His one and only care is to feel like a man
As I stand there frozen from the fear and the awe
I fall to my knees with my hands clasped praying to my---

{God} oh god I can see her face
Disfigured in blood, something's out of place
Choking on the telephone wire
I watch his soul burn into fire

He put the barrel of his twelve gauge to her temple
The words he screamed at her face made me tremble
Before the gun came alive
He put it to his side
As a coward wanted to die

He starts to scream
You won't be anything
But a flaw of man
Crowned as a new king
You're bathed in dirty blood
Showered by our disease
From the day you began
These voices will haunt me

These voices haunt me with violence and demise
They're getting louder as I stand on his street
I want to see him beg with death in his eyes
As I crave his body down at my feet

Before he opened the door
I put him on the floor
And start beating in the wounds of my mother
I looked at the man that's made me suffer
And I, And I...

Put the barrel of my twelve gauge to his forehead
Choking on his fluids, he might as well been dead
Before I fed him to the flies
I put it to his side
As a coward begged for fucking his life

I start to scream
You won't be anything
But a flaw of man
Crowned as a new king
I'm bathed in dirty blood
Showered by your disease
From the day you began
These voices will haunt me

I'm a victim of my own mind
Born without conscience, born to die
I can't scream
The silence deafens me
I need this disease
It struggles without me

I'm tearing, I'm tearing, I'm tearing the flesh within

We start to scream
I won't be anything
But a flaw of man
Crowned as a new king
You're bathed in dirty blood
Showered by our disease
From the day we began
These voices will haunt me

We're just victims of our own mind
Born without conscience, born to die
We can't scream
The silence deafens us
I need this disease
Until I turn to dust

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from Wasteland, released June 13, 2014

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Detroit Michigan Metalcore

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