EP​-​001

by RAPID TENSION

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released October 9, 2016

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Ever had your ass kicked through your ears?

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Track Name: Devour & Conquer
Mighty is the eagle that has landed.
Territory has been greatly expanded.
Show no mercy headed straight for the kill
Pulling on the trigger. BANG! Fire at your will.

Stone pillars are crumbling at their bases.
Politicians falling flat on their faces.
The shield is weak but the sword is strong.
Its not hard to tell the right from the wrong.

And you know it, deep inside.
The feeling that haunts you when you run to hide.
Ever resistive to lend a helping hand. Still we refuse to understand.

Where's the confusion dont read between the lines.
Its all there in black and white.
The people raise their voices and yet nothing has changed.

Could this be the reason?
I think this is the reason.
I know this is the reason why we're all insane!
Track Name: Bring on the pit
Hanging out down at a show. The energy is starting to flow.
Amps are all cranked up with fuzz. Swiggin' down some beers and starting to catch a good buzz.

Then bam! From behind. A shoulder and an elbow to make you feel alive.
Jostle around. One and all. Moving pretty fast so ya better not fall.
Black eye, loose tooth, brain case, spilled booze, I win, you lose, fuck me, fuck you.

Don't just stand there enough of that shit. Move your ass and bring on the pit.

Room is filled with leather and beer. Ears are ringing barely can hear.
Blood is dripping down from your nose. Rolling off your face and straight onto your clothes.

Then bam! From behind. A shoulder and an elbow to make you feel alive.
Jostle around. One and all. Moving pretty fast so ya better not fall.
Black eye, loose tooth, brain case, spilled booze, I win, you lose, fuck me, fuck you.


Don't just stand there enough of that shit. Move your ass and bring on the pit.
Track Name: Get a fucking job
They walk and stalk and run across the street. Dont look both ways. Act fine upon their feet. I know you'll ask so skip the fucking joke. Just go and leave, and bum another smoke yeah.

Hey man come here well can you spare some change. A bus ticket is what I need today. Im not honest Im going to buy some smack. My smile admits I love the taste of crack.

I work my ass off for the shit that I need. Still I am humble and resist the greed. Don't want your excuses you blood thirsrty slobs. Quit your complaining and go get a fucking job.

They prey and feast upon a guilty conscience. To say the least you're pretty fucking lazy. You hold the sign, the gimping leg bit's working.
By poor design you're allowed to get by.

Get a fucking job.
Track Name: Wolves are at the door
they murder, they kill, profitable mind the destructive kind
we sit and watch, contribute to pollution
we are the smog, the big land-fills and the oil spills
we must act now, and find us a solution

exhume, consume, deteriorate, the planet earth's at critical state
whats even more disturbing is the underlying process.
exploitation, nationalize, exonerate then capitalize
this world is just one big demise
so don't tell me you cant find the time to try.

do something, do anything. the time come the time is now
no more shall we simply point our fingers
instead we need to live together, to live as one
this world is key. necessity for survival.

we told you once we told you twice shut up and listen to our advice
you can either live of pay the price of your poorly made existence.
remove, exclude, eliminate, the actions of our chemical state.
plant a tree and watch it grow or clean a river and watch it fucking flow.

the wolves are at the door
slam you to the floor
wolves are at the door.
Track Name: Death Roller Coaster
Heading up the hill of suicide.
Track is clicking like a ticking bomb.
Seems like forever 'til you're high.
One final pop wait for the drop cuz you're about to die.

On the Death Roller Coaster. Racing to your grave.
On the Death Roller Coaster. There's nothing left to save.

Nosediving screaming straight to hell.
Decapitated in one violent flash.
Your rotting corpse is starting to smell.
White knuckle bone to the unknown is where you're gunna dwell.

On the Death Roller Coaster. It's never gunna end.
On the Death Roller Coaster. To the bowels you'll descend.

Constant chaos through the loops of anguish.
Relentless pain and fear corkscrew passage.
Entrails explode accelerate decay.
There's no hope there's no way.

Off the Death Roller Coaster. Sets your flesh on fire.
On the Death Roller Coaster. Your soul is now expired.

On the Death Roller Coaster.

Death Rollercoaster (X3)
Track Name: No one to blame
Woke up this morning. Eyes bloodshot red.
Empty pack of cigarettes, with this poundin' in my head.

So hard to move. So hard to move.

My mouth is dry. Lungs they are black.
All my fingers stained yellow, this sickness will never pass.

So hard to move. So hard to move.

Im not ok. Im not alright. No one to blame but myself for feeling this way.

The sun is rising. My vision is dim. All my body is dying fast. Not knowing where the fuck it has been.

So hard to move. So hard to move.

Im not ok. Im not alright. No one to blame but myself for feeling this way.

I call into work, tell them Im ill.
Fall asleep on the sofa, then I go and pop another pill.

So hard to move. So hard to move.

Im not ok. Im not alright. No one to blame but myself for feeling this way.
Track Name: Fuck you I quit
6am time to wake up. Get in the shower shake off the rust.
Same shit-pile but a different day. Im over worked and underpaid.

Treated like trash cant take no more. Arms are tired and back is sore.
Its time to flee this empty nest. So let me get something off my chest!

I wont regret a think. This is how it is. So you can take your job.

Sick and tired of the same routine. Id rather have sepsis of a ruptured spleen. Take a thousand paper cuts to the eye. Sick my hand in oil and watch it fry.

Then to work one more god damn day. Headed to the door with no delay.
Its time to flee this empty nest. So let me get something off my chest!

I wont regret a think. This is how it is. So you can take your job.
Fuck you I... (X2)

I wont regret a think. This is how it is. So you can take your job.
Fuck you I...
Wont regret a think. This is how it is. So you can take your job.
Fuck you I quit!