Not For You

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released October 24, 2015

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Track Name: Dead In Bed
Waking up screaming a hack on my chest
Paralysed in darkness I see the shadows move

Dead In Bed
Dead In Bed

Am I being punished for the blood on my hands
Tearing through my body, destroying my mind

Dead In Bed
Dead In Bed

Strangulation, torture the dance of the damned
Cold breath on my neck, I smell the death in hand

Dead In Bed
Dead In Bed
Track Name: Mirror
No shame, pump it up
Staring at yourself in the mirror
More gain, narcissistic lust
Every inch counts when you're in love with yourself

No one loves you like the mirror can
No one loves you like the mirror can

Have you checked out yourself, can you see what I see
A sneaky little wink and kiss but you don't care who sees
Alpha monster, fake as fuck
Your self indulgence has become insanity

More girth, more gain, look at me go
You're not the beast you wanted to be
Dwell in your tornado of vanity
Then it's back to the crystal cave for more me, me, me

No one loves you like the mirror can
No one loves you like the mirror can
No one loves you like the mirror can
No one loves you like the mirror can

No shame pump it up
Staring at yourself in the mirror
More gain narcissistic lust
Every inch counts when you're in love with yourself

No one loves you like the mirror can
No one loves you like the mirror can
No one loves you like the mirror can
Track Name: All I Want
All I want , to keep her to myself
This constant dissolution makes me wonder 'bout my mental health

Stick your finger in the exit wound, it's OK
The feeling let's me know that I'm alive, exposé

Stick your finger in the exit wound, it's OK
The feeling let's me know that I'm alive, exposé

All I want , to keep her to myself
This constant dissolution makes me wonder 'bout my mental health
Track Name: Picture
Retrace, everything we've said
Analyse, everything we've done
Betrayal, somewhere down the line
Contempt, born between the lies

Oh no, what a picture
Track Name: I'm OK
I thought you were my brother
I thought you were my friend
It's funny how you always find out in the end

I asked you for the truth
You told me time again
You didn't want the stigma, what a fuckin' selfish end

I'm OK
I'm OK
I'm OK
But I'm not sure about you

So pull aside the curtain
Expose the real you
Your ugly broken rotting corpse, reveal the real truth

Slither through society
Malice, vicious, greed
Praying on the unaware, on purity you feed

I'm OK
I'm OK
I'm OK
But I'm not sure about you

I'm OK
I'm OK
I'm OK
But I'm not sure about you
Track Name: Bad Dream/Affair Scare
You don't have to drag me to hell
I'll find my own way down
I feel so wrong, I just feel numb
Crack my teeth on the barrel of my gun

"Affair Scare"!

I don't feel calm, I feel uptight
I think it might be you
I hate myself, I hate you too
Seems justified when there's nothing left to do

"Affair Scare"!

You don't have to drag me to hell
I'll find my own way down
I feel so wrong, I just feel numb
Crack my teeth on the barrel of my gun

"Affair Scare"!
Track Name: Monkey On A Chain
25 years since I saw your face
I never thought I'd see you again
Flouncing through the pub with a Monkey On A Chain
Slobbering and ready to harm

Grow up you twat, get a fucking life
You don't even know me, you're ruining my night
Grow up you twat, get a fucking life
Impressing all your mates with your never ending shite

Giving me the evil eye, shaky crushy hand
Remember me from back in the day
I see ya lips a moving, your handlebar moustache
You wanna take me outta the game

Grow up you twat, get a fucking life
You don't even know me, you're ruining my night
Grow up you twat, get a fucking life
Impressing all your mates with your never ending shite
Track Name: Pig Father
A million miles from normal in the middle of nowhere
Living in a pigsty where death hangs in the air
A rancid corpse collection,all beaten black and blue
His favourite trophies hang in lines to re-live them anew,,oh

Hog fodder for the Pig Father

Human pork for the porky fork
An anthropotic delight, a canibalistic night
Human pork for the porky fork it's the Pig Father

Salivating evil with a golden tooth grin
He took his sharpest blade and made his mother grin
He stabbed her, he slashed her, then threw her in the pot
A pungent composition of a culinary rot

Hog fodder for the Pig Father

Human pork for the porky fork
An anthropotic delight, a canibalistic night
Human pork for the porky fork it's the Pig Father

So if you meet this fellow, you'd better heed my tale
When you turn to run, I'm afraid that ship has sailed
and when you're gagged and hog-tied and screaming for your life
He'll be working how to land your children and your wife

Hog fodder for the Pig Father
Human pork for the porky fork
An anthropotic delight on a canibalistic night
Human pork for the porky fork it's the Pig Father
Track Name: Unfortunately Ugly
When I see you walking by with your short skirt on
Floating like a butterfly
High heeled shoes and a low cut top
Well I knew just what to do

So I took a deep breath and counted to 3
I sauntered over downing my gin
I practiced my line, delivered it well
But as you turned around I nearly jumped out of my skin

Cas you're unfortunately ugly
Your eyes are all over the place
Cas you're unfortunately ugly
Looks like a car crash on your face

Now I'm not saying your not a wonderful girl
A smashing lovely personality
And one day I'm sure you'll make a great wife
You'll get your 2.4 and your colour TV

You'll be a star in the bedroom
A goddess in the house
Never hear no nagging, your as quiet as a mouse
You're funny, attentive and generally nice
But there's one thing I can't ignore
Your boat race is a vice

Cas you're unfortunately ugly
You'll send them all running to the hills
Cas you're unfortunately ugly
You'll be up for murder 'cos your looks can kill

Oh god I don't mean to be rude
I don't mean to be offensive
But if John Merrick, Cathy Burke and Lemmy had a kid
It wouldn't look as bad as you, you have to admit

That you're unfortunately ugly
Your eyes are all over the place
You're unfortunately ugly
Looks like a car crash on your face

Unfortunately ugly
You'll send them all running to the hills
You're unfortunately ugly
You'll be up for murder cos your looks can kill

Unfortunately ugly
Unfortunately ugly
Track Name: Love You, Hate You
Now there's a diachotomy when I analyse our click
Stunning and graceful, yet a temperamental bitch
Screaming in the kitchen and moaning in my bed
I sometimes get to thinking that we're better off dead
I am a pariah, I am everything you hate
Where've I been and whom I'm with and why am I so late
Just tell me what you want me to be, I'll see what I can do
But I always seem to get it wrong, no matter what I do

Coz I hate you so

Now don't be fooled in thinking that you got it worked out
That misty proposition where the bottom drops out
I tilt my head, I feel the rain lashing on my face
Like whisper of a future storm approaching to embrace
Stealing from the taxi to your sordid rented room
Think you've got it covered, you take me for a fool
I'll buy you gifts I'll take you there, I'll treat you like a queen
But I guess that you won't be needing it

Coz I love you so

Now there's a diachotomy when I analyse our click
Stunning and graceful, yet a temperamental bitch
Screaming in the kitchen and moaning in my bed
I sometimes get to thinking that we're better off dead
I am a pariah, I am everything you hate
Where've I been and whom I'm with and why am I so late
Just tell me what you want me to be, I'll see what I can do
But I always seem to get it wrong, no matter what I do

Coz I hate you so

Coz you're a tempremental bitch
A tempremental bitch
Fucking tempremental bitch
Tempremental bitch
Ahhh fuck off!!
Never give me a fucking minutes peace
Aways on my fucking case
Track Name: Puppet
Now Worms was a bloke
Who lived with his folks
Until one day they passed away
So he carried on alone
Recluse into his home
Society's a world away
Now the kids on their bikes
They would pull up late at night
And through the windows
Rocks they'd throw
But Worms he would sit
And take this endless shit
And fathom of how to soothe his brain

Not your puppet, your puppet, puppet on a string

So with Kalashnikov
From the dust up in the loft
And magazine from sugar chest rare
Waiting in the trees
Time to end this tauntfull tease
Three shots ring out and rip through the air
They slump to the ground
With a dull thud kinda sound
With a lifeless, darkened, thousand yard stare
Our hero shuffles home
And no one ever knows
Who'd blame the winsome opine, yeh??

Not your puppet, puppet, puppet on a string
Track Name: Why Try
First time that I met you, didn't realise
How much you're gonna hurt me then I fell in love
And then I get to dreaming in your big brown eyes
Too many times I wanted to believe your lies

Life's so demanding when your so upstanding
We try to make everything fine
So hard we try an then sometimes think
Why try

I'm so happy to think you are mine
I never ever ever wanted this to end
and we said we'll get Married in a month or two
or M..M..Maybe at the summer's end

Life's so demanding when your so upstanding
We try to make everything fine
So hard we try an then sometimes think
Why try

First time that I met you, didn't realise
How much you're gonna hurt me then I fell in love
And then I get to dreaming in your big brown eyes
Too many times I wanted to believe your lies

Life's so demanding when your so upstanding
We try to make everything fine
So hard we try an then sometimes think
Why try
Track Name: Society
Smacked out windows on a suburb street
Foggy glow I hear my own heartbeat
Sirens call, they call the cops to meet
So I pull my collar, stop the cold and damp
See my breath drift as I light my fag
Broken homes,yeah, the place to be

Well,I'll never bow to the corporate whores
Who drain the blood from the city
I'd rather die with my finger in the air
To a rule and control that just doesn't care

See that tramp in the gutter
With a needle in his arm
When he was a kid he never wanted no harm
To come to him and his kin
It's just the way it turned out

I see you looking at him in that dirty way
You wouldn't give him time
Nor none of your hard cash
Yet you'd give it to the church
If it makes you look a little more flash

Well I'll never bow to the corporate whores
Who drain the blood from the city
I'd rather die with my finger in the air
To a rule and control that just doesn't care

See her selling on the corner for a penny or dime
Thinking back to yesterday
It wasn't like this all the time
See the look in her eye
You think she's happy this way
She had a cancer for a boyfriend
Got her hooked on crack
And now she does his mates
So she could pay the money back
She lost her life, her soul, her personality

See. I'll never bow to the corporate whores
Who drain the blood from the city
I'd rather die with my finger in the air
To a rule and control that just doesn't care