Present Day Plague

by S.N.A.F.U.

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released August 7, 2015

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Track Name: Her Dark Past
Abandon at birth, with a lack of self worth
searching and struggling to find her place on this earth
esteem kept on falling, while her thoughts where all haunting
the darkness was there and she answered the calling
Substance abuse, her only excuse
needles in her arm or her neck in a noose
at the end of her rope with a morsel of hope
she looked deep inside and found a method to cope
The shadows that cast, over her dark past, will never surpass
When she thought it's too late
(thought it was too late)
She met her own fate
(she had met her fate)
Awake in her grave
(in her grave)
her mind then was made, she was on her crusade
crawled out of her grave, it was her life that she saved
Track Name: Death Trip
still believing ancient teachings
in a battle with my self will
mind is sinking, can't stop thinking
nothing matters, nothing matters
losing my grip
losing my grip
losing my grip
on reality
spirit is broken brain function weak
neurons misfiring, can hardly speak
searching for meaning, some reason, a sign
something to keep me from taking my life
i want to die
i don't know why
god can't save me i'm done waiting
escape in time
free my mind
all my worries become lifted
separation from the hatred
death trip
death trip
Track Name: A Trade to Abduct
Waking on a table of elemental fear
expressive as the hands that hold you
gasping for breath in a room of thinning air
your tired arms find ways around them
four lost days (space and time)
10 0 1 (in my mind)
progressive world exchanged for your life
stellar lines (astral signs)
side-real fire (in the sky)
bartering existence for truth
when two faceless men with painted on grins
come questioning your whereabouts (not where you would have been)
the archetype of grey, we're all sitting ducks
the majestic 12, a trade to abduct
fiery skies, opaque eyes
Track Name: Snakes Eating Snakes
Snakes eating, snakes eating, snakes eating snakes
Determined to conquer no matter the staekes
Snakes eating, snakes eating, snakes eating snakes
I will succeed at whatever it takes
The rat's in my sights and I'll strike when its right
I'm focused on the fight and my life I'll re write
From this dream I'll awake
and fix my mistakes
Snakes eating snakes
Track Name: Eternal Nocturnal (Ft. Jason Navarro)
Distracted by a case of Ebola, or a hike up in price for crude oil
scare tactics keep you blinded to what the keep inside of their cult disguise
poisoned skies, civilians die while we salute a false flag
sacrifice freedom for comfort
green lighting, red zoning, pointing fingers, why can't you see?
it's how the west was won, just can't trust anyone
it makes me sick with every perversion
(lose your faith, use your own mind)
Eternal Nocturnal, a life spent in black
while your mind's under attack
decades with no daylight, nothingness with no end
parasitic world were living in.
(these thoughts are not your own)
these thoughts, they're so unnatural
(these thoughts are not your own)
we're all victims of mind control
votes for election, the illusion of choice
a higher selection, proof that you have no voice
eternal nocturnal, a life spent in black
eternal nocturnal, while your mind's under attack
(eternal nocturnal), they feast while we sleep
(eternal nocturnal), ignorance is suffering
(eternal nocturnal), predators of the night
(eternal nocturnal), only darkness no light
Track Name: Body of Suffering
Distraught by this feeling time and time again
(only this time I can't quite explain)
Shooting up my spine directly into my brain
(in my blood coursing through all my veins)
In this moment I feel all the worlds pain
The dying, diseased, the tortured and the slain
(transcending reality we become one in the same)
The weight of the world is breaking my back
and with every breath there's a panic attack
I can't hardly sleep, I can't hardly keep
My balance and composure with an agony so deep
Now my stomach is sick from the starving and poor
the endeavor of the slave is the reason I'm sore
I just want to run, I just want to hide
But the guilt of not helping will eat my alive
Why have I become the chosen one
To carry the burden with the weight of a ton
The worst of the misery is still yet to come
And the damage created can never be undone...undone
The weight of the world is breaking my back
and with every breath there's a panic attack
I can't hardly sleep, I can't hardly keep
My balance and composure with an agony so deep
Now my stomach is sick from the starving and poor
the endeavor of the slave is the reason I'm sore
I just want to run, I just want to hide
But the guilt of not helping will eat my alive
I can't help but think that I am
The body of suffering, I feel the pain of everything
Tortured, raped, with nails I'm tied to the cross of life I'm crucified
Lifeless body thrown in a tomb, for all of eternity my soul is doomed
Track Name: Digital Prison
Blacked out of social clouds, your head stuck in a screen
Wake up, your weary eyes can't see what's in between
Falling into a world of sex and cyber space
Fucked up, that life's a grid and it can be erased
A slave to a prison, a name to a face
shackled by image and technology
the art of it's lost, replaced by it's stain
covered by digital scum on a plate
Wiped out, all sacred forms of art and poetry
Stolen, a place to walk without identity
Buying, consumer world, a rat stuck in a cage
Choking, deceptive lies, consumption of their waste
Track Name: Unchained
In and out of conscious sleep
lashing at my throat for weeks
18 hours, 14 days
I walk a line with ball and chain (ball and chain)
because we live to serve and slave
for this we fall, for this they prey on you
eat, sleep, repeat. hands are withered to a bloody pulp
light i cannot see, left here to die, tossed in a pit of fire
my flesh is seared, separation from body and soul
tainted soil, planted seed
Arms are shaking, body's weak
slowly feed, i will avenge
the blood of rats will resurrect
i'll catch you sleeping sound and safe in your bed
want you to suffer, want you to beg me
sedation is a fiction, all in your head
want you to feel all lacerations
ill catch you sleeping sound and safe in your bed
want you to suffer, want you to beg me
sedation is a fiction, all in your head
want you to be awake
expose their lies, live the dream
all worn things tear at the seams
I'd rather die unchained, than live a slave
i will infect you like the plague.
Track Name: Dead Before Dawn
quarter past midnight winter 2003 the streets are all vacant, the airs hard to breath
off in the distance the moons dawned behind trees, barren and fragile and stripped of their leaves
and in a moment my lungs start to freeze, the grip of the night brings me down to my knees
stomach is turning with each passing breeze, nobody to run to, nobody who sees
system of terror
inexhaustible error
system of terror
for all who dare enter
system of terror
demanding compliance
system of terror
to the holy alliance
distinctively another tragedy of monetary greed, from which it feeds
system of terror
pollute and acquire
system of terror
to heighten the stature
system of terror
destroy opposition
system of terror
to sustain the position of hierarchy amongst lesser educated beings
inhibiting the weak of any form of uprising
nothing left to lose
no chance to escape
if this is how it ends
you better believe you're going down with me
ill cut your fucking throat
Track Name: One From None
all that you are is the result
of every moment every juncture and how you have thought
your purpose, your mission is the one you give yourself
what you do and who you become begins and ends with you
the spirit the mother the earth the infinite body
you are the sun god the shaman, you are the deity
the spirit the mother the earth the infinite body
the connections been lost and now you've begun rotting
you've begun rotting
what are the objects in this world? forms we must possess
what does it take for something to actually exist?
distinctive organization and structure, undeniable evidence
you are not just the matter that you materially exist
the spirit the mother the earth the infinite body
the connections been lost and now you've begun rotting
you've begun rotting
substance, logic, virtue, passing threw you
the spirit the mother the earth the infinite body
the connections been lost and now you've begun rotting
you've begun rotting
apprehension of our dulled senses
reality of our world hence is
constantly changing, always decaying
our everyday world is a brief glimpse
interpreting a higher consciousness
Track Name: Better Off
you think that I need you
that i'm lost without you
without you to turn to
my world will collapse
well bitch you're fucking mistaken
I dont need shit
look in my eyes see the isolation
you think I hate the world you're right
its lack of substance makes me sick
my only mistake is I let the mask slip
you want truth i'll lick your brain to shreds
make you wish we never met
you're weak, acting solely on emotion
trivial display of the human condition
no guts, id rather be dead
carved from fucking stone
better off on my own
carved from fucking stone
Track Name: Prison Warders
Is something following me?
Hiding where I can't see
Between the waves of light
Just out of human sight
I have broke through, now I see you
And the plan you're trying to ensue
Gaining more and more control
After you consume every soul
The scales within concealed by skin
I don't know where it set in or where to begin
But whats real is wearing quite thin
Sane conscious destroyed, I fucking paranoid
I know too much
This is not just a hunch
Helicopters in the sky
They keep a watchful eye
Tracking my every move
This might sound crazy to you
And you will never see
Cause you could never believe
This is reality, they're after me, they're after me
Track Name: Memphis LSD
Right on the banks of West Tennessee
got a proper dose of Memphis, no other can contest
that shit was tight, some prime LSD
to awaken myself from a frozen state of mind
don't try to sleep because its not what you think
got a pocket full of zen and I've stumbled down that wormhole again
things are not what they seem
but when the laughter subsides i wanna bring it back with just one hit
bring it back with just one hit
(that's all, just one more hit)
at Ivy's, talking to the trees
(that's all, just one more hit)
Matt Bruce is cuddling with the beast
(that's all, just one more hit)
bring it back with just one more hit
Track Name: Hand That Feeds
I wanna bite the hand that feeds
All this bullshit we don't need
Sink my teeth in till it bleeds
Never let these pigs succeed
Pull the knife, out your back
Turn around and fucking attack
Know that pain, in your neck
That's us putting them in check
We are the engineers
Of their greatest fears
And I'll be the first to volunteer
To throw the wrenches in the gears
We are the thorn
We are the thorn
We are the thorn
In the side of the world
We are the thorn, in the side of the world
We are the thorn, in the side of the world
We are the thorn, in the side of the world