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Recorded on November 2015 with Carl Bouchard at Wild Studio
Mixed & Edited by Carl Bouchard
Engineering By Carl Bouchard and Jérome Martin
Mastered at Trax East Studio NJ
Lyrics by Fab Franco - Music by Scarfold
lyrics
Redefining my, my, my goddamn decision.
The only glimpse of reality is seen through a cell of your agony. Only when the mouth is open, I'm disfigured, you're left broken with a tattered tongue, I'm taking 2 for 1, it's all I'll ever want by getting nothing done. Broken with a tattered tongue, I'm taking 2 for 1, all the words you say are black to my red sun, black to my red sun. My bars, your bruises deepen. My bars, your bruises sicken the last ounce of honor that I'll ever know poisoning, deafening,this rhythmic lunatic. My bars,your bruises inside me now. Drowned in, walked out, still taste salt on my tongue from your sea. Back broke from the split collision saved your skull from annihilation. Solidity can be ruptured quick, when my grip slips we"ll all be broken with a tattered tongue, I'm taking 2 for 1, it's all I'll ever want by getting nothing done.
Broken with a tattered tongue, I'm taking 2 for 1, all the words you say are black to my red sun, black to my red sun, black to my red sun, black to my red sun. My bars, your bruises thicken. My bars your bruises rotting the last ounce of honour that I've ever known, poisoning, deafening,this rhythmic lunatic. My bars,your bruises inside me now will create our fate. I am an amalgamation of dirt, blood, wrath, and aggrevation. Trustworthy. Would we be? I am hell. Certainly. Burn. Boom!!!
credits
from
Survival of the Sickest,
released March 12, 2016
Fab Franco: Vocals
Jean-Simon Roy: Guitars
X: Bass
Martin Gendreau: Drums
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