Split w/ Grim State

by SERMOS

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2016 split release with Grim Sate

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released August 19, 2016

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Recorded, Mixed, and mastered by Cody Davidson

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Track Name: DIGGING INTO HELL
Society is imploding on itself
And digging itself into its own hell.
We've forced its collapsing
Into nothing but rubble and debris.

We are nothing but bad seeds
That will surely become weeds.
We are consumed by our greed
And overtaken by misanthropy.
Track Name: PROPHETS OF PROFITS
Behind subordinates you cower
While sitting atop your ivory tower.
Without your seat of power
You'll begin to be devoured within the hour.
Beneath a plot of dirt
Money and status will lose their worth.
The riches for which you thirst
Are nothing more than a curse.

The only thing you foresee is your fulfillment of greed.
The prophets of profits.
The authority which you seek costs you your humanity.
The prophets of profits.

You bleed the people dry
No concern with who lives and dies
You abused your dominion
When you are buried, you'll have no jurisdiction

Step on heads to climb higher and higher
Sever the snake's head and throw it into the fire

Throw the serpent's head into the fire
Track Name: DEATHAMPHETAMINE
You stand to gain
From this form of slavery
You're one of those who enables
These victims to put their lives in shambles

They fill their lungs
They fill their veins
They fill their nasal cavities
In hopes of escape
But it doesn't come without price
Substance is their vice
You care not for their slow degradation
Their bodies will betray them; deterioration
You see addiction and exploit it
You line your pockets as they pick their poison

I have seen the consequence of reliance on substances
When coming down they're like fiends anxious for their time to feed
Family feels a sense of dread, hoping that they're not dead
When they seek the peddlers of poison, nothing but death is on their horizon

They throw away their lives because you give them their supply

You stand to gain
From this form of slavery
You're one of those who enables
These victims to put their lives in shambles

They fill their lungs
They fill their veins
They fill their nasal cavity
But it's no escape