Pete Curtis- words, vox, lead guitar, noise, cover design
Bryan Lothian- drums, bass, rhythm guitar, noise

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SUPPLY LINE PULL THE PLUG ON GIVING A FUCK TRILLIONS UP OR SYSTEM GOES BUST SUPPLY LINES CUT NO GLUT WITH ALL THE STUFF THAT’S NEVER ENOUGH THAT MAKES YOU NUT DEATH KNELLS TOLL WON’T RELINQUISH CONTROL THEN THEY’LL KNOW SOULS BEEN SOLD FOR A BUMP IN THE POLLS BEREFT BY DEATH THE MORGUES A MESS AND THE CORONERS DEAD INDOCTRINATE THE REST YOUR NUMBERS NEXT CODIFY THROES FEVER SHOWS CHARGE A COVER FOR THE SIRENS BELOW DESPISE THE STRUGGLE THAT’S BURIED IN RUBBLE INHERIT THE MEEK CUZ YOUR NUMBERS REEK A MILLION DEAD IN A WEEK CONVERT THE ILL WITH CYANIDE PILLS 1% THRILLS DUCK THE BILL SEARING GUTS SUPPLY LINES CUT PANTRIES ROT SELL THE LOT DIVVY THE POT LET QUESTIONS ROT JUST LIKE LONDON’S PLOTS YOU’RE A FUCKING TWAT TOP OF THE PILE DIS-RELATION EATING AWAY FROM YOUR HISTORY NEW KINGDOMS BORN TO AN ARMY OF SLAVES AIN’T NO DIFFERENT TODAY OUR BONES GOT RUSTY AND THE MARROW TOO CHEAP NOW THERE’S A CRISIS IN THE SCRAPYARD ONTOGENY IN HEAP THE MAN/VASSALS ON TOP OF THE PILE DISTRACTS THOSE CROSSING THE PLAINS A GENESIS OF INNOVATION A PROTO GOLD STANDARD IN PAIN WE RAPIDLY DECLINE AN INDUSTRIOUS WASTE OF TIME CONVENIENCE CONSTRAINED MANKIND TO THE ASSEMBLY LINE FROM SHIPS TO CAGED CATTLE THIS ISN’T A BATTLE IT’S A SLAUGHTER CONSCRIPTED ANIMATION FROM A GLOWING SCREEN PROPERTY NOT ENTITY TOO WORTHLESS TO HEAR THE SCREAMS FEUDAL PLEAS FROM THE STREETS RING
NO ROOM IN THE HEARSE UNWITTING KILLERS AND AIMLESS VICTIMS PACING FROM STORY TO STORY RUMMAGING FOR A PATTERN BLEATING BUSINESSMEN AND HOWLING CHUMPS REMOTE CONTROL THE WARFRONT EMULATE THE GREED WE BECOME ELITES FINALLY EARN NOTHING AND HAVE IT ALL THIS SHITS SPIRALING BOUND TO BURN AND FALL COMMERCE FIRST NO ROOM IN THE HEARSE BURY THE PEARLS AND BURN THE PURSE IT’S ONLY GETTING WORSE REPO MEN AND SAGGY TRUNKS THE EARTH WILL EAT THE GARBAGE BUT WE’RE THE POISON JUNK THE REDUNDANCY OF MISERY MAKES ME BELIEVE THAT WE WERE NEVER FREE BECAUSE WE WEREN’T EASY TO AVOID AFFLUENT INGRATES WITH POOR TIMING GETTA TASTE WANNA WASTE UNCUT CAPITOL LIKE A BAG OF STEPPED ON SHIT ALL THE DROOL KIDS AT THE SHITTIEST PARTY ALL JACKED UP CRYING FOR MOMMY DADDY SIPPING BABY"S BLOOD ON THE DARK SIDE OF KHAKI YOU’RE SO EASY TO AVOID YOUR PERSPECTIVE IS NEATLY PACKAGED VOID OF DISTINCTION DECREEING SANCTIONS ON INNOCENT ACTIONS TYPICAL GLIB INFIDEL OVERREACTION AGITATOR HANG EM FROM THE BORDER FENCE CHOP EM UP INTO LITTLE BITS LET EM WATCH THE IMMIGRANTS LIVE A LIFE OF OPULENCE LET EM LOOSE WITH NO RIGHT TO CHOOSE MAKE EM TIE THEIR OWN FUCKING NOOSE FRY THEIR BRAINS AT KNIFE-POINT DO THEIR COKE AND SMOKE THEIR JOINTS CHUM THE WATERS WITH BAGS OF CASH BELITTLE THEIR LINEAGE CONFINE EM TO A FILTHY CELL LIQUIDATE THEIR ESTATE AND REJECT THEIR BAIL YOUR BOMBS CAUSE NO ALARM NO TRUTH NO WRONG BRAINS SWELL IN HELL OVERLORDS SHOW A TELL YOU CATER TO THE MUCK, SHORT TEMPERED AND DUMBSHIT FUCKS BLAME YOUR DOGMA ON THE DEMAGOGUES NO STORIES JUST EPILOGUES
PRESS 1 FOR DEATH WE’RE NOT GOING HOME ARE WE WE’RE GOING TO DROWN, MAYBE GET SHOT DOWNTOWN, LIKELY SLIP OFF A CLIFF, SURELY BURN UP IN A WRECK, PROBABLY TURN A SHADE OF BLUE O.D.OPERATORS ARE STANDING BY CALL NOW FOR A NON EXCLUSIVE PRIZE NO MATTER GENDER RACE CREED DESPAIR OR PRIDE EQUALIZE AND RIDE WE ALL PRESS 1 WHEN WE GOTTA DIE THANK YOU FOR CHOOSING DEATH PRESS 5 TO DIE IN BED PRESS 6 FOR A HOLE IN THE HEAD ENJOY THE SIRENS RED BE SURE TO RESERVE A SPOT WITH THE NEWLY ACQUIRED PLAGUES FOR HIRE WE ALL DIE ALONE, PAINFULLY KIN AWAIT THE TOLL ANXIOUSLY JUST PICK UP THE PHONE THAWS HYSTERIC GOLD RUSH BANKRUPTS THE TRUST OF EMPYREAN CUCKS WHO IMMOLATE TO DUST TOO HOGGISH AND PIOUS TO SUFFER WITH THE REST OF US IT’S AN ALL OUT S.O.S ABSENTLY CARELESS PARANOIA THAWS NO CRUTCH NO CROSS LET IT ROT SELF INDULGENCE WILL NOT BE QUELLED BY ANY NOVEL PLAGUE A POPULACE DISTRAUGHT DESPITE THE SHORTAGES THEY FACE SO “LIBERATE” THE RATIONS THEY SHOUT AS THEY STORM THE MARKET GATE NOT THAT LONG AGO THEIR KIN SHACKLED AND SOLD AFRICANS AND CALLED IT FATE WHAT A SELF SALIENT LOT A BUNCH OF PERNICIOUS TWATS ONE FOR NONE AND NONE FOR ALL UNTIL ALL IS GOT