Absurdities And Death Rites

by Spiteful Urinator

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Recorded in 146 and Studio Blasphemy Nov/Dec 2016

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released February 22, 2017

Bryan - Drums
Dane - Vocals
Tonamu - Bass and Vocals
Sean - Guitar

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Spiteful Urinator Hamilton, New Zealand

Several idiots from some shit bands past and present.

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Track Name: Slaves To Death
Slaves in life, slaves to death!
The bible is bullshit, a dead bastard lie.
Control and profit for life after death!
Track Name: Nuisance Plight
Exodus!
Path behind strewn with bodies.
Perfect storm, tipping point human jetsam.

Pity your kids don't float till they're already dead,
mouthing your futile prayers, go tell the ocean floor.

Misery!
Compounded. Wringing hands,
Wave upon wave close the border.

Pity your kids don't float till they're already dead,
Our continent won't care about your nuisance plight.
Track Name: Speed Is A Drill
Speed is a conquest, speed is a prize,
speed is a fix, speed is a disguise.

Better to be a moving target, had me in your sights,
but now I'm gone.
Fuck your play and stop, I only need fast forward and pause.
It all sounds better anyway when you blur out all the flaws.

Speed is a drill, speed is a vice, speed is a saw-blade right across the eyes!
With enough acceleration all the unworthy get fatigued and disengage and with enough velocity any blunt object can penetrate a rib-cage.
Track Name: I Don't Think So
Rising shit now knee high,
all passion is butt kissed!

Acting like I shit in your mouth, like I spewed in your house.

It's about cliche and shit talk,
the shiny crotch of the masses.

Never knowing I couldn't care less,
knowing that I left a mess.