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The Atrocity Exhibit 7"
Record/Vinyl + Digital Album
10 song EP, finally available on vinyl! Released on a choice of Bruise Purple, Toxic Waste Yellow, or Black Death coloured vinyl! Available from direct from us or from Wooaaargh, Rip Roaring Shit Storm, Never Fall Into Silence, or FxHxExDx.
Note: ONLY BLACK VINYL IS LEFT
Side A:
1. An Expression Of Human Weakness
2. God Shines On Fools
3. Slave To The Mind
4. The Possibility Of Life's
Destruction
5. The Value Of Nothing
Side B:
6. The Sleep Of Reason
7. Death On A Stale Bed
8. Corpsehanger
9. Weakener
10. Violent World
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Includes unlimited streaming of The Atrocity Exhibit
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The Atrocity Exhibit CD EP
Compact Disc (CD) + Digital Album
10 song CD EP, Available from direct from us or from Wooaaargh (Germany). Limited to 200 copies.
Tracklist:
1. An Expression Of Human Weakness
2. God Shines On Fools
3. Slave To The Mind
4. The Possibility Of Life's Destruction
5. The Value Of Nothing
6. The Sleep Of Reason
7. Death On A Stale Bed
8. Corpsehanger
9. Weakener
10. Violent World
Includes free high quality download.
Includes unlimited streaming of The Atrocity Exhibit
via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.
Sold Out
lyrics
Death On A Stale Bed:
This spit of torment,
Like acid to the shield,
Of my final refuge,
It bleeds your silhouette.
You say it all when those lips are sewn shut.
A familiar path of degradation,
It's a well worn road.
Corpsehanger:
Faked your last breath, you know they're coming,
Hanging like a corpse, waiting for the sun.
Stuck in spiral dive, this is no swan song.
The Earth resurrected to greet you with open arms.
Faked your own death, locked collision course,
Figures of dead angels, burned your eyes.
Stuck in spiral dive, this is no swan song.
The Earth resurrected to greet you with open arms.
You're pissing your life away,
Writing a name in the snow.
Weakener:
Exist to be the victim, focus on the fall,
Your self-inflicted spotlight at the centre of it all.
Push away the out stretched hands, dig another hole,
Sink deeper into the grave you blinkered oh so well.
Dwell in isolation, damaged to no end.
Loaded dice, another vice, another broken friend.
Last chance, last card,
Another postcard from the edge, another dream to sell.
The shadow of your former life grows weaker by the day,
Choose your destiny, fuck that kind of life.
Your grip upon your own life gets weaker by the day,
Victim of your destiny, fuck that kind of life.
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