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Death & Taxes

by Cadavers

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You have nothing to wear You need a new design What a fucking crime Now you can’t decide And someone spilt wine On your favourite fur coat Same red colour as the blood it was soaked in You went out to spend all the money you saved On fresh new materials Such a fashion slave No, real fashion slaves are working the machines For pennies a day They’re living on the streets because... Fashion Kills Violence, cruelty, exploitation, slavery Fashion kills Suicide, vanity, cocaine, amphetamine You read their magazines You watch their fashion shows Hate your reflection Stick a finger down your throat Then next thing you know There’s a wire in your nose Superficial industry manipulating you Doesn’t he look so good on the catwalk Doesn’t she look so good on the catwalk Don’t they look so good on the catwalk It’s so fucking good on the catwalk but...
Cold World 01:26
People killing everyday People dying everyday War and famine Death and decay Human nature Malignant disease We don’t care About The violence State of blissful ignorance Genocide Extremism Armed by Western governments Cold fucking world Industrial powers Destroying the earth Human extinction What we deserve What good is power when there’s nothing left? Civilisation meaningless Cold fucking world Business men in politics The privileged few The filthy rich Look after their own Take from the poor Worked to death Disposable pawns There’s no future Dissolve all faith Time to end the human race Time to face the consequence of a Parasitic existence Cold fucking world
Your government hates you They want you die Don’t wanna educate you They want you to die They wanna control you And keep you in line Twisted media Single hive mind Death and taxes Rich politicians only care for themselves The deadbeat crooks don’t wanna share the wealth They’ll throw you to the jackals Make you fend for yourself A needle in your arm To escape from this hell Death and Taxes Do you feel broken? Do you feel hopeless? We’re only servants For the vultures Your government hates you They want you die Don’t wanna educate you They want you to die Class divide and poverty Foundations of their society
Hole 02:08
Why is everyone staring at me? Could it be that I’m making a scene? Colours bleed pleasantly in my visual field I don’t care if they stare Cause it’s making me feel (good) Maybe I shouldn’t’ve done this Maybe I shouldn’t’ve I know Maybe I shouldn’t’ve done this But I’ve done this And now I’m stuck in a hole Human waste Tooth decay A bad taste on my tongue The insects eat me flesh As I lay in the sun A dead brain ain’t the same I can’t figure it out Well who put this black leather boot in my mouth? I can’t figure it out Excuse me son… What have I done? I’ve done nothing wrong! Don’t take me away Don’t take me back to the cell I am not a criminal I am a professional Yes I am a professional I don’t deserve the iron bars I know what my human rights are Yes I confess I took it all! I’ll walk it off
I don’t wanna work too hard But I can’t afford a car I just want a taste of the finer things Like a television star I am an addict I am a square eyes Brainwashed by TV I don’t wanna live a real life I want to live in reality I wanna go to a red carpet affair I wanna live like royalty Please take me to a red carpet affair Fortune, fame and celebrity Soon I’ll be toast of the town The spotlight is on me I’ll fill my face with silicon And I’ll age disgracefully I wanna feel like a big jack in all black Red carpet affairs Well you say I’m just a cultureless down ‘n’ out So I could make it anywhere Anywhere!
I don’t wanna work now My brain’s checked out Every day the same thing It’s boring, monotony Victim of the system Crushing me slowly Wasting precious seconds Now I’m looking forward to death Another worker drone Another worker drone A mindless member of the hoard With no will of my own The only thing that keeps me loose Is drug and alcohol abuse I’ll have you a fight in my dancing shoes Weekend warrior I just want some cheap thrills Cheap booze, cheap girls Purveyor of the bar scene Testosterone No dignity I’ll have these pills with a sip of beer Another round mate? Good idea! Are you having a good time? Wash away the vomit and you’ll be fine Pupils start to dilate Increasing heart rate Sympathetic master I asked her “come home with me?” And without hesitation And no explanation She kicked me to the curb Oh I can’t wait to do it again next week
Old Glory 02:56
Another massacre today in the news Another needless slaughter A maniac opens fire on the crowd Innocent people dead on the ground So who’s to blame? Not the NRA Who opposes control? Every household A killing machine Guns in the USA I don’t feel safe without the... I don’t feel free without the... I can’t kill you without the... A whole nation brainwashed War and murder romanticised Patriot you must lay down your life For the sacred bill of rights Is that the American dream? To breed cold-blooded killers Bleed for the stars and stripes Finger ready to pull the trigger Pull the trigger.
Separation 02:11
I’ve got a feeling it’s leaving me A prisoner of reality And it’s spreading like a chill to my bones Violent messages when I’m alone I’m alone I’m paranoid I’m paranoid I fall further into the dark I’m paranoid I’m paranoid I sink deeper into the void I’m paranoid I’m paranoid My humanity falling apart I’m paranoid I’m paranoid I sink deeper into the void I got a feeling they’re watching me A prisoner of this reverie The voices whisper inside of my head: "Can’t trust the pills because they wanted you dead" Am I dead? I’m alone
Indifference 02:54
I am selfish I am shallow I have no feelings It doesn’t matter It doesn’t mean anything I am angry and unkind In this bitter head of mine I don’t impress you Well so what? Never mind I don’t care I am dishonest I am a liar I am a waste of space It doesn’t matter It doesn’t mean anything I am a bad seed A parasite And I will rot you inside It doesn’t give me any satisfaction Are you satisfied? I don’t care You’re talking to yourself I’m not listening Why don’t you bother someone else? I’m not listening
Mindless idiots Ignorant fools Absent minds procreate Useless gene pool Social media End of us all Worshiping stupidity Minus all thought The modern world is killing me (Regression) Prehistoric ideas Reptilian brains (Regression) Devolution of mankind Back to a primitive state Primitive state Primitive state Fucking moronic bigoted loudmouths Screaming injustice Scum of the earth Inciting hatred, racism, violence Hysterical minds Conditioned at birth Invisible borders So precious, protected From fictional invaders Defenceless civilians Fleeing from war How selfish and senseless “Send ‘em all back, Defend what is ours”
In-Crowding 02:49
I don’t mean to offend you You’re so precious So delicate You’re always ahead of the trend Straight–edge, vegan Whatever that means I don’t want to offend you I’m ignorant A nihilist I heard you write poetry You are such a creative A creative A creative I just wanted to send you A picture of a polaroid A polaroid of you and I A creative A creative Non-conformist So boring So boring So boring You’re so cool I don’t wanna be like you


released September 11, 2016

Music, Lyrics & Artwork by Cadavers
Recorded, Mixed & Mastered at Damn Good Studios in Sheffield, 2016

Cash Norcliffe - Vocals
Jim Parmenter - Guitar/Vocals
Rob Cook - Bass
Adam Cain - Drums, Programming, Vocals


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