2006​-​2009

by Mutant Culture

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released 15 July 2011
Vocals, guitars: Chris Whelan
Guitars, vocals: Peter Gallagher
Bass: Martin O'Shea
Drums: Aaron McHugh

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tags: alternative metal grunge metal rock Ireland

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Track Name: Cinderella
You’re mine
You just don’t show it
Your smile
I’d live in there
You’re nigh
I ought to know it
Your mouth
Is everywhere

And you’re in my heart
Smoking up my lungs
And you’re in my head
Tipping off my tongue

Your mouth
Your mind
Await
All mine.

Big love
Your hammer
Your saint
Watch from afar

Are you in my head,
Singing ‘Head to Toe’?
Am I in your heart,
Bleeding through your bones?

Your mouth
Your mind
Await
All mine.

You’d kiss like Cinderella
& scream like Polly Jean
Track Name: Vigilante
Invaders
Crusaders
Consumed by a lie
Confused, convoluted and distorted by
Protectors
Infectors
PR pricks in ties
Who prey precious cash-mines & capitalize
In you ears
In your eyes
Manifestos & makeup from leftwing, from right
In your ears
In your eyes
Every ending is dead so impeach in disguise

(In disguise)
I know your black masked mind's the same as mine
Why can't we smile?
You need to
Know your black masked mind's the same as mine
Why can't we smile?
You need to
Smile

To watch you
They bought you
Los Angeles lies
Equipped with white pickets and perfect white smiles
The truth is
They haunt you
With jet fuel and fire
Symmetrical hemispheres fight for their mind
In your ears
In your eyes
Blood on the streets but you don't know why
In your ears
In your eyes
Every subject asleep, but in flames you will fly

(In disguise)
I know your black masked mind's the same as mine
Why can't we smile?
You need to
Know your black masked mind's the same as mine
Why can't we smile?
You need to
Smile

They're shining signs in the sky, screaming out
Praying for messiahs or knights, martyr men, Holy Marys
Hawks and felines, psychopaths stray the city
Clawing or crying out chance vendettas
While council-desk-lies hide it all, make it pretty
Probing each mind, preaching through ghost comities
Sings in the sky scream out for peace
But our peace paradoxically cries...

Anarchize
Track Name: Witch
Rose-red cherub
Seeping between the sheets
Disassembled
Stirred slow in spit and seed
Cackling, croaking
Cares not for what she does
Bubbling, broken
Heart boils and burns a love
Like your love, your love
Your simmering, shivering love
Your love, your love
Your inanimate, contaminate love

Witch
Cry, cry, cry, cry
Call another flock to the cover
Witch
Lie, lie, lie, lie
Shed skin, reveal your soul

Mirror, mirror
Cob-cracked upon her wall
Makes no fairer
A maiden lost of all but
Screams and smiling
A face concealed in stone
Bleed it; fly it
Hark, hear the angels drone
Of your love, your love
Your haunted, your fraudulent love
Your love, your love
Your forgettable, perpetual love

Witch
Cry, cry, cry, cry
Call another flock to the cover
Witch
Lie, lie, lie, lie
Shed skin, reveal your soul

Tell me how it feels that they've tell you I've told
Tell me how you're green, how I'm blackened and stoned
Tell me how you weep when you're all on your own
Oh, why go?
Why go?
Why?
Track Name: Sex, Drugs, Etc.
oh, why
should I
philosophize
should I philosophize
when all
i want;
to be inside
i want to be inside
of you
your mouth
your in-betweens
your top-down 911s
your T
V screens
make teenage dreams
Where I just wanna have fun

I'm on sale
I'm on sale
I'm on sale
I'm on sale

oh, me
i need
my N.M.E.
i need my N.M.E.
to brush
me up
and blur me out
their heart-bled Next Big Thing
you won't
believe
how hard I bleed
how hard, my heart it bleeds
for meth
and E
and LSD
i want to be diseased

I'm on sale
I'm on sale
I'm on sale
I'm on sale

You prance around in pretty little costumes, pretending like you feel what you play. Melo-ballads of lost love and suffering for melomasses of middle-class prey. Mused by lenses, embracing current trends, your vast target market is a highly-profitable host community. But your profession is an expression, it's not a fucking photo opportunity.

I'm on sale
I'm on sale
I'm on sale
I'm on sale
Track Name: New Religion (demo)
She does witchcraft and magic potions
He does hell's best satanic calls
Mother's high on some Christian opium
Dad don't believe a thing at all
Let's get lost in a new religion
Fake foundations to walk upon
We're all lost in confused religions
Straight-edged, junkheads, we're all on drugs

She does switchblades and marijuana
He does fear, praise and fiction books
Filth-cribs, cut wrists and deep dark traumas
Prophets, penance, priests, pawns, rooks
We're blinded and cave-wall-chained (to keep us under control)
We're guided in rose-tint vain (to keep us under control)
Corrupted and ten ways torn (to keep us under control)
Caught up in endless wars (to keep us under control)

Lost inside a new religion

She does gut spills and glossed-up dollars
He does cult hymns and white trash lords
Suicides, new lives and brainwash-callers
Rich-wish-stick-kids and hotel whores
We're blinded and cave-wall-chained (to keep us under control)
We're guided in rose-tint vain (to keep us under control)
Corrupted and ten ways torn (to keep us under control)
Caught up in endless wars (to keep us under control)

Lost inside a new religion

Lost inside, you're lost inside for good