Lyrics : barney greenway / music : mitch harris

Someone wants me dead
From the neck and upwards.
Rope weaved by these hands,
Box of my toils.

Coerced - dazed by a suckerpunch.
Reeling - believing that these are the dues.

Pitch back - throwback to a chastised youth.
No quarter - stifled under a stich-up hood.

To be made an example
Will stauch my deviant flow.

Held a lever that only I can pull.
Need a trauma to silence my loose tongue.

Bigots want my head
On a plate to sound-out.

Probing - exposing delicate core to full view.
Damning - programming etiquette to suit.

To dissect and reset
Will staunch my deviant flow.

Held a lever that only I can pull.
Need a trauma to silence my loose tongue.
Group constrictor.
Throttling a bond.
Call a cull to silence our loose tongues.

• A Means to an End
• Affixed by Disconcern
• All Intensive Purposes
• Bled Dry
• Breed to Breathe
• Cleanse Impure
• Clutching at Barbs
• Devouring Depraved
• Incendiary Incoming
• Insanity Excursion
• Mass Appeal Madness
• Nazi Punks Fuck Off
• Next of Kin to Chaos
• None The Wiser?
• Pride Assassin
• Repression Out of Uniform
• Sceptic in Perspective
• Stranger Now
• The Infiltraitor
• Thrown Down a Rope
• Time Will Come
• Ulterior Exterior