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Intro(BecomeDeath)
01:31
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2. |
Death (In Vogue)
04:28
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Machine gun manequins
Bombshell pedestrians
Arm chair genocide
You sit back, in god we lie
Got a sweat-shop fashion sense
Society is an offense
Product placement in the death camps
Got your name brand, gonna revamp
Death is in vogue
Be a robot in the big show
Death is in vogue
Self-mutilate, strike a death pose
Kill kill kill, the competition
Bang bang, your prescription
Beautiful corpse covered in me
Your dead fingers pleasure seek
Undead but not alive
you fantasize the other side
Sex-fiend artillery
The date-rape infantry
Death is in vogue
Be a robot in the big show
Death is in vogue
Self-mutilate, strike a death pose
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3. |
Ashes To Ashes
04:15
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Look at me, inside me
I'm past the point of no return
I cant feel, I cant breathe
I only live to watch it burn
Bondage through domination
Now I see your ecstasy
Flagulate to purify
The pain will set you free
We fall together, but I lift you up
Leave me to burning, as I turn to dust
But I stand defiant, as I face your flames
We dance in the fire, to ash again
Watch it burning, my back is turning
All that is left is ashes
We fuck we're feeding, the lie is breeding
Burn us to the ground, Ashes
You change before my eyes
shed the skin, reptile
Make the change, tell the lie
I let you in, you let me die
We fall together, but I lift you up
Leave me to burning, as I turn to dust
But I stand defiant, as I face your flames
We dance in the fire, to ash again
Watch it burning, my back is turning
All that is left is ashes
We fuck we're feeding, the lie is breeding
Burn us to the ground, Ashes
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Sanctuary
04:51
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I smell sex and cigarettes, you look fashionably dead
I taste your lingering regret, I lie upon your blood soaked bed
Inseminate reanimated flesh, without a mind
I turn you on to turn you out, but you don't mind
You all, look dead to me
It's in your eyes
A proxy whore, of society
Brainwashed, until you die
Zombie arise
Dance like the dead the living end
Burn out your eyes
victims of your mental genocide
Sanctuary
The crucifix the truth you fix
Sewing shit the lovers lips
I won't put up a fight
Satisfy your appetite
Sanctuary
I can tell you want me well I want you too
I play with fire, I want to get burned by you
Cover me in wire, make me bleed you always do
Indentured flesh it tastes the best
make me a zombie too
Zombie arise
Dance like the dead the living end
Burn out your eyes
Victims of your mental genocide
Sanctuary
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5. |
What The Fuck
03:43
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What the fuck is wrong with you
Blind to what you put me through
Absent from a lovers touch
Finding out the lies are true
I died for you Id kill for you
You tore me down broke me in two
Left me here to bleed in vein
Got nothing left I've gone insane
What the fuck is wrong with me
Wake me up I can not see
Now the light it burns my eyes
Agonize as my insides die
Despise the weak human in me
Despise the life I cannot lead
Suffocate I can not breathe
Im paralized I cannot leave
The fuck is wrong with you
What the fuck is wrong with us
We kill ourselves we all distrust
Divide ourselves and ask whats wrong
Realize our faults unjust
Mesmorized believe your own lies
Fantasize that Im the bad guy
Defy the logic and the truth
And then we die another wasted youth
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6. |
The Devil's Dance
04:28
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I am your sacrifice
I gladly give my life
to the unknown
let me into your home
put me under your bed
give me total control
neglect me here
and let me grow
give me all new fears
Im your Van Gogh
She speaks to me
She tells me lies
Tells me what do
the devil is you
Dance, dance, Do the devils dance
You yeah you
are the genesis
architect of pain
with heavy emphasis
on the suffering
on the abyss
theory with a string
I'm your thesis
break me when
your all done
lose the best parts
am I dead yet
She speaks to me
She tells me lies
Tells me what do
the devil is you
Dance, dance, Do the devils dance
Your words are fallacy perpetrate hate
live in a fantasy world is sedate
suffocate feelings dark energy grows
blacken my heart my blood froze
casting a spell its witching hour
devil in you can overpower
consuming your hate you slowly decay
beg my return but you fall away
you fall away
She speaks to me
She tells me lies
Tells me what do
the devil is you
Dance, dance, Do the devils dance
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7. |
My Misery Machine
04:53
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Lost and found I'm going down, down, into the end
of my sanity
I'm checking out, I'm fucking off
I'm taking with, the pieces left of me
I was a waste your big mistake
your little problem in the way
never mind the blood dripping from my face
cause your not like me, misery machine
I'm reaching out I'm looking up but your not around
now I'm obsolete
You traded in, upgraded then threw me away
this is my defeat
Suffocated and berated in the end I'm always hated
how could I not have anticipated
That you're not like me
You're a misery machine
They don't fuck like me
I don't need to breathe
But you don't fuck for free
Just bad programming
You lied to me you pharisee
and you couldn't care to see it's tormenting me
You're a cock razor
You're a hater/faker
On the run a loaded gun gonna kill you just for fun
fill you full of holes and fuck every one
They don't fuck like me
I don't need to breathe
But you don't fuck for free
Just bad programming
But you don't feel like me
Misery machine
She's the death of me
Misery machine
Take a look at you
You're artificial too
Dead inside like me
Use me up and see
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8. |
Condemned
02:04
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9. |
Soundtrack To Suicide
04:58
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No turning back its in your face now
you've seen the truth you can't disavow
Stockholm syndromes' got you by the balls
pull your trigger make you dance like plastic dolls
Load me up and put me in your mouth
swallow it down the lies spilling out
Load me up and pull the trigger
I take me away soundtrack to suicide
You gave yourself to the machine
your brain was washed to make you clean
propagate, inculcate, subjugated by
killing yourself to live the lie
Load me up and put me in your mouth
swallow it down the lies spilling out
Load me up and pull the trigger
I take me away soundtrack to suicide
I prefer death to your society
and your intellectual sobriety
makes me sick, makes me mad to watch it crumbling
you just stand aside you don't do a thing
Load me up and put me in your mouth
swallow it down the lies spilling out
Load me up and pull the trigger
I take me away soundtrack to suicide
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10. |
Pop Star
03:54
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Red carpet lights flashing
your on easy street
Think your smart think your fresh
think your "A" meat
Sign your soul and your holes
on the dotted line
Now you dance on command
you're a strip mine
Got no talent just flesh
that's your only worth
Not an artist cant write
your a culture curse
Clone of a clone of a clone
just a memory
Your the scar your cancer
of society
We are whats left of this dying world
and what remains is bottom shelf
Like rats on a sinking ship
you forsake the weak every man for himself
Got your brands got your bling
got your bullshit
Making friends fashion trends
you don't admit
That you're empty that you're hollow
its a punishment
Its too late your incapable of dissent
Just a slave at a rave
your just pathetic
Your scripted life
just makes me sick
We are whats left of this dying world
and what remains is bottom shelf
Like rats on a sinking ship
you forsake the weak every man for himself
I'm a popstar a fucking popstar
I'm corporate sponsored Im gonna go far
I'm a popstar Im not a rock star
I didn't write these words cant play guitar
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infekt Peoria, Illinois
in·fekt
:to contaminate the masses of robots with thought producing
agents
Infekt was officially formed in 2012, in an embryonic soup of societal upheaval, corruption, advertising, religion, and propaganda. Rising from this primordial ooze with an industrial/metal sound, Infekt is set to contaminate the music industry with their ideas, synths, and grinding guitars.
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