"10 Ways to Die"

by Knife Cult

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Aerodynamic hatred, I plan to learn this machine. Once they give me control, and end to you I’ll see. Propulsive Anger, Ballistic Revenge, I learn to fly, I learn the End. Pitch, Yaw, Roll. Pitch, Yaw, Roll. I crash this vessel, I take control. Fixed Wing Focus, Momentum to Kill, I will fly this vessel, I will destroy your will. Lift, thrust, Drag, Speed, Altitude, Murder. Rotary of Death, Wings of Burden (I cut them off) Wings of Death, Wings of Life, I fly to kill you. I fly to Die
Looking down on insects? Trying to find their weakness? Someday they will live inside your skin. Attack, the Queen! Attack, the scene. You laugh as they move slowly, Approaching they grow coldly, They will live inside inside your skin. Shedding my skin and becoming a new form of light. A part of my team I have no time to think of my strife. Using my legs to achieve maximum height. Adapt and destroy and consume as we crawl to the fight. Attack, The Queen! Attack, come clean.
I walked away and never looked back. I tried to pay your bill and buy snacks. All my time with you has become A nightmare I can’t wake up from. The world sees you as someone special. The charm you make is something from hell. Drop the veil and see what you are, A funny fucking joke waiting for a free car. Your life is free, your life...handed to you on a platter. Your life easy...full of lies and chicken chatter.
Built by you now I thrive. Though their sadness lurking in my lines. Your crimes now become my lies. robot, psychotic, melodic, I got it. Leading me asunder, Your input makes me wonder, Your programmed all my blunders.
To whom it may concern, I haven’t the courage to end my wicked life. I’m tired of making excuses for the crimes I have committed. I want to burn in hell for the choices I’ve made but I haven’t the strength. I want to be free of the regret I have within. I will put myself in harms way and I will prepare my last breath. Remember me not for the evil I imposed. Remember me not for the pain I have inflicted. Remember how I stood in front of those bullets. I will die by cop. I will eat lead. I will find peace. I will find peace. I will find peace. Taste the lead.
Feline force of reckoning rats and mice chased and hunted tail first devouring battling the forces of nature hardwires for conflict prayer for the prey ferel cats and strays unending warfare lions armor forged in fire iron wills prevail indoctrinated with catnip battlecats assemble animal armies tremble feline force of reckoning feline force of reckoning
Alberto Salazar Antonio Puerta Chad Schieber Ryan Shay Cardiac response brings death The shock to your system provides the end of life. Your heart fails, your body crashes. The stress is unending. Over population is cured by physical vanity. You can try to stay safe but your blood vessels argue. Coronary Artery Disease, JIM FIXX. Hypertrophic Cardiomyopathy Abnormalities in your aorta. Weakened cardio tissue. Mitral valve Prolapse. Alberto Salazar Antonio Puerta Chad Schieber Ryan Shay
Lack of Illumination Plagues my Soul Unable to Distinguish What is New and Old Perception, Emotion Swallowed in Black. Below the Horizon Is where I lay my hat. To those who walk in the light, I laugh at thee. Using the dying sun to guide you, Amuses me. The whole world is a shadow As we try to flee from night. Even the daylight hours, Show only pain and fright. Perception, Emotion Swallowed in Black. Below the Horizon Is where I lay my hat.
Volatile rock, underneath the earth, suspended crystals live! Intruding into land, turning into sand, explosive ejection. 3000 Fahrenheit, rarish carbonite, magma brings your doom. Silicate design, rift zones help them climb, just wait until it cools. Fire Underneath My feet Liquid Evolution complete
Born to Riff, Die to Grind Another day of wasted time. Born to Riff, Die to Grind, There is no way to make a dime. The fire, inside, I have is dead Life giveth and taketh away. The will to grind has taken me, Back to a place of more pain. Born to Riff, Die to Grind No future just wasted time. Born to Riff, Die to Grind Till the end no hope I'll find.


Introducing "10 Ways to Die" by Knife Cult

Album available at Dead Read Queen Records on IG.


released December 14, 2017

Travis Tompkins - Vocals (Psychiatric Regurgitation)
Stevan Koye - Guitar (Kill the Client)
Dave Spencer - Bass (Devourment)
Surya Pun - Drums (Chepang)

Released through Dead Red Queen Records
Recorded at The Kitchen Studios in Dallas, Texas.
Lyrics to 'rats and mice' by Shane from VBT
Artwork: Nanda Dika Violence Art on IG


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