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(This song is dedicated to all those bands who contributed in the development, spread and enrichment of Extreme Metal)
lyrics
There was a time when Metal meant something,
Crossover and Hardcore went hand in hand,
Death and Thrash ruled Extreme Metal scene
and brutal moshpits took the shows command.
Nuclear Assault, DRI, Cryptic Slaughter,
Stormtroopers Of Death were great nice bands.
They taught to us a Lesson in Violence
that cunts without memory can’t understand.
Decades pass through our sight
but clock can’t rot genres tested by time.
Unknowers of history
de-virtualize what others left us
as a glorious inherit.
Even today is hard to believe
this gruesome prostitution of a legacy.
Try to explain to legends of Grind
why all their Hearthwork has gone to shit.
No excuses, no replies,
all new HxC fans should not feel lot of pride.
It’s time to reclaim what is ours by right
and end this scumbags blight.
Napalm Death, Terrorizer, Repulsion
received the baton by creating Grind.
Gruesome surgery, putrescence and politics
ruled when Death Metal was killed by industry.
New genres arose like a viral disease
infesting roots of Extreme Metal family tree.
Groove Metal titans plagiarize the least famous
and built the foundations of the breakdown shit.
Deal with it, this ain’t your role.
Deathcore is a senseless fashion joke.
Should not fix what never broke.
You’re only a part time emo
with a consciousness revoked.
Embarrassing distortion
of a brutal way of life.
Gruesome stretcher earrings
that will spread until day you die.
Rapcore backward caps,
ridiculous moustaches,
fancy thrasher hoodies
even ain’t knowing what means Thrash.
Practice what you preach,
to make something of value means
more than binary
code in one string.
Endless slow breakdowns,
minor seconds: MINDFUCK NOISE!
Fifths in Dropped C tuning
that one finger can deploy.
Get the fuck out of our culture!
No one wants you inside of it.
Your shit is acoustic pollution
for human consumption unfit.
There’s no reason for your existence,
you’ll never be a part of our history.
Absurdly uprooted genres are
nothing but hideous infamy.
You drag our name through mud
by playing a senseless (farce).
Farce is revealed, removes the mask:
to captive new kids is what industry wants
by selling new products that just sound like shit,
made in chain production with sample drum kits.
Pride in prejudice is confirmed.
To include them in extreme is absurd.
ABSURD!
credits
from Surveillance States,
track released October 20, 2018
Víctor Sánchez - Bass/Vocals
Daniel Zolyniak - Lead Guitar
Fran J. Rodríguez - Lead Guitar
Erik Raya - Drums
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All lyrics by Víctor Sánchez
All music by Fran J. Rodríguez and Víctor Sánchez
Recorded, engineered, mixed and mastered by Javier Ustara at Mpire Studios
Guitars and bass recorded by Víctor Sánchez
Artwork and Design by Fran J. Rodríguez and Víctor Sánchez
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