1. |
1000 Eyes
03:48
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There's a thousand eyes watching you
There's a thousand eyes watching you
You can run and hide
but she sees right through
when she locks her eyes on you
You will never sleep
Never rest your wicked head
And when you find some peace
she stares down from the ceiling
Bittersweet, you always watch me when I sleep
with your hands around my neck
Suicide, if I try to close my eyes
Your cold lips sweet kiss of death
She keeps your serpent in her chest
A nest of serpents in her chest
Feel them slip and slide
and tear you apart
as they wrap around your heart
You will never breathe
No time to stop and catch your breath
And as you gasp for air
you can feel her fingers tighten
Bittersweet, you always watch me when I sleep
with your hands around my neck
Suicide, if I try to close my eyes
Your cold lips sweet kiss of death
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2. |
Not Human
03:09
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I don't fit in
just don't belong here
Lost in a sea
of smiling faces
Trapped in this skin
I can't peel away
I'm living in
a misanthropic haze
I'm not human
I've seen it all before
I'm not human
This world of worthless whores
I'm not human
Get me out of this place
I'm not human
Send me to outer space
Look at these hands
Look at this body
Ill-fitting suit
of flesh and bone
Surrounded by
dead empty eyes
Lost in a crowd
but i'm still alone
I'm not human
I've seen it all before
I'm not human
This world of worthless whores
I'm not human
Get me out of this place
I'm not human
Send me to outer space
Don't want your church
Don't want your money
Your puppet strings
Your mind control
They live their lives
minds filled with lies and pain
Was born without
A fucking lizard brain
I'm not human
I've seen it all before
I'm not human
This world of worthless whores
I'm not human
Get me out of this place
I'm not human
Send me to outer space
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3. |
Children of Atom
02:54
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We are a fire in the street
The face of entropy, a culling
We walk where no one knows our name
We live and breathe under the acid rain
Black out the sun
Children of Atom
Black out the sun
We grow cold
Sick children play on concrete hills
Can't feel alive unless we radiate
A burning ash fills every breath
Black mouth of genocide
the Elder's rape
Black out the sun
Children of Atom
Black out the sun
We grow cold
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HCTC San Francisco, California
Born AD 2020 with the goal of making heavy punk/horror punk tunes or whatever else we feel like playing. HCTC features bassist Zack Charlos of Bracket (Fat Wreck Chords) as well as ex members of SF Doom quartet Orchid (Nuclear Blast Records) Mark Thomas Baker and TJ Cox. Erik Hayhurst completes the cult on Vocals/Synth. ... more
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