Something Wicked This Way Comes

by Juggernaut

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released January 6, 2016

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Track Name: Brainwashed
Breathe into the water that I've provided for you,
Set your mind into a pool of ignorance.
Bleeding skepticism day by day,
Ready to turn red in the fucking face.

I've turned the channels of time for you.
Provided your insecurities with reason.

You've proved time and time again the lack of your intuition.
I'm getting sick of you defending your right to never listen.

You've proved time and time again the lack of your intuition.
I'm getting sick of you defending your right to never fucking listen.

Living in a world where your opinion rots, and festers in the fucking filth that you are.
I've come across so many reasons to distance myself from this wall of windows,
Broken by the fucks of this world.

Open your fucking eyes.
Headlines appeal to your breed.
It's not hard to find.
A world in the dark by its own desires.
Fill in the gaps between the lines.
We're better off without you.
Can't you see the signs?

Gifts from the golden ages aren't so golden anymore,
The saddest part of all of it's the shit that we use it for.
A generation soaked in its own fucking excess,
Saturated gluttons, an imperfect nation, perfect mess.

Open your eyes.

Look into the mirror, whose reflection do you see?
Place your hand upon your chest, is that your own heart beating?

Open your fucking eyes.
Headlines appeal to your breed.
It's not hard to find.
A world in the dark by its own desires.
Fill in the gaps between the lines.
We're better off without you.
Can't you see the signs?

Living in a world where your opinion rots,
And festers in the fucking filth
That you are.
Track Name: Better Off
A little less judgment,
A little less for you to bitch about.
I've made my way past another fork in the road,
And I won't be throwing my beliefs out.

We've all seen faces that we didn't want to see.
We've all been places where we didn't want to be.

Instead of casting a stone,
Why can't you just let it go?
I won't let you be
Another obstacle.

I've told my story thousands of fucking times.
I've made it known that I'm doing just fine.

And while you take for granted being fed under a silver spoon,
I'll continue counting reasons why I'm better off than you.

Instead of casting a stone,
Why can't you just let it go?
I won't let you be
Another fucking obstacle.

I've told my story thousands of fucking times.
I've made it known that I'm doing just fine.

I can't be bought,
I won't be sold,
I know my place in this world.

There's not a thing you can say that'll separate me from this stance.

No matter where you stand on this,
I know these words to be true.
You can keep your judgment.
We are better off than you.
Track Name: Misfit
What will give you motivation,
To see through this charade?

You play the victim,
And I'll play the villain.

I don't give a fuck about the piece of you you're missing.
Take your broken self to someone else for your ass-kissing.

Recycled meaningless jargon,
Here's to hoping you don't get a hard on
Wasting my time with your agonizing bullshit,
Piece of shit,
Little bitch,
Claim to be misfit.

And while you cry,
And put your fingers to your head,
Pull the trigger,
All your lines have already been said.

Tell me again that this is what they say to you,
All of the same shit that everyone's been through.
A contract written for the pity party by its host,
To sanction your stupidity and outlaw all riposte.

Please tell me how these words I use have less meaning.
For using words that I've actually been screaming.

Pleading with broken walls,
My fists are bleeding.
I'll take pleasure in knowing,
I'm not a hollow being.

Set aside the silence from the quiet,
Watch the blood flow while they try to hide it.
A game played by the young, simple-minded.
A nuance to the privileged, a poison to the like-minded.

Please tell me how these words I use have less meaning.
For using words that I've actually been screaming.

Piece of shit.
Little bitch.

Recycled meaningless jargon,
Here's to hoping you don't get a hard on
Wasting my time with your agonizing bullshit,
Piece of shit,
Little bitch,
Claim to be misfit.

And while you cry,
And put your fingers to your head,
Pull the trigger,
All your lines have already been said.

Tell me again that this is what they say to you,
All of the same shit that everyone's been through.
A contract written for the pity party by its host,
To sanction your stupidity and outlaw all riposte.

Fuck.
Track Name: Shortlived
YAAAAAAAAAAA
Track Name: Succubus (feat. Billy Blanton)
It's like you've always said, "life is a bitch."
And I'll be the one to fucking ruin that slut.

No shame, no heart, you're not broken, just another skeleton.
Locked up inside my closet now without your made-up skin.
You're just another shot at redemption. Another face of deception.
Who are you now?

Who are you now?

You're always waiting for your next fix of relevance.
Another chance to matter to someone other than yourself.
And while you're fucking a new guy
Every fucking night,
Remember who you called
The missing piece to your life.

The empty space,
Residing next to my being now being
Filled with whatever is devoid of feeling,
Processes negligence as a fucking emotion,
My hope is gone for you and your "endless devotion."

I hope you're scared that I'll forget your face.
I hope one day you'll learn your fucking place.
I hope you're happy now 'cause ignorance is bliss,
And I hope you learn to step the fuck back bitch.

I'm getting sick of staring at this screen.
I hate knowing that you think I owe you anything.
Fuck whatever I meant to you before,
Cross my heart,
I don't give a shit about the score.

I'm getting sick of staring at this screen.
I hate knowing that you think I owe you anything.
Fuck whatever I meant before.
Cross my heart.
I don't give a shit.

I don't give a shit.
Track Name: Incinerator
Wretched life, but less than shaken.
Don't waste time on these fucking sensations.
Each cackle: a promise of another grave.
Standing ovations that I have saved.
Take your final bow.

Take your final bow.

Now the taste of kerosene is caked upon your teeth.
I've played with you, I've painted you, my greatest masterpiece.
I've torn the silver from your mouth,
For once you'll gag your fucking self.

I'll turn your life into ash.
And I'll smother my lungs with smoke.
I'll breathe in what you used to be,
And I'll smile as I choke.

This world will never be as quiet,
Witnessing your fall toward death.
The scene coming to a close,
Your life coming toward its rest.

Scorch away the temptations you've found yourself dwelling within. Suffocate on the day you chose to fuck with the wrong person.

I'll turn your life into ash.
And I'll smother my lungs with smoke.
I'll breathe in what you used to be,
And I'll smile as I choke.

This world will never be as quiet,
Witnessing your fall toward death.
The scene coming to a close,
Your life coming toward its rest.

Identifying where my procedure shall begin will be the first step involving the depletion of your sin.
You can thank me later for the things I plan to do, but until then have some faith in me, for I have faith in you.
With the world parting ways at the seams of decency,
I will create a void in the heart of infrequency.
The lies, the hurt, betraying my trust.
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.

Cherish these last moments that you'll spend with me.
Fire your only realm and me, your king.