1. |
Miscast/Unfit
02:58
|
|||
Heads together, eyebrows rise
Anxious chatter from the corners
Committee ʼs filled with consternation
Can it really be the truth?
They express their reservations
An unsuitable decision
Dignitaries highly aroused
Eager to defy the fateful choice
Out of sight the wires run hot
Try to shake off this filthy rot
They express their reservations
An unsuitable decision
Here comes the miscast, piercing through the inner circle
Perceptibly disrupting their petty bourgeois harmony
An interferer, a judgement error through and through
Poisoning the congregation with his immorality
Finally thereʼs no way out
The parasite has grasped and attached
An unsuccessful defamation
So suck it up and (fucking) deal with it
Unfit
For their
Noble company
|
||||
2. |
||||
Wrong turn, 36 times
Hyperfear in undiluted strain
Incrustation in this mental cage
Loose crews, shrill stairway laments
Triangle
Fragmented, linear
Misled decency
The silent pact of the blind
Denied solace, shoulders stay cold
Lunacy obsessed with control
Steady neuter, no empathy
Always the others who must be tame
Triangle
Fragmented, linear
Misled decency
The silent pact of the blind
Inner rejection
Scared stiff (and) embittered
Triangle
Fragmented, linear
Misled decency
The silent pact of the blind
|
||||
3. |
Habits
01:12
|
|||
Habits – used to be fun
Unconcern becomes undone
Habits – (now) issues at best
Literally avoiding the edge
Chug, puff, snort, pop
Munch, stuff, rot, slug
The urge is strict, I’m giving in
Numbing the pressure, slipping again
Habits – used to be fun
Unconcern becomes undone
Habits – (now) issues at best
Literally avoiding the edge
Chug, puff, snort, pop
Munch, stuff, rot, slug
An easy custom to subdue
Turning myself into glue
|
||||
4. |
Fleeced
02:13
|
|||
All the idle talk consumed by (the) ravages of time
Deliberately youʼre trapped at last
All this persuasion and morals
Promise no resilience after all
Once youʼre involved
Youʼll get entangled
In the face of all the truths so clear
One should know better
But yet you stumble
Right into their knife-pointing scheme
You conform to their greed
Let deception succeed
Suppression through money transpires concealed
Once youʼre involved
Youʼll get entangled
In the face of all the truths so clear
One should know better
But yet you stumble
Right into their knife-pointing scheme
You rack your brain apart
Others donʼt mind and fuck you over
Once youʼre involved
Youʼll get entangled
In the face of all the truths so clear
Life is choices
And decision
Still in time to re-step out of line
|
||||
5. |
Confront
01:48
|
|||
„Racist remarks are a result
Of failed education or a broken home“
Tapping their bellys a common advice
But I will uphold a persistent line
Confront the assholes
No false indulgence
One must reach them all, that's what they say
One must tolerate and integrate
I'm sick and tired of this pedagogic shit
Choose a clear site and stick to it
Confront the assholes
No false indulgence
Oh my poor baby, confused & misled
Made (such) a bad experience
I will not tell you what you want to hear
I will call BS and stay very clear
Petty excuses are easily found
It's not always easy to stand a higher ground
But shitbag behaviours I must condemn
Refrained intervention makes me one of them
Confront the assholes
No false indulgence
Chiefly I'm friendly
But if your bullcrap crosses certain lines
Then fuck off!
|
||||
6. |
(Can´t) Cut It Out
01:12
|
|||
Whenever itʼs urgent I canʼt get it done
The hours they pass and I canʼt get it done
Responsibilities are a burden to my psyche
What I canʼt avoid I bury deep inside
I vegetate, laze around and look for other tasks
Idle distractions in spite of given facts
Blood pressure peaks
Depression creeps
For once I know the cause
But though I fail to cut that shit out
Whenever itʼs urgent I canʼt get it done
The days they pass and I (still) canʼt get it done
I wallow in self pity, I bury in the sheets
Cultivate my anguish, surrender in defeat
All these foolish standarts, this homebrewed distress
Decent into a helix of ineffectiveness
Blood pressure peaks
Depression creeps
For once I know the cause
But though I fail to cut that shit
Canʼt cut it out!
Procrastination - canʼt cut it out
Self limitation - canʼt cut it out
Excessive demand - canʼt cut it out
Choked by my own hand - canʼt cut it out
|
||||
7. |
The Outside
02:58
|
|||
Persuasion encourages
But setback pursues hot on heels
A moment of transition
Well prepared and outlined
Decisiveness at hand
Finally everything
Yet ends up in defeat
Relapse - Rebound
Turn For The Worse
Self inflicted perturbation
Relapse - Rebound
Best intentions turn for the worse
Dissuasion discourages
As new low points come into line
A period of regression
Scattered assurance and grit
Numbing the inside tone
There is no watershed
Just oblivion
Relapse - Rebound
Turn For The Worse
Self inflicted perturbation
Relapse - Rebound
Best intentions turn for the worse
Rock me in its comforting arms!
The Outside is gentle
It knows me best, it will not distress me
It’s promises veils my captious reason
Why bother if there’s something else – wash it away!
Routine becomes obsession
Cannot reach a turning point
Autosarcophagic patterns
The aching rest is lost on a beaten path
Relapse - Rebound
Turn For The Worse
Self inflicted perturbation
Relapse - Rebound
Best intentions turn for the worse
|
||||
8. |
Sold & Betrayed
01:36
|
|||
Face down in the dirt, nothing ‘round but blood
Damaged body wrecks, shrinked is your valor
Impossible to move, (your) legs are torn apart
Your screams mix with the mourning around
You’ve been used up
And thrown away
Used up and abused
By those who become fat cats over night
To those who subjugate you, you don’t fucking matter
They’ll run you straight into the ground, another one is coming up
You’ve been used up
Sold and betrayed
Used up and betrayed
Used up and betrayed
You have been spending your whole fucking time
Just to socialize, (to) build a fucking life
Mediocracy pushes you in line
Using you as fuel and wiping out your dispositon
You’ve been used up
And thrown away
Sold and betrayed
Used up and betrayed
|
Morbid Mosh Attack NRW, Germany
Morbid Mosh Attack was founded in Marl/Ruhr area, Germany.
We play metal influenced hc punk and are always interested
in playing shows whereever we can. Only beer and gas money required. Feel free to drop us a message!
Simmel - Throat
Denis - Guitar
Julian - Bass
Flo - Drums
Don’t get in touch if you're into national socialist, racist, sexist, fascist,conservative or national-liberal ideologies!
... more
Streaming and Download help
If you like Morbid Mosh Attack, you may also like:
Bandcamp Daily your guide to the world of Bandcamp