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Knee Deep In Detritus

by Praetorian

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1.
Polartariat 03:26
The far right has lost Nothing exists Now that Karl Marx can consume what is his Piss on the ass Of society Everything’s wrong this is wrong can’t you see Was it Decarte who said I think then I am? I think that your life is not worth half a gram Nietzsche and Satre they fight in a cage The nihilist front is the front of the age Bow down Polartariat Bow bow down Polartariat One in ten will save your soul We profane in the temple Socrates made it simple Cos one in ten will save your soul Fact of life We all die You're gonna fry
2.
Serial Isle 04:58
I see the mountains They fill with fountains That grow within me Your gun Your vengeance Your done Self checkout Lies Lies that mean nothing to me Lies that tell me to be free I see the fountains They fill with mountains That's always skin deep Your gun Your vengeance Your done Self checkout Lies Lies that mean nothing to me Lies that tell me to be free Get back, get back, motherfucker I see the mountains They kill the fountains They die within me Get back, get back, motherfucker
3.
War Grimace 06:00
Cry mother Lie father Stalk sister Kill brother Fuck your words Fuck your curse Fuck your gods Fuck your curds Why suffer? Why bother? Die from exposure to secret lies Curse me for being a transsexual Cut my body into seaweed fries Being a normal guy Why won't you come to the sea? When we could be blissfully Stabbing Tory MP's We were born into a hole Learned to count up then to fall War grimace that is all Scry contours Fry fondle Poll gristle Seed sandles Fuck your dogs Fuck your hearts Fuck your pars Fuck your carbs Why suffer? Why bother? Try to sew up the unlit eyes Greed comes from the intestines hide Weak minds chasing a sacred fly Being a normal guy Write down what I say Function lies Number 5 is alive No need to survive Freedom luncheons Held in Bin Ladens cave Get a free wank It's on the house I swear My time Grave lines Five a side Stay alive Stay alive
4.
The flavours of brothers Flow through death Chud is watching the grim past fly It's watching your every move Teenage sin The children will be the lambs Into dead lights, insane dread night Into dead lights, we all feel fright Seven souls will fight the beast Down they go The turtle is watching them fall It's watching your every move Childhood dreams The seven will be the Gods Into dead lights, insane dread night Into dead lights, we all feel fright We are it, and it is us Hi ho silver with an asthma gun We all float down here
5.
Yeah! The soldier sorting the weak from the chaff Coffins Filling with the bones and the fat of the land Preachers Teaching that the young will inevitably die Favours exchanged For gross incompetence The slaughter house awaits In the pit, you will fit Second best is last First in line is best Carriage fixture graving Genocide adept Gut wrench Retching Filling the crutching card Scrote fight Killing Killing the bastard souls A flightless bird Watches from searing pain The slaughter house awaits In the pit, you will fit Second best is last First in line is best Carriage fixture graving Genocide adept Beast! Crushing it down Cravings Craving for heroes Shotgun blasting through the side of Jons head Gas masks filter the death stink Smashing, smacking all the gristly dead Can't Lights out Burn down a waitrose It's not a church but it'll serve the same deed Cease life Jam in a head rush We all want a fucking front row seat Can't

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Recorded, mixed and mastered by Tom Clements - June 2019
'Ticket To The Slaughterhouse' recorded, mixed and mastered by Adam Taylor - May 2018

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released October 1, 2019

Tom Clements - Vocals
Mark Wilkie - Guitar
Greg Neath - Bass
Andrew Bisgrove - Drums
Jake Eaton - Drums on 'Ticket To The Slaughterhouse'

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Praetorian England, UK

Formed in early 2015 in the deepest murkiest parts of North Hertfordshire. A caressing blow aimed for the jugular. Bowel shaking riffs, some proper meaty low end, antisocial vocals from a slightly peeved miscreant and tyrannical tub thumping are the main ingredients. Faces will melt, bones will rattle and laundry bills will escalate! ... more

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