Bitter Hand of Judgment
by Die Strong
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T.M.O.M.H.E.H.B
01:21
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Idle Hands
03:09
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Humantics
03:46
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Upward Resistance
03:42
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Thursday
02:51
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Toxic Youth
03:59
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All These Wasted Dreams
03:33
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Faith & Misfortune
02:11
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The Sightless
03:24
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released 01 January 2012
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- Track Name: Toxic Youth
- Day after day we lead the path for you. We hold the world to come but slowly lose our grip. Your poise is wearing down, your state is caving in, seeping through our fingertips. This is our fault. I wish we'd never recover from the hell we've left here. War-torn and ill, to suffer. And in the presence of the end we will free ourselves from this, to take part in the destruction of such a beautiful place. but time cant erase what we have left behind our careless backs. Blind to our own defeat, this symbol of our lives. This blatant misuse of the one thing worth caring for. My heart goes out to those who try with hopes that we prevail, but still we stray here, defeated. As if we deserve a second chance, maybe it's time we face our shame. To stare into her eyes, humble, distraught, and re-maimed. The absence of safety and security, so over looked, will be the one thing we pray for. When we can no longer go on, we ask ourselves, "Why?" Why did we not open our eyes? Why did we let this linger on, testing our time, neglecting our fate. You seek for another way out, I accept defeat. Revive our kinship with this world. Remain the forgotten. You seek for another way out. There is nothing within our reach. Bestow with emptiness, foreshadowing a better place.
- Track Name: All These Wasted Dreams
- I can’t pretend that I’ve been much better off. To bid me through this battle, through this struggle. I’ve come to realize that not much was lost. Without the presence of a man, I am thankful for what I never had. To rid this world of superficial scum, I am proud to live as an underdog. Rehash another aimless life, for what? A chance to walk away from what you left to hang. To dwindle all alone. Without the hand, from who some call a Dad. I’m fine on my own. It's safe to say, I'm no longer in the guise of a deadbeat. Hopeless, erase all the tired teachings and the bullshit you've left me. You didn’t have the strength in one drip of sweat, to shower me with [the] heart that you owe. The absence of a figure, to influence my every move, may be the best thing that I could ask for. And the absent is you. Betrayal. Hope and regret are two things that I have never had. I learned from you, when you left for good. To say the least, I've learned from the choices of the lost. Now you have got what you foolishly wished for. How could I ever love you, I don’t even know you. Open me up, reveal what’s left inside. A bitter man.
- Track Name: The Sightless
- Whatever reason, the animosity within your brain will alter your notion. The fact remains we're all the same. The piercing holds, the tolls left branded on your face. The same look of disgust that you portray, shimmers back across the crowded plain, from me to you. I hope that the day will come when you can feel the eyes rest upon your spine. The weight of shackles binding you down, keeping you where you belong. Look up. Parity and the simple signs of trust, humility's forsaken, too vain for so long. For peace, ability oversee, to at least have the decency to muzzle a word. And with the hope that we see a day, where the shade of your face, and the name of your race, will be a concept that we don't understand. Without desire to change, we will never get the chance to. Until that time, I won't settle for less. Let's erase what is left of them, a staple to a future man. Fill their empty hearts with a cesspool of spit that we collect from every nigger, fag, and kike. We fade away into aggression, to spite, to hopeless sense fighting back to say no less. Open up your confined taste in blank morale. You hinder all, no progress, no prevention.
