Noise, Filth, & Fury E.P.
Walkin down speeding you're the trip Just look around focus really hip The summer of hate and we were all there But money talks and they don't care Burn burn burn the King's Road Burn burn burn the King's Road Burn it down Peculiar floors viv she got is sussed Financial power it's so strange to trust Illustrating gain for nothing or less The clock has stopped wound up but depressed Lookin' round I just see apathy But that's your problem it won't happen to me Inject fuel to evaporate Strike a fuse or it will be too late
Submitted by Morgoth — Nov 11, 2025
Just decibels volumes our lust And all your views have turned to dust Fire the blanks left in your gun Just give me booze and loads of fun This is the new age beware This is the new age of total warfare Now it's so loud we cannot stop Turn it up until we drop This is our cult can't stop us now A blazing hell unholy row No rules no law no turning back You're gunned down full scale attack We won't conform just burn ya down A perfect freedom is what we've found No alibis just left to die Aim those frets between their eyes Hard driving bass detonating lead Crossover sound power and speed
Submitted by Immortal — Nov 11, 2025
Warfare - How those days come drifting back to me. When we cowered in the security of the ghostly flash bomb smoke. Safe in our velour clad aisles. Trenches of dependable symmetry, nestled in a strange Amphitheatre of noise and war. And above us, strangely clad demi gods immersed in bombarding Hues of ever changing lights, every bead of sweat highlighted Upon their tortured brows. Whilst their fingers did magic with strange weapons of mystery Long sleek guns which hung from the neck and sang at the hip. A multitude of different voices, Shrieking and whining at the command of the demi gods. But now my friends the demi gods are no more. Warfare are here - we will not be told what to do Alternative metal for metal alternatives. We will meet again - keep the faith and keep on writing..
Submitted by Pestilence — Nov 11, 2025