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Countdown To Extinction

Symphony Of Destruction (1992 Mix Remaster)

Endling

Likvoke

Taken from the upcoming STA debut album "Rock and Roll Kills" (2024)
Youtube link: https://youtu.be/1drueM8F0Hc

lyrics:
butterfingers
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I heard this story a long time ago
i heard it before, and now i am long gone

I faced my demons and now i'm back strong
not headstrong, at some point i was wrong

butterfingers, we lost control
we slipped away and run away

i cross my fingers, we won't mess it up 
again this time, i hope you'll be fine

you were so sloppy and gave it up
i hope you remember, that i was your crutch

next thing you know, was to lose control
and now you crawl, to save your soul
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Rock and Roll Kills

butterfingers

"Are you feeling sad, broken, or simply inconvenient?
Try our patented little lie..."
 ...
Side effects include:
Addiction, sedation, soul death, smile imitation.

Here, take this pill - it fixes your “mood.”
Don't ask questions, just swallow the truth.
Feel a little dead inside? That’s normal now.
Just keep showing teeth - we love that smile.

Prescribe the fog, then blame the haze,
Dull the fire, then call it grace.
You’re not healing - you’re sedated clean,
A puppet pulled by dopamine machines.

“Better” looks good in a pillbox case.
Numb is the new holy place.
They don’t want you whole, just quiet and tamed -
Mental health… now trademarked and named.

Pretty pills, plastic smiles -
Wrap the pain in corporate style.
One-size-fits-all for your fucked-up head,
Just smile wide while you wish you were dead.

White coats, fake hope -
Sell the silence, dose by dose.
You're not cured - you're controlled.
Mental health, bought and sold.

Welcome to the clinic, where the pain’s on lease,
Sign your name, now you’re owned by peace.
You ain’t a person - you’re a stat, a case.
Treat the symptom, erase the face.

No therapy, just therapy ads,
"Talk to your doc!" while you're going mad.
They label you fast so they can med you slow,
Then gaslight your soul while your feelings go.

I don’t need another pill,
I need to scream.
I need someone who hears the silence -
And doesn't drug the dream.

Pretty pills, plastic smiles -
Line us up in sterile aisles.
Hearts on hold, minds on mute,
They treat the pain, then steal the root.

Branded grief, bottled tears,
Patented trauma, sold for years.
I’m not healing in your file.
I’m not a number.
I’m not your style.

This ain’t medicine -
It’s a muzzle.
This ain’t balance -
It’s a fucking puzzle.
I don’t want numb -
I want truth.
But you sell comfort
Like a fucking noose.

Smiling… but screaming.
Stable… but dreaming.
Alive… but where?

Pretty Pills & Plastic Smiles

Metal Therapy

Scouring to find some light
While I'm confined
in these fucking chains 
For you it's just another day
But It's like hell for me in this place 

Living all alone
In this god forsaken space
No light enters nor leaves 
and nothing living ever escapes
I Imagine you by my side
As It's the only thing keeping me alive 
As I struggle from day to day 
Without you I can't survive 

They keep me trapped behind these walls that I myself can't climb
There's No need for bars because this darkness keeps me confined 
I endure this suffering that tears me up inside 
I'll continue living like this if its the only way to keep you alive 

If there ever came a day
I would gladly pay the price 
No matter how high the cost
Even if it means that I give my life

I'll take the pain 
doesn't bother me
No regrets 
No sympathy 
Catatonic 
I've lost the will
I cannot feel anything 

I push myself 
Through boundaries
Experience 
Atrocities 
Sacrifice 
everything 
Just to keep
All My Memories 

We're all Guilty of spilling blood 
cause I know I've drawn mine
Whatever It is I have to do 
To keep you alive 
I'll break all of these barriers 
That are all placed in line
All of my Wounds 
they will continue 
to heal up in time

Now I understand 
That this is how it had to be 
as long as it means your safe 
and you can live a life that's free

I wished for a second chance 
So I could have 
made things right
But I had to give you up
So that you can have a better life

I can't have 
you suffering 
Just to be 
apart of me

I've come to the conclusion 
blood is on my hands 
It's all my fault
that I can only blame myself for anything everything happening so far 

There's nothing you can ever do or say 
Because I realize it has to be this way
she's the only person that could ever change my mind

I've come to the conclusion 
blood is on my hands 
It's all my fault
that I can only blame myself for anything everything happening so far 

There's nothing you can ever do or say 
Because I realize it has to be this way
she's the only person that could ever change my mind

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