Kill. Fuck. Hate.

A song about being buried to the neck and bludgeoned to death with big fucking rocks.  Enjoy.

Stoned

Murica

Words to the masses fall on deaf ears
Separate the classes.  Keep them in fear
Talk about tomorrow as if it is here
Embracing changes no one wants to feel
Propaganda rhetoric never too clear
Wool before our eyes.  Slaughtered like steer
Injustice prevails as the wealthy cheer
Revolution on the mind.  Face holds a sneer

Eye for an eye pried from my hands
If there's a reason why, then you die like a man
Cowardice shields.  Hide behind words
Diplomacy borders on the absurd
Blood on the hands.  Lines on the face
This time killing is second to the chase
Seeing clearly the white of their eyes
Pull the trigger.  The act is condign

	Choices are made
	For the shackled and enslaved
	A zombie nation
	Marching to their grave

Screaming out in anger does no good
Limit our understanding about the deals they do
Do no good too goods who pay their way by
Say the got no clue to the reasons why
Crooked politicians who sell us their religion
Cram it down our throats to fit their conditions
Sex and drugs and violence the media buys it
Brainwash us with it so they can capitalize it

Pay for freedom one freedom at a time
Standardized reasons keep us in line
Divert the ignorant with practiced rhymes
Puppets on the strings dance before the mimes
Redundant talks.  Targets acquired
Words on the lips fail to inspire
Protest demonstrate morals set higher
Video captures all that transpires

	Choices are made
	For the shackled and enslaved
	A zombie nation
	Marching to their grave.

Murica

Murica

Words to the masses fall on deaf ears
Seperate the classes.  Keep them in fear
Talk about tomorrow as if it is here
Embracing changes no one wants to feel
Propaganda rhetoric never too clear
Wool before our eyes.  Slaughtered like steer
Injustice prevails as the wealthy cheer
Revolution on the mind.  Face holds a sneer

Eye for an eye pried from my hands
If there's a reason why, then you die like a man
Cowardice shields.  Hide behind words
Diplomacy borders on the absurd
Blood on the hands.  Lines on the face
This time killing is second to the chase
Seeing clearly the white of their eyes
Pull the trigger.  The act is condign

	Choices are made
	For the shackled and enslaved
	A zombie nation
	Marching to their grave

Screaming out in anger does no good
Limit our understanding about the deals they do
Do no good too goods who pay their way by
Say the got no clue to the reasons why
Crooked politicians who sell us their religion
Cram it down our throats to fit their conditions
Sex and drugs and violence the media buys it
Brainwash us with it so they can capitalize it

Pay for freedom one freedom at a time
Standardized reasons keep us in line
Divert the ignorant with practiced rhymes
Puppets on the strings dance before the mimes
Redundant talks.  Targets acquired
Words on the lips fail to inspire
Protest demonstrate morals set higher
Video captures all that transpires

	Choices are made
	For the shackled and enslaved
	A zombie nation
	Marching to their grave.

Insanity Now Befalls

Am I really the one they say you are
A killer born without a cause
Or am I just a voice inside your head
Taunting words better left unsaid

Are you the one that drags me to my grave
Without a word for a soul unsaved
Or is all of this a fantasy
Or have I escaped into reality

	Understand me
	I'm trapped inside the walls
	Come and save me
	Insanity now befalls

I run from you in circles I talk
Close my ears but you still act the part
Inflicting me with all your mental rape
Destroy my hope but add to my hate

Paranoia befriends my mind
I slink into the shadows that I find
And time has its way of taking time
Releasing me into death sublime

	Understand me
	I'm trapped inside the walls
	Come and save me
	Insanity now befalls

Insanity Now Befalls

Collector of Souls

Festering Holes

Words spew forth from the mouths of fools
Thinking they control the world
Opinionated not hiding their hatred
Judgmental at the core
Inflicting their views while tightening their noose
Believe in their own lies
The mirror reflects their self contempt
Waste of human life

Damn others to hell to feel better about themselves
Hypocrisy running deep
Their forked tongues flicker to dig their grave quicker
Suckling their egos teat
The silent rage of sins they partake 
Bow before their god
Their faith is hate murdering the enslaved
Philosophies of fraud

	Pride in your ignorance
	Anger reciprocates
	Pray on your knees
	From your festering holes of hate

With minds too weak for the words they speak
Thrift store theology
With brand new sins the witch hunt begins
Preying on the weak
The cult of Christ choking on their lies
Fear of what they don't know
With acts malign hidden behind signs
Slander for what they scorn

	Pride in your ignorance
	Anger reciprocates
	Pray on your knees
	From your festering holes of hate

Ideals of hate.  Try to dominate
Teachings for the fools
Parade their sins as saints within
Our ignorance they assume
They bear their cross sheeple to the flock
In a glass house throwing bricks
Preach their hate with clinched fists of rage
White knuckled on a Jesus stick

	Pride in your ignorance
	Anger reciprocates
	Pray on your knees
	From your festering holes of hate

Festering Holes

White Chapel

This song is about Robots wiping out the human race and taking over the world

March of the Machine

This Mortal Coil

Il Da Morte is a 3 piece Metal band from SW Missouri. We have the sound of Black Sabbath/Slayer/Sleep/Orange Goblin.We formed in November Of 2011 and taken off in the Springfield Mo Metal scene.
Members:
Eric Evatt - Lead Vocals/Lead Guitarist
Dick Payne - Bass
Drums - Roger George

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