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BEAT THE BASTARDS (Special Edition), out on Mar 17th (UK), Mar 18th (NA), Mar 14th, 2014 (EU) via Nuclear Blast Records.

Beat the Bastards

THE EXPLOITED - Beat The Bastards

Electric_Wizard_-_ The Hills Have Eyes

Bow Down

Fistula - Harmful Situation

Got you (where I want you) (a version of The Flys')

They made you believe
That you were pure
When is reality
They were evil

They tricked your brain
By giving you drugs
Drugs that
Changed your mind
Drugs that
Destroyed your will

I tried to help you
But they made you think
I was the demon
The demon from hell
When really
They were the demons
Who could only tell

The false purity 
Destroyed your will
They used
Mind corruption 
To poison your mind

They Fed You Poison 
Through drugs
Through lies

They Fed You Poison 
Through drugs
Through lies

When truth
They Were the Demons
The False Purity
A deceiver’s prescription
Of drugs to lead

Look out!
Beware
Understand
They don't care

They Fed You Poison 
Through drugs
Through lies

They Fed You Poison 
Through drugs
Through lies

About you!
About dreams!
They're all about lies
And screams

Your agression is real
It's not for them
It's for you
To win
To win

They Fed You Poison 
Through drugs
Through lies

They Fed You Poison 
Through drugs
Through lies

 

They Fed You Poison

Skin Machine

[Verse]
Round and round the wheel it spins
Chasing tails
We lose
We win
Bittersweet
The taste of gold
It burns my tongue
But I won't fold

[Prechorus]
Fevered dreams
They call my name
In this circus
Who's to blame

[Chorus]
Waiting till I get paid
Living in the mess we made
Fevered dreams are calling loud
Round and round
I’m lost
Unbowed
The only way out is to aim to please
So I’ll dance till I drop to my knees

[Verse 2]
Coins that jingle
Promises fake
Every step’s another stake
I see the mirror
Cracked and thin
The reflection grins
The devil's twin

[Prechorus]
Fevered dreams
They light the sky
Burning bright
But tell me why

[Chorus]
Waiting till I get paid
Living in the mess we made
Fevered dreams are calling loud
Round and round
I’m lost
Unbowed
The only way out is to aim to please
So I’ll dance till I drop to my knees

Carousel

Lyrics:

You strut around like you’re heaven-sent,
But your throne’s built out of others’ sweat.
A cardboard crown on a crooked head,
Buying respect with borrowed bread.
You shout your worth like a battle cry,
But your echoes even roll their eyes.
You demand the world, yet you bring no swing,
Just empty hands for a beggar king.

All hail the beggar king,
Sits on a throne he didn’t bring.
Hands wide open, voice so loud,
Takes from the sweat of a working crowd.

You preach the grind, but you never bleed,
Living off favors like it’s your creed.
You bark your orders from borrowed thrones,
A monarch built out of other men’s bones.
Every promise you make is counterfeit,
Wrapped in pride but hollow as shit.
You talk like a titan, but you’ve got no swing,
A crumble of ego for a beggar king.

All hail the beggar king,
Sits on a throne he didn’t bring.
Hands wide open, voice so loud,
Takes from the sweat of a working crowd.

You want the crown? Then carry the weight.
Earn your breath, stop begging for fate.
You want respect? Then build your throne,
Not from the backs you’ve overthrown.
Your kingdom’s cardboard, your pride’s on lease,
A charity tyrant with delusions of peace.
Step off the stage, let the workers sing,
You’ve never bled like a rightful king.

I crawled through storms you’ve never seen,
Built my crown where the world’s been mean.
I forged my name in the dirt and grit,
While you rehearsed your throne-room script.
I rise by scars, you rise by talk,
You want the throne? Then learn to walk.
I stand on strength you’ll never bring,
A working man facing a beggar king.

All hail the beggar king,
Sits on a throne he didn’t bring.
Hands wide open, voice so loud,
Takes from the sweat of a working crowd.

All hail the beggar king,
Sits on a throne he didn’t bring.
Hands wide open, voice so loud,
Takes from the sweat of a working crowd.

Beggar King

Children of Bodom-Downfall cover

Randy Paras - Vocals
John DeAngelis - Guitars, Bass & Drum Programming.

Subliminal (Suicidal Tendencies Cover)

Serve The Art is more than a band name, it’s a mission.

It’s the raw, unfiltered belief that when life tries to break you, you fight back with creativity, discipline, and truth. Created by MDRJR, Serve The Art stands at the center of a multi-project metal universe built on one unwavering principle:

No ego. No trends. No masks.

Only art, and we serve it with everything we’ve got.

At its core, Serve The Art exists to transform struggle into expression. Rage into power. Chaos into purpose. Every riff, every lyric, every rhythm is crafted to confront the darkest parts of the human experience and turn them into something meaningful and cathartic.

Listeners drawn into this world will encounter not just one sound, but an entire legion of metal identities, each with its own battlefield, its own mythology, its own truth:

1. Serve The Art: Thrash / Progressive Thrash Metal.
The flagship project. Razor-sharp, high-velocity aggression fused with psychological depth and storytelling.

2. Rusted Valor: Death-Thrash War Metal
The sound of battle scars, trauma, and endurance — relentless, violent, and forged in fire.

3. Cathedral of Ash: Blackened Doom Ritual Metal
A descent into ritualistic darkness, grief, and spiritual weight. Slow. Crushing. Eternal.

4. Blood Rite Covenant: Melodic Black-Thrash (Dark Scripture Metal)
Where melody meets blasphemy — a furious fusion of melody, scripture, and fury.

5. Veilbreaker Division: Industrial Post-Thrash (Machine Rebellion Metal)

Mechanical, dystopian, and heavy with revolution, the uprising of the human spirit against the machine.

Each project serves a different part of the same creative fire. Each one feeds the mission. Together, they form a single purpose:
To create metal that says something.

To give people a place to release everything they’ve held inside.
To serve the art, not the industry, not the ego, not the noise.

This is metal built on honesty.

This is expression without fear.

This is Serve The Art.

They Fed You Poison

Serve The Art

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