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Alternative II - part 15

Lyrics:

Got a lot of anger, and a lot of spite, but nothing else to lose
Tired of playing nice and letting you run this shitshow of a world
Time for a regime change, they'll pay their dues
No mercy for those who fucked with us, feel the wrath of the underworld
You reap what you sow
Your future, I know

This world is overrated, we've had enough of the hate
The time has come to eliminate
Every last person that thinks they're so great
Now you will be replaced, I can't wait

Total Human Eradication!
The extermination of your world, without reservation
Human life isn't worth preservation!
It's time to kill, the last generation
Total Human Eradication!
We light the match with no hesitation
The total destruction of all creation!
Death and destruction are the only salvation!

We can't save the world anymore, but at least we'll end it with class
It's our final party, and the drinks are all ours
We'll have a good laugh and toast to a world that's glass
Tick, tock, it's the countdown to your final hours

I'm serving up doom, get it while it's hot
Nuclear war, toxic spore, virus in your brain, explosion in your methane
Your misery is what I want to taste, I'm stirring the pot
You think I'm crazy, but this world is insane
Don't worry, I'll take away your pain
Your species has lost the right to complain

Total Human Eradication!
The extermination of your world, without reservation
Human life isn't worth preservation!
It's time to kill, the last generation
Total Human Eradication!
We light the match with no hesitation
The total destruction of all creation!
Death and destruction are the only salvation!

Fuck your flags and creeds, they can't save
Left or right, it's all the same—blind sheep who can't see
All we're good at is sending ourselves to the grave
Every breath you take, is an insult to me
When you're gone, nobody will care
You're not so special, just one big waste of air

No rewind, no encore—this the last song that will ever play
So long homo sapiens, you were fake and gay
The cost was steep, the debt too gray
So let's erase the world—pop the cork and decay

Fog Over Whitechapel — This opening track launches a brutal ritual concept album that reimagines Jack the Ripper as an ancient horror stalking gaslit London. Industrial metal, gothic doom, and occult theatrics collide in a suffocating fog of myth and murder. Full album coming Halloween 2025.

Lyrically paints the poverty and desperation of 1888 Whitechapel while hinting at an unseen hunger stirring in the mist. A shadow moves with intent, though whether man or something darker is left uncertain.

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[Verse 1]
Hush — hush —
I walk where gaslight cracks the stone.
Fog drinks secrets from your bones.
My boots pound streets of rust and prayer,
My breath a curse, my grin a snare.

[Chorus 1]
In fog I wake — your pulse undone —
A myth reborn beneath the gun.
Gaslight hums my gutter vow —
I am the blade that carves you now.

[Verse 2]
Steel whispers steam in alley jaws —
(I cut, I carve — the god I draw)
Rust and silk beneath my thumb —
(I hush the street — the ritual drum)

Your breath is frost — your prayer is ash —
(I grin where lanterns flicker, crash)
Fog-bound throat — the oath you keep —
(A hymn of iron where secrets sleep)

[Chorus 2]
In fog I wake — the myth divine —
Your heartbeat hums inside my spine.
Lanterns drown where shadows bow —
I am the cut that feeds you now.

[Bridge]
Come closer — hush — your pulse, my hymn —
Gaslight swears the fog grows thin.
I break the street — I breathe you whole —
A throat of wire, a soul of coal.

[Breakdown]
Hounds in steam — I tear the sleep —
Scrap-bound hands — the butcher creeps —
Chant the oath — the fog devours —
Gutter hymn — the iron flowers.

[Final Chorus]
In fog I wake — your fear confined —
A myth reborn inside your mind.
Lanterns choke — your secrets bow —
I am the blade — I am you now.

[Outro]
When fog returns, so too shall I —
Your throat, my blade, Whitechapel’s cry.

Tumult

Stone Sour

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