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Ruiners

by Desolate

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1.
Ruiners 01:08
2.
Gein 03:43
So you know where the story begins where my lust started, and my life ends so you know where the story begins and this is how it ends the first one to go, was in 1954 she was so flawless, and that I did adore oh Mary, sweet Mary (stay awhile) oh Mary, sweet Mary (Mary) I carve the saw through her neck the rigor sets in, my thoughts are in check her eyes stare me down like she's trying to say that I'm not a monster, or a foul stray you never wanted this, you never wanted this Mother help me, I always wanted this this is my trophy, this is my prize her head is perfect, free of lies so you know where the story begins where this shit started, and how it fucking ends it doesn't matter, I got what I wished for a body to dress and skin for decor I am the son I am the only one I am the son I am the only one I needed a new skin, to sew myself into I needed a new skin, to start again GO you never wanted this, you never wanted this you never wanted this, I always wanted this Stop you never wanted this, you never wanted this you never wanted this, I always wanted this you never wanted this, you never wanted this you never wanted this, I always wanted this
3.
Putting faith in man is something I can't do it's asking too much, corruption through and through yet for some it's as fucking easy as one, fucking two and he convinced them all before they even knew their was always a choice you took his lead and lost your voice you made your beds, now rot in them no excuses, this is your death hymn this is your death hymn and I'm so through with this shit I wanna hear the sound when the hammer hits too used to shedding my skin so sick of fitting in all my hope is gone so sick of fitting in I can't take this I can't take this anymore I can't take this anymore it really is a neverending downpour friend or foe, sister or brother we just keep on killing each other shit friend or foe, son or mother we're all killing one another we're all fucked in the head we're all fucked in the end putting faith in man is something I'll never do it's asking too much, pointless through and through yet for some it's as fucking easy as one, fucking two I tried my hardest but can't see the point, can you? (I can't do this, I can't do this) (I can't do this, I can't) I can't do this anymore I give up on this, this hopelessness the world isn't changing, so I'm calling it quits SWING this shit is getting old follow lead, do what you're told Manson got one thing right we'll be the death of ourselves we are the real plight I can't do this anymore I can't do this anymore
4.
JWG 02:45
3,2,1 GO this is the death of me my eyes roll back, still can't see (what I was meant to be) this is the death of me (death of me) my eyes roll back, still can't see (can't see) my eyes roll back, to an empty view of an empty soul tried to remember what I did wrong couldn't hold back, did what felt right but was it right? did I even make you proud? lucky 33, lucky 33 33 dead bodies, say it with me lucky 33, lucky 33 I've done my part now give the sentence please WHAT my life is covered by this cloud did I even make you proud? did I even, did I even... make you proud? did I even make you proud? this is the death of me my eyes roll back, still can't see this is the death of me YEAH, YEAH this is the death of me my eyes roll back, still can't see (what I was meant to be) this is the death of me (this is the death of me) this is the death of me
5.
[Redacted] 01:36
6.
Dahmer 04:36
I am, I am I am the problem I am (I am), I am (I am) I am the fucking problem I find myself constantly alone keeping thoughts to myself still hearts and bleached bone they don't get it their eyes are sewn (shut) this is my reality still hearts and bleached bone I am a monster just be honest with me just be honest with me I am a monster just be honest with me tell me what you see just be honest with me just be honest with me I bottle this all inside I tell myself it'll be just fine that this is the last time that I'll finally leave this behind just keep living a lie left to rot, born to die just tell me again that I'm fine I'm not fine, I'm not fine I am (I am), I am (I am) I am the fucking problem give into the frenzy let them slip to sleep have my way with them dear god I'm in too deep my sanity leaves me here to be and all I see... all I see is red all I see is red your love to me will always stay true even if it means just keeping a part of you the curtain starts to close, as my vision returns the show's fucking over, as my stomach turns the world is burning, too bright to see my world is burning, just be honest with me just be honest with me I bottle this all inside I tell myself it'll be just fine that this is the last time that I'll finally leave this behind just keep living a lie left to rot, born to die just tell me again that I'm fine I'm not fine, I'm not fine I'll never be fine I'll never be fine forgive me, forgive me not forgive me, forgive me not
7.
Victims 04:31
We are the victims we fall one by one with no one left to save us what have we done? we are victims to a world left in defeat we are victims fear yourself more than anyone you meet fear yourself, fear yourself FUCK some of us can end up like Bundy, Dahmer, or Gacy maybe it's you, maybe it's me take a look around, tell me what you see every single one could be out to kill me just waiting for the moment for a homicide I've got one option left, and it's suicide paranoia and anxiety plague our dreams this fear is ever growing it's bursting at the seams am I the murderer or the victim? we are victims to a world left in defeat we are victims fear yourself more than anyone you meet fear yourself, fear yourself fear yourself more than anyone you meet I am a murderer YEAH can't control myself anymore come crashing through the door I just want to let it out and forget about this doubt we are all marked for death we are all marked for death doomed from birth, in hell we rest we are the victims consumed by thoughts in our head we are the victims and soon we'll all join the dead

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released June 28, 2015

Thanks to Logan Beaver and Paul Dennis at Octave Audio for mixing/mastering this album as well as they did. Also, special thanks to Logan for his guest vocals on "Manson". Thanks to Steven Ekstrom for all the artwork/video work. Lastly, thanks to No. 1 Chinese for supplying us with house rocks during our 8 days of recording. Thanks Jeff, and fuck you Dave's Tools.

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Desolate Corning, New York

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