Absolute Control

by Terminal Nation

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released June 9, 2017

Recorded in 2016 by Jason Tedford at Wolfman Studios in Little Rock, Arkansas

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Track Name: Assembly Line
An assembly line with close-minded fools. Clones of sheep with all the wrong tools.
Track Name: Numb to the Pain
No promises of a better tomorrow. No sign of guilt, no sign of sorrow. Two steps forward, ten giant steps back with more road blocks off the beaten track. NUMB TO THE PAIN every time I put my trust in you. NUMB TO THE PAIN. Realistic Fucking point of view. NUMB TO THE PAIN every time I put my trust in you. NUMB TO THE PAIN. Realistic Fucking point of view. No promises of a better tomorrow, no sign of guilt, no sign of sorrow. Two steps forward, ten giant steps back with more road blocks off the beaten track. Release the serpents, one by one, freedom/kingdom will never come.
Track Name: Grave
It’s not a hand out but a hand to help up, when you’re living life just to get by. From 9 to 5 then 5 to 9 with a diminishing quality of fucking life. DIG YOUR OWN GRAVE. Shoveling shit just to dig your own grave. Held down by red, white, and blue shackles.
Track Name: War in the Name
Constant devolution. Vertigo in a vicious cycle. Over and over and over and over again. Predator –like thirst for conquest. Serotonin release at blood scent. Over and over and over and over again. LET’S GO. War in the name, in the name of peace. War in the name, in the name of truth. War in the name, in the name of love. War in the name in the name of it all.
Track Name: Hand That Feeds
We’re told not to bite the hand that feeds but the hand that feeds is the hand that steals and the hand that steals is the hand that kills and the hand that kills is the hand that fucks. I’ll take that hand that feeds the crumbs and gnaw it right the fuck off. I’ll gnaw the hand that feeds, right to the bone.
Track Name: Pulse of the Dead
Cobwebs in your wallet with calloused hands. Up to your neck in debt with your head in the sand. I’ll build a wall with the heads of you all, as you stumble I will stand tall. I’ll build a wall with the heads of you all, as you crumble I will stand tall. Cobwebs in your wallet with calloused hands. Up to your neck in debt with your head in the sand. Cobwebs in your wallet with calloused hands. Up to your neck in debt with your head in the sand. Pulse of the dead, mother fucker. You’ve got your finger on the pulse, pulse of the dead. Against your own interests, use your fucking head. You’ve. Got. Your. Finger. On the. Pulse. Of. The. Dead.
Track Name: Violator / Violated
Bring you from the dark into the light, I hope you will put up a fight. She’s not your property you macho piece of trash. This time around you won’t get far. I hope your letterman jacket’s made of fucking Kevlar. You may not remember the stares, but I’ve got you in my crosshairs. You. Will never again. Violate the innocent.
Track Name: Absolute Power, Absolute Control
Absolute power. Digging through dirt, in search of light. The world’s in your hands, but it’s never enough. Digging through dirt, in search of light. The world’s in your hands, but it’s never enough. Absolute power, absolutely whole. Nothing to desire, but absolute control.
Track Name: Broken
Deconstruct your own. Tear it from the inside. Become something that you aren’t and fix what is not broken. Deconstruct your own. Tear it from the inside. Become something that you aren’t and fix what is not broken.