Album: Global Warning
Location: Sydney, Australia
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Video by Anthony Tsigonias at Red Oak Collective
Recorded/Mixed/Mastered by Tom Cadden
Cover Artwork by Guang Yang
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I hope you die in the drought 
Drown to death in the dirt 
Eternal rest with the worms in your mouth 
What you deserve 

Australians all let us rejoice in the blood of a dying mother 
For they are young and bleed they will, we proceed to take her daughter 
Babykillers. I'm calling you out. 

Rapists and murderers, your days of cowering in the dark are done 
The modern-day slave trade feeding and clothing a community of cunts 
And you'll be shamed for the scum that you know you are 
Close down the farm and send yourself to the abattoir 

Out in the cesspools, we breed 
And in humility, we bleed 
We watch the wolves die on our doorstep as they howl for help 
We slit their throats and say "This is Australia" 

Mark my words every one of them will suffer 
And i assure you every victim will be accounted for 

I come bearing the wrath of 75 billion souls 
Run in fear. 

Their blood on all our hands, in their murder we share 
You are nothing but a void for the rest of them 
Mouths water over rotting carcasses 
Inhale life and shit out death. 

Rapists and murderers, your days of cowering in the dark are done 
The modern-day slave trade feeding and clothing a community of cunts 
And you'll be shamed for the scum that you know you are 
Close down the farm and send yourself to the abattoir 

When the animal torturers of the world hear my name may the hairs on their body stand, 
A chill sweep deep in their bones, as they endure a fear so intense that they 
Quiver ferociously in the relentless agony of their souls. 

We've stormed the slaughterhouse under the cover of night 
Burnt it to the fucking ground and buried the knives 
Ghosts in the gears of the machines 
Haunted halls of the kill floor gleam 

My objective is clear: blade at the throat, destined for dust 
Herd into the human farm, a stampede of disfigured livestock 
Blood will run the rivers red until the cleansing is complete 
Run in fear.

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