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Paroxysm

by Paroxysm

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    Our debut 12" 45RPM record.

    Co-released with:
    Anomie Records
    Chainbreaker Records
    Doomed Society
    Echoes from Beneath
    Path to Oblivion Records

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1.
Open Wounds 03:02
Stolen life on stolen land Collapsing here like grains of sand Inequity embodied while these bodies decay The hourglass is empty There is no time of day No radar blip, no sound alarm What insolent pigs who run this farm Cold blooded racist system entrenched with vile hate A legacy of open wounds Tomorrow is too late
2.
A river made red with blood will flow from the throne of God and the lamb lined with sickness, decay adorned with corpses of fallen soldiers eternal darkness no sun, no moon the Lord's true power descends bringer of guilt, decay, mutilation, violation, betrayal, depravity he is the greatest deception of all deep into shadow the world has been led In an attempt to absolve oneself of all sins a crusade led by greed and wrath begins massacre all who indulge deviation disposable waste of God's own creation blood thirst for humanity a river runs red deep into shadow the world has been led no hope for humanity a river runs red for lechery of God we kill without shame bloodlust for humanity blood shed in God's name no hope for humanity a river runs red
3.
Skin Jacket 02:51
Merciless steel jaw Clamps down on your leg You scream for hours You cry for days You long for shelter No one is coming to save you Thirst, hunger, fear grow stronger They will come watch you take your last breath They want to wear your skin Your own flesh stands between life and death So desperate now you sink your teeth in They will smash your skull to pieces and wear your fucking skin
4.
It has to start with me It has to start with you Look beyond the white picket fence See the world and its ugly truth Democracy fails Corruption prevails People want change Resistance remains Met with violence and fear of death Fighting to live, voices held captive No food to spare No medical care Homes lay in waste A culture erased Displaced and freezing in the cold of night You have the privilege to ignore their plight They don't want to tear down your fence Your rotting white picket fence
5.
All the money in the world cannot buy back the dead Or ease the pain and suffering of those on which you tread Nor will it release the grip of hateful fear you spread All the money in the world cannot buy back the dead Daddy died overseas left you and mommy all alone That military pension barely paying for your home There's a life that's blown to bits with every dollar spent All the money in the world cannot buy back the dead Freedom from capitalist reign Freedom from a life lived in vain Economic slavery with nothing to gain Time disappears Sickness remains You take their culture, land, and lives Five hundred years of genocide Apologies and dollar signs are the holes in which you hide $ Two billion more excuses for what remains unsaid That all the money in the world cannot buy back the dead All the money in the world cannot buy back the dead No wrong can be made right with the money that you spend You can buy the tools to dig your graves and live your lives as corporate slaves But all the money in the world cannot buy back the dead
6.
Spit 03:23
You've poisoned their minds with hatred and lies Your ignorance and bigotry is heroic in their eyes What kind of filth puts a child on front lines? You hide behind their innocence Maybe one day they will see You are the enemy My body is not where you will practice your religion My womb is not a storage unit for your fucking children Your semen is worth no more than spit/ swallow/ abort as I see fit
7.
This Is Hate 04:31
In a white woman's world it is common practice to sit in circles and laugh, ever so delicately, at the barbaric ways of those who her government have so effectively marginalized, displaced, abused and disgraced. No, this isn't the reservation. This isn't the place where your ancestors, your government, violently forced her people to uproot their lives and relocate. Cut off from economic resource, by means of racism kept from the capitalist workforce. Where they were left to rot and starve in poverty, or else face assimilation, discrimination, loss of rights, or jeopardize connections to family and territory. They will tell us that we've come a long way, “hey, it's not so bad these days.” Even still we sit in circles and facilitate her shame. This is hate, not change.

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Holly - Vox
Robin - Guitar
Alex - Guitar
Brendan - Bass
Chris - Drums

Get your 12" vinyl copy September 22nd available through us and:

Anomie Records (Germany)
Chainbreaker Records (Ireland)
Doomed Society (Calgary)
Echoes from Beneath (Victoria)
Path to Oblivion Records (Edmonton)

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released September 22, 2017

Recorded by Derek Orthner
Mixed and Mastered by Cody Baresich at Circle A Studios

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Paroxysm Edmonton, Alberta

Paroxysm: between us we have 13 cats total

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