Headless EP

by Hemorrhage

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3 tracks off our upcoming Ep "Headless" on Abduct Tape Records

Hemorrhage is...
Phillip Penegar - Vocals
Vincenzo Capasso - Guitar
Rain Avilez - Bass
Andres Cendoya - Drums

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released June 16, 2016

Produced by Eric Mileham & Hemorrhage at Noise Pollution Studios in Anaheim, CA
Art by Roshi
Mixed by Matt Bayles
Mastering by Ed Brooks
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Hemorrhage Huntington Beach, California

Phil, Andres, Rain and Vinnie. OC/LA based hardcore.

Dark, chaotic, punk meandering through the realms of post hardcore, sludge, skate punk, and noise rock, ending up with some dirty form of aggressive and raging bastard kin; the sum of all of the above. ... more

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Track Name: Dear God
There are millions alone
Dying in the cold
Hopeless unloved
No families to speak of

I think it's time
Do us a favor
I think it's time

I've seen ruthless men
Crush innocents
This makes no sense to me
and you see it every day

I think it's time
You did us a favor
I think it's time
You sold us out
You sold us lies
You suckers

Dear god
Wipe us out
We've only gotten worse over time

No one should suffer
No one should cry
As you pretend
To hear my prayers
Just another bullshit lie
It's all lies

Do me this small mercy
If you can really hear me
Drop the bomb
Pull the plug
Aliens, Zombies
We could catch the flu
As long as the bodies are cold

You could drop the bomb
You could pull the plug
As long as the bodies are cold
I guess that'll have to do
Track Name: Masters
They build the world on our backs
Broken men drowning in debt
Minimum wage
Modern day slaves
Everyday scraping the ground
Sun up till fucking sundown
Rats in a maze
You better behave

Working man
Bite the hand
That don't keep you fed
You'll get your freedom
When the ground runs red
Throw down your collars
This is our time
Tonight we rise

Ignore the sick and the poor
The one thing they can't afford
Our glory days have faded to grey
Lies are the only language they know
The only grace they have is the grave

Working man
Bite the hand
That don't keep you fed
You'll get your freedom
When the ground runs red
Throw down your collars
This is our time
Tonight we rise

This is what we did to make things right
I'd rather die on my feet
Than live on my knees
Kill the masters
Break every chain
Kill the masters
Lay them all to waste

Working man
Raise your hands
It's time the hostages
Start making demands
Throw down your collars
This is our time
Tonight we rise
Track Name: Judas
I don't understand
Why people are starving
And you're out driving a Benz
Standing in line waiting for crumbs of bread
While you take their blood, sweat, and tears
To feed your greed

Take these nickles and dimes
Swallow them whole
Till your stomachs rise
So you can have your money
When you die

I'm not ashamed
To say this use of faith
Is a travesty
You wear your greed around your necks
If I were a god
I'd strike you down
And if I were a god
I would grind you into dust
Open the book and turn the page
Did you read it at all
Did you read that shit at all

Can you show me where
In that dusty book
You should stack your gold
You all sold your souls
Can you show me where
In that book
That a man loving a man
Is any of your business
I don't understand
Someone tell me why