No Excuses For The Living

by Bombed Up

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1.	Death Unto Us All 04:02	lyrics	buy track
It doesn’t matter if you’ve gathered The most possessions in the end The whole point to having a life Is to watch it slowly die Life is free and the people are weak They are corrupted so easily It only takes them a couple tries For them to realize An easier way out of here They can never win But at least they can’t lose If they give up on themselves And everybody tacitly understands Life is worthless Death unto us all We are worthless Death unto us all The cure for humanity They will not listen, they’re already dead Why kill some, love some, and not the rest It’s hypocritical and pointless Jingoistic, solipsistic, Death unto us all
2.	Crippled, Traumatized, Or Dead 05:32	lyrics	buy track
Only my gun understands The choices that I’ve made All the chambers loaded ‘Cause that’s the way I like to play Friendly or enemy You all taste the same To a vulture of souls My hunger drives me insane Breaking The chain of command Wanting to follow my lead And catching my rabies The older that I get The more risks I have to take It controls me like a drug Like a woman I can’t shake Anyone fucked up enough To want to be like me Listen Is crippled, traumatized, or dead I know that I’m a psycho But the world still needs a few The word doesn’t hurt me ‘Cause it means I’m not one of you I am what happens When you take the food chain And turn it upside down So we can see how profane we are Breaking The chain of command Wanting to follow my lead And catching my rabies The older that I get The more risks I have to take It controls me like a drug Like a woman I can’t shake Anyone fucked up enough To want to be like me Listen Is crippled, traumatized, or dead Take your pain killers Notarize your will Put your therapist on speed dial And send me a postcard From your cellblock on death row Tell them To dig me an early grave And save it for later on Yeah six feet And tell them not to wait It’s time again To see what it takes Don’t resuscitate
3.	Tombstones 05:53	lyrics	buy track
Don’t be proud If it was up to me You’d all be wormfood Six feet in the ground Flaunting weapons That neither function Nor have tasted men’s blood It is befitting you cannot use them Miswording failures in the pouring rain They are the future’s tombstones It’s the price that they pay for greatness The great lie that they stubbornly believe They are notional heroes They never did what they’re sung for They are the wasted heroes On which I turn my back I turned my back And walked away It says your name The day A glory hound with accolades On a stone above your grave But only guns have seen The errors that you proudly made The impotence you never had to show Don’t be pathetic Attention only works If you respect The people it comes from You weren’t there You’re not prepared To see what you vainly had to practice for Brainwashed and led to defeat They are the future’s tombstones But they’re too desperate to think on their own To see that there’s no glory in death They are embellished heroes They believe what they were told to believe They are the virgin heroes On which I turn my back I turned my back To reap what I came for
4.	Hades' Brails 04:34	lyrics	buy track
Everyone can see your body flaring in the crowd Undressing all your prudence To touch your conquest And you don’t care who knows it if you’re hot with rock and roll If you find your suitors gelded If you aren’t one for de rigueur The old routine has drained away The danger that you flirt with Shame that doesn’t matter If it has to die a little bit Each time it’s called upon It might take forever But forever never comes I’ll blow up the moon and the stars for you Yeah you’re worth it I’ll burn in hades’ brails I want to feel and let you destroy me Yeah you got me Drunk on your lust It’s ripe for the taking I’ll blow up the moon and the stars for you I want to feel and let you destroy me You’re the only thrill I haven’t had before You got me Drunk on your lust It’s ripe for the taking I’ll burn in hades’ brails
5.	Sex, Guns, And Rock 04:57	lyrics	buy track
Diverging in a thicket The path you have to choose For low stakes, the well-trodden In time they’ll all be disabused Some paths are for the weak Through broken teeth their words betrayed Don’t you see there’s no tomorrow No second chance for those who are afraid In the throes of danger and chaos On the edge of the death realm In the climax of passions In the search for the optimal way of living And dying Sex, guns, rock, die Killing Sex, guns, rock, die And mass graves There’s no yesterday There’s no tomorrow Sex, guns, rock, die Chaos and Sex, guns, rock, die Destruction
6.	At War With The Living 05:21	lyrics	buy track
Human life is worthless Outside of fertilizing lawns They don’t deserve their chances If this is how they choose to carry on They cannot give a valid reason To spare their rotten lives The cycle’s been repeated Only one hundred billion times One hundred billion times Death has made a fool of you At war With the living At war With the ignorant and selfish cowards That call themselves the living They see it from their point of view Their point of view is biased See it as an altruist Exterminate the virus Only vultures can stand the sight of them Only worms can stomach the taste Only dirt is not offended by their presence Only when they die their mortal sins desist
7.	The Consequence Of Hatred 04:40	lyrics	buy track
There’s a needle in the haystack Ruminating, not hesitating An oversight The flock has failed again It’s such a sad sad story When you find yourself at the mercy Of decisions you have made You thought were harmless No one saw the slaughter coming down They thought it was their privilege But they were wrong These were august halls made for learning Where they taught you how to hate And if you're prepared to hate You're prepared to die Are you prepared for the consequence of hate Are your ready to see the blood Splattered on the walls There’s a bullet in the chamber There’s a powder keg about to blow And all the sheep sleep soundly as they’re told No one saw the slaughter coming down They thought it was impunity The bodies serve as proof of their transgressions That dared to be proven wrong That they were the problem The problem is the system The system is the people So the people are the problem The problem is the hatred The hatred is their power Death is the solution Die motherfuckers
8.	Entwined With Death 04:21	lyrics	buy track
I came down in a godlike rapture of blood My soul’s entwined with death The living, I no longer obey You can’t pay for death And there’s no such thing as war Only powerless weaklings with guns And soon they’re all going to die You don’t inherit the throne and the crown of a death god You make it from your enemies’ wreckage You can’t ask for immortal power It’s scavenged from the dead I came down on a mission of death With a machine-gun And a halo around my head Somebody kill me Death sent me back possessed With a hole in my soul That I fill with self-destruction You’re all going to die You don’t inherit the throne and the crown of a death god You make it from your enemies’ wreckage You can’t ask for immortal power It’s scavenged from the dead On a skeletal throne With a crown made of reforged steel Watching myself disintegrate
9.	Machine Gun 05:17	lyrics	buy track
Automatic death machine Sustained at rapid rate Bipod bedded in and chocked Adverse conditions set You’ll find me where the action is I’m a national investment Feared by all on both sides Of the iron tangent Ellipse Cast on the ground Sacred sign of instant death Marked by automatic fire The souls that it reaps Shredded to pieces To the song Of the machine gun Bombed up and ready to rock If it has to be this way I saturate the beaten zone That’s why I never miss Bullets arc across the sky Through the cone of fire Killing burst on target Belt-fed, perforating bullet holes I am automatic I am rugged, wild, and free I’m alive Ellipse Cast on the ground Sacred sign of instant death Marked by automatic fire The souls that it reaps Shredded to pieces To the song Of the machine gun

about

No Excuses For The Living is a scathing, hardline attack on humanity, and a glorification of death.

Steve Pera, founder and guitarist, is accompanied by mercenary session musicians: Mary Zimmer on vocals, Paul Asper on bass, and Kevin Trudel on drums. It is the new lineup’s first album together, and the band’s 3rd album, since the loving dismissal of Callum McPhee and John Kay.

Bombed Up’s divergent songwriting is backed up by draconian criticisms of human morals. This record is also unforgiving toward heavy metal clichés - it’s not for freeloaders looking for the same old death metal one-trick-pony.

credits

released January 1, 2018

Mary Zimmer - vocals
Steve Pera - guitar
Paul Asper - bass
Kevin Trudel - drums

Music and lyrics by Steve Pera
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