A crown of gold
A throne of blood
A feast of flesh and fire
Iron through your palms
Teeth lined with gasoline
It’s your turn on the pyre
Carve a knife out of your bones
A thousand cuts for every life you stole
The head of the beast has been severed
Eyes fixed on this world of pleasure
Animal liberation
Vegan domination
Keep your eyes to the floor
And follow the ramps
Ludovico in this bitch
Time 2 put on the clamps
Watch your loved ones die
Right in front of your eyes
Crying you don’t hate, you just ate
As your bleeding out on the killing floor grate
Extermination of the infidels
ya can’t hide from consequence
You’ll burn like the rest
Ya hands laid on ya chest
Pyre’s lit, and the fuel is the fence
Avert your eyes to feel satisfied
Now we live to watch you die
World of pleasure
A constant torment to the senses
World of pleasure through rose coloured lenses
Indifference to a culture of clones
A carbon copy of an idol unknown
Off the bridge, you plummet
Nausea never makes you learn from it
The river of gold is just so bitter
Bite the barrel, squeeze the trigger
Wading in streets of filth
Your cruelty has turned habitual
Tunnel vision aimed at your high
A head on collision with the concrete
Choke on your indulgence
Poison yourselves in harmony
Culture in a downward spiral
Will it be worth it when the cloth you bear
Is stained with blood and bile?
I thought you were better than this
You took the first chance to exit
Down the road of selfish bliss
Give an excuse, I reject it
How can I forgive the most spineless bitch I have ever known?
Everybody finds love, but I hope you don’t.
Fight to live, fight to die
Induced in fixation, a state of fucking mind
Your own promise was defied
Under your guilt, buried alive
On your broken vow, I hope you fucking choke.
Everybody finds love, I hope you don’t.
Drawn and quartered, you left me bleeding
But you made the mistake of leaving me breathing
Red is soaking through my ledger
Trying to cleanse this world of pleasure
The cost for my sins is blood
And I think I’ll pay with yours
I want you to wish you were dead
See my face and be filled with dread
I was born to make you suffer
A product of your world of pleasure
String you up
Slit your throat
Burn my name into your flesh
By the time I’m done with you
You’ll be begging me for death
Laugh as your life is spilt onto the floor
Retribution for the cries that you ignored
You can’t run away this time
You lived like you’ll die
A fucking gutless piece of shit
credits
released July 23, 2022
Written by Jess and Colter.
Engineered, mixed and mastered by Jordan Chase at Oodelally Recordings.
Vocals for Side A recorded at Good ’nuff Studio.
Art by Matt Gazzola.
Lay out by Ben Brodie.
supported by 32 fans who also own “World of Pleasure & Friends”
Wonderful dramatic opening, the voice of a black woman in all her honesty, vulnerability and openess. And then one of the fiercest tracks of Zulu, total hardcore: 'Now they are through with me', full of twists and turns, and suddenly ending in a kind of soul-track, brilliant! This is 21st century music at it's best. The end lecture is dramatic and disturbing, spoken again by a black woman. Makes you think. Hesperus