Human Delusion

by Walking Corpse Syndrome

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The fourth studio album from Montana Groove metal band, Walking Corpse Syndrome.

Vocals: Leif Winterrowd
Guitar: Matthew Bile
Guitar: Ryan Kromdar
Bass: Steven Frerichs
Drums: Nocktis Frazer
Drums: Greg Frazer

Engineering, Mixing, Mastering: James Hill

Angel Flesh Cover Art: HeadSplit Design

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released September 25, 2015

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Track Name: Angel Flesh
Angel flesh:

This is the death of your angel.
You helped kill her innocence.
This is the death of your angel.
Hold a pound of her flesh.

Mesmerized
by a concrete plan of control.
Manipulation through fear,
lie so she’ll never find a truth her own.

You’ve been corrupted from birth, passing it on now
has become institution.
Doesn’t matter what is choice or not.
I'll take a happy devastation over this forced life.

It’s been a long year, but I watched her slip
despite the short leash you hold,
keeping her choked. Who pushed the distance as you watched it grow?
No one left to criticize but your self

Saw her trust was weakness.
You took full advantage.
She was on her own path,
but you had to kill what you don’t understand.

Sterilized
from any dream that doesn’t follow your own.
Barbaric,
this free thought and fate has got to be wrong.

Make a plan and make her blindly follow.
With no choices left, there is a consequence
coming. Losing her grip, it's failing. Your cure for
independent thought is a killing poison.

Saw her trust was weakness.
You took full advantage.
She was on her own path,
but you had to kill what you don’t understand.

Oppression is not protection.
Show me the real hypocrite.

Standards of the young are sinking, blaming the notes and images.
You never gave a chance to understand concepts so hard to grasp.
Point a finger to the martyr to take the fall and hide behind
a statue like a symbol you have never possessed.

Keep speaking of tolerance
in an anti-advancement subliminal policy.
These aren’t your words, your thoughts, or your beliefs.
these are just the motions of a hypnotized life.

She smiles aloud, but is dying inside.
Suicidal time bomb, you pushed her to it.
This is the death of an angel, all skin stripped off.
She bled out the flesh is in your hands.
Track Name: Apocalypse
Apocalypse:

Take, take, and keep taking more than we can give.
It's never enough for a self inflicted
disability that isn’t there. Justify it.
Conjure up a condition for occupation allergy,
never giving back. Able bodies
content in their chairs with toxic substance
in the air, sitting idle in the collection stance.
Self entitlement at its very worst.

Every evasion technique flawlessly exploited with
surgical accuracy for nothing more than greed. Instant
indulgence with no ethics. Resident terrorist,
take total advantage. Brace for the collapse.

Conviction to the privilege
that will not ever exist.
Won't sacrifice anything.
Give me an apocalypse.

Lie and lie and lie. Stretch the truth. Defy and deceive
and convince everybody of victimization
to get more. Take away from those that truly need,
as we get poked, pricked, and tested
for the privilege to keep our backs broken. The honor
of labor getting scrutinized for vice just so they
can steal from earning pockets. They rage war
on the force from the inside, consuming everything.

Conviction to the privilege
that will not ever exist.
Won't sacrifice anything.
Give me an apocalypse.

Give me an apocalypse now.
Let them survive without our giving hand.
Give me a resurgence of shame.
This way of life cannot be sustained.

Give me an apocalypse (now)
Give me an apocalypse

Systematic drain, methodically
chewing off the fingers of the hand that will feed.

I cannot give anymore.
I won't save a societal leech.
I won't pay 'cause they can't
discern the want from the need.
Conviction to the privilege
that will not ever exist.
Won't sacrifice anything.
Give me an apocalypse.

Give me an apocalypse (now)
Give me an apocalypse
Track Name: Price of Pride
Price of Pride

The dark in the room is stealing.
They are watching, standing over us with
eyes burning. Go a little further,
quicker, and be more to keep from drowning.
They found a way to control everything.
A corporate tyrant god complex told
we can be anything, never
told about the hole we have been digging.
We keep climbing in the process of
self destruction to get level,
might get there by the time we are
dead. Welcome to your American dream.

What’s the price of pride you tell me I know I
have got to be worth more than this
I never was bought I was sold its time we
do all of this this on our own (x2)

Dangle this prize in front of me so I
keep manufacturing. I keep
pushing forward for the trivial things.
They think we’ve got to be controlled,
constantly behind, and set into the way they think
we believe, but won't be put into the grind for a zero identity,
trying for the things you think we want you think we need.
We will never take our place in your American dream

What’s the price of pride you tell me I know I
have got to be worth more than this
I never was bought I was sold its time we
do all of this this on our own (x2)

Forced into an old mold
times won't let us fit anymore.
We can only internalize
so much before we eat our insides.

We have to start again,
but we can not start here.
We are in too deep, owing so much
now the weight is breaking.

Maybe someday I'll be good enough.
Maybe someday I'll be good enough.

I exist
outside of this.
I can live without a constant
running pressure.
It takes so much
to be an image of the history I live.

What’s the price of pride you tell me I know I
have got to be worth more than this
I never was bought I was sold its time we
do all of this this on our own (x2)
Track Name: Ending Created
Ending Created:

Look at the empty its here it is real had to know it was coming but I never thought it would come from an ally this is my fall waiting for this coma self induced by the comrade, coward I am the walking dead so soulless I’ve become I have become

Try to take it all back, what can be said what can be said

Agoraphobic in my own existence isolated in this dead end scared of my own being collapsing under all the whispers there’s no getting out of this cage me in by the voiceless terms of your casting
I can stab myself I never needed your help (x2)

Chapter was done the book was closed the redemption was put to rest a new beginning was set into motion a revival had to be set in place had to bring it all back for a spotlight shift my personal snuff film watch and masturbate and masturbate

I am nothing I know, try to take it back I’ll be your scapegoat

Agoraphobic in my own existence isolated in this dead end scared of my own being collapsing under all the whispers there’s no getting out of this cage me in by the voiceless terms of your casting
I can stab myself I never needed your help (x2)

Only as strong as the stability of a weak sensibility
Sensibility washed found you in a remorse to late

Subjugated by breath marked and placed the stench of a fugitive on me expose the skeletons betray and let them escape the comfort of the box they love release them and relive the dead there was no right there was only a target to be hung
misdirect so pathetic (x3)

The ending created I am the contempt of all things decent now justify

Everyone is seething everyone is cheating slander a bearing a life force got to keep feeding want to back it up but its an addiction cant find a way to make it all stop.

Everyone is bleeding everyone is needing to taste the of blood you’ve got to be trailing in the footsteps of a bloodlust never ending we set it on each other and saw the regret attempting to be noble take the rightful fall but the fall was to demanding its easier to pass it on someone couldn’t swallow it all and make it just stop.

The ending created I am the contempt of all things decent now justify
The ending created I am the contempt of all things decent… descend
Track Name: Clarity
Clarity

Waving the cloth like it’s a white flag of trust and truth,
hiding behind the rights of the divine.
Lie about what it takes to be righteous,
a wolf in shepherds clothing.

This all leads to your own sick fantasy.
How can this defilement be justified?
Purity is the torture of the naive.
Now I see clarity.

Baptized in the sweat of a pedophile.
Blessed is the shell of the young. How do you get inside?
Pushed until you felt it rip.
You sick fuck, you hide behind the trust.

Silence or the underworld takes my soul.
We're decomposing from the inside by a demon placed by you.
Redemption is coming ten fold.
You are no longer the predator.

Pray bitch, pray bitch, pray bitch, pray.
Pray bitch, pray bitch, pray bitch, pray.
Pray bitch, pray bitch, pray bitch, pray.
You are no longer the predator. You better fucking pray.

This all leads to your own sick fantasy.
How can this defilement be justified?
Purity is the torture of the naive.
Now I see clarity.

Prey on the metal to which you will succumb.
Vigilante, call me what you will. I’m the real messenger.
Speak about how you are better than thou.
Say it again mother fucker. I want to hear you yell.

I’ll do the work no one has the balls to do. I’ll end
this reign. I’ll wipe this blood with this cloth you claim,
then get a praise from everyone you’ve destroyed.
You will never prey again.

I’m not sure how I’m going to get you to hell,
but I know that I will be the one that will send you there.
There is absolutely nothing left.
I won't be happy until I’m pissing on your grave.

This all leads to your own sick fantasy.
How can this defilement be justified?
Purity is the torture of the naive.
Now I see clarity.
Track Name: Static Illusion
Static Illusion

Incomplete as a whole, never found a reason
to become more, never cut the surface.
Test what’s real and what can be taken.
Dig in deeper. Search for the failure,
looking for a reflection in this living
dissection. Got to run from it and chase the flawless
fantasy guided by TV. Keep
running from reality.

Deconstructing a world
built for an image
of an illusion.
Contemplation was stuck static in the happiness.

Search for this impossibility
that lies within. Can't see inside. Can't see
what's below the feet. Never standing still.
The pressure of the claustrophobia
is penetrating the skin, tainting the blood,
an infecting parasitic life. This
is a hell and in your mind, alone, you are
systematically

Deconstructing a world
built for an image
of an illusion.
Contemplation was stuck static in the happiness.

My vitality is caving.

This is life submit to it.
Can’t see past the first hill, so short
in this sight, searching for this impossibility.

I always knew it come to this.
This is my hell. It's right here.
It's right now. This is now my home

Peaceful metallic tastes between the alcohol burns.
I always knew it would be like this.
This is life.
Submit to it.

Tried to kill this
over and over again.
It only passes time to the next defeat.
Divert your eyes. you’ll still taste this rot.

Surrounded by this earth. This touch is beautiful.
I bask in this peace. This space is perfect for me.
This is now my life. I must submit to it.
Shot for shot, stood fine, sliced and stitched up.

Resilient in this sabotage, I bleed in my
blind spot, in my pristine hole,
my perfect hell, my personal devastation.
This is my life. I will now submit to it.
Track Name: Human Delusion
Human delusion:

Everybody came together to find a new enlightenment they didn’t like the nothing in the bleak the crutch was set in place the mass swung to the lead of the few they were all cleansed it was the purification of the non existent parts

This is mass hysteria everyone is needing something they really don’t its in the DNA to feel the acceptance to feel the belong these are the hunter gatherer primal tribe urges you are only feeling the sense of community and nothing else take a stance against yourself try it on your own discover yourself by yourself the spirit we gather on is just old inexplicables given to a mystical force I can feel my spirit eroding and I like the way it feels

Tell me more about how wrong I am.
Tell me more. Come on, I want to know.
Tell me more of what you think is best for me.
Tell me again of what has got to be.

They speak in tongues you want to hear to persuade you closer to their new consciousness they have to justify the experience to vindicate their own human delusion

They will say anything to make this real and to verify
It’s just a sense of belonging will you believe without questioning
Solitary their greatest fear maybe your are not like them absence is a little more real embrace it

You are alone and nobody cares this is the way it is now embrace it this is exactly where you are supposed to be enraged and fueled by a deprivation insanity

All of this anger all this rage comforts and speaks volumes through the fossilized coping ways
Standing in self ostrasation feeling perfect in these imperfections I am released
There is no love only reliance I rely on myself I’m never betrayed
Mentally in exile I cannot be touched I am content in my complacency

Everything you feel is just you everything you feel is only you

Embrace this abandonment and sift through the ashes of the old crutches then assemble the best parts without the mob mentality this is the solace of your own fate comfort without dependency free from the manipulation self reliant

Its only you
Track Name: Plague
Lay the tarp on my sacred ground.
I abide to the ancient needs. I will
always hold close. The time has come to show
the true colors. Wet the leather skin.
Soften the shell.
Shave to the inside.
Watch the wickedness spill to the floor.
I can not wait to bathe.

I found a way
to make you my slave. Raped by my plague.
You have brought this to life.
Don’t ask, you know exactly why.
I have to find
the cold inside.

You won't let go.
Not even whole.
Don’t let go.
I will water you
so you will grow.
I like the way you survive.
Now bite the fruit of god.

Worship me and beg for the release that will never be.
Finally under the skin I found a way to be complete.
Totally alone and no one cares. No one is coming. It's
only me and I will purify.

I found a way
to make you my slave. Raped by my plague.
You have brought this to life.
Don’t ask, you know exactly why.
I have to find
the cold inside.

Find a new place to surface the bone and break the resolution
to this obsession. Enjoy the desperation for the sympathy
that will never come. I will display the findings
like a trophy and become the creature of the golden age.

Look at you, masterpiece.
I will now set you free

I am divinity.
This is love, suffer unto me.

The screams are so intriguing. Movement arbitrary,
unnecessary. Look at you puppet, sadistically
dancing beautifully, incomplete and so
hungry. Look at the parts that you never wanted to see.
Eat maggot. Feed on the pieces.
I will share so you can stay longer.
Now that you are technically whole we can still play
in the wickedness that I will consume as my own.

Purposely half buried in a shallow grave.
I love watching you struggle out
of the earth, still breathing.
Look at you, still physically incomplete.
Crawl worm, inch away.
Everything is locked. Circle back to your own excrete.
I can not stop laughing
at the sight of you resurrecting.

I found a way
to make you my slave. Raped by my plague.
You have brought this to life.
Don’t ask, you know exactly why.

I like the way you survive.
Beaten and defeated never looked so pretty.
Raped by my plague
never was an escape.
Violation never felt so liberating.

I am divinity.
This is love, suffer unto me.
Track Name: Surrender and Comply
Surrender and comply

And everything
breaks eventually.
Can't control the fate that was meant to be.
This touch has
become so violent,
yet soft to caress a new cancer.
Dead alone
in the elation,
shuffling through the debris that was so promising.

Never will be. All things wished for in time.
This is meaningless. The pain cannot hide.
Manipulate it to become the lie.
There is no escape. Surrender and comply.

And the ego
standing strong as
the bodies are decaying.
The skin is
condescending
self worship. Keep piling on the masquerade
in this designer forgery, never accepting the truth.
It always will be so fun to watch the timeless aging.

Never will be. All things wished for in time.
This is meaningless. The pain cannot hide.
Manipulate it to become the lie.
There is no escape. Surrender and comply.

And the war inside is self deception, every step
in the wrong direction, all decisions greedy, guarding what is precious.
It was fabricated by the ones that live off eyes, realized
the truth was all just lines still so much adoration for a portrait.

Can't live in reality even though it's creeping. This secretion
is the awakening. The tear is such a release. Let it flow
and drown all the travesties that come with being human.
A consequence is coming. Hide behind the melanoma shine.

Running from nothing, there is no foresight.
Gently rotting while still alive.
This is an escape.
Surrender and comply.
The edge scraping is so sanctified.
Peel it all off. This is rationalized.
All of this pain will bleed out in time.
Smile at the corpse with the melanoma shine.

This is your pain.
This is the answer.