CULTURE KILLER

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released July 4, 2017

CULTURE KILLER IS:
HUNTER YOUNG
DYLAN BLOW
DYLAN BOYER

ALL SONGS WRITTEN & PERFORMED BY: CULTURE KILLER
LYRICS BY: DYLAN BLOW & HUNTER YOUNG
ADDITIONAL VOCALS ON TRACK #3 BY: ADAM MADSEN

PRODUCED BY: HUNTER YOUNG & AUSTIN COUPE
ENGINEERED BY: H. YOUNG @ KAIJU AUDIO
GUITAR REAMPS BY: PHIL PLUSKOTA @ SONIC ASSAULT STUDIOS
MIXED & MASTERED BY: A. COUPE @ LIGHTS OUT RECORDINGS
ALBUM ART BY: ONEL HERNANDEZ

"EXTERMINATE FILTH!"
-CULTURE KILLER

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Track Name: Exterminate Filth Pt. II
Public masturbator of arrogance.
Leader of the hate brigade.
Fear your "God", load your guns.
Grip your bibles, bite your tongues.

Burn down your leader.

Scum will rise, now that you've given them a voice.
Every piece of shit will show their face.

If this means war, are you a part of it, or not?
This is culture, picking off the weak like vultures.
This is not a revolution, it's a fucking bloodbath.

After all else has failed, you will finally do what's right.
Burn the motherfucker at the stake.

You have no hold on me.
From the podium you preach your hate.
Wrap the microphone around your neck.
Kick the bucket.
Fucking hang, bigot.

Fuck you.

Idiots of America, this is your "God".
Exterminate Filth.

Now watch him burn.

Lyrics by: D. Blow
Track Name: Godthroat
Pull God out of your throats and think for yourself.

Your eyes will never seep into my soul.
Don't know a thing about me, yet you think you know it all.

Eat your words.
Chew on the pages of the book that I burn.
So much to claim, but you have nothing to show.
Slash your fucking Godthroat.

You're a slave to nothing.

Nothing will make me understand how you can live your life, abiding by a lie.
A creation of man.

Pull God out of your throats and speak for yourself.

Never had expected any less out of a brainwashed piece of shit like you.
I will never listen to a brainwashed piece of shit like you.

Culture Killer.

You're a slave to nothing.
Your eyes will never seep into my soul.

One more time, motherfuckers.

Godthroat.

I'll make you eat your words.
Choke on the pages of the book that I burn.
Eat your words.
Slash your fucking Godthroat.

Lyrics by: D. Blow / H. Young
Track Name: SKINGLUEDSHUT
Blindfolded by your lies.
I watch you move like a snake, with your tail wrapped around the hearts of man.
Every word brings the fucking plague.

Believing your own shit will such confidence.
An attempt to fill your head with remnants of garbage.

The hearts of man.
Every word brings the fucking plague.

Skin glued shut.
Your fucking skin glued shut.

I feel bad for you.
I really fucking do.
Living a life of expectation.
Your death is a reward.
Another name we can't wait to forget.
Forget it.

No changing how I feel about you now.
Too weak to commit.
You fucking gave it all away.

God knows what I'd give to push my middle finger through your fucking head.
If I wanted you dead, you'd be fucking dead.
Too weak to commit.

Skin glued shut.

I was playing God.
Now you're fucking gone.
May the bridges we burn light the way to hell.

Lyrics by: D. Blow / H. Young
Track Name: The March
I'm not your friend.
You are no one to me.
Blend with the trend, then you're on to the next one.
Your identity is lost.
You don't know who you are.
Showing face, when convenient.
Then pretending you've been there all along.

You'll always stand beside whichever crowd is the largest.
Draw a line in sand, and decide where you stand.
You're either with us, or for them.

Prostituting your emotions, for attention.
I will never crave that kind of acceptance.
Everybody's doing it, so make sure that watching this.
As I march to the bitter beat of independence.

You'll always stand beside whichever crowd is the largest.
Draw a line in sand, and decide where you stand.

If you're not here now, then you've never been.
No point in acquaintances, you'll be gone before the end.

I'm not your friend.
Your identity is lost.

Lyrics by: D. Blow
Track Name: Inhale The Smoke (Slamtera)
When we're gone, a trail of fire will follow us.
We bathe in the flames as they swallow us.

Pinch the flame, inhale the smoke.
Inhale the fucking smoke.

Still no closer to believing.
Forever an enemy of everything.

The underdog is the rapid beast.
And now the feast is complete.
When death comes for us, we'll be waiting within arm’s reach.

Pinch the flame, the feast is complete.
Pinch the flame, the feast is now complete.

Put a hand over our mouths and force our eyes shut.
This was the cut that wasn't supposed to stop bleeding.
If it's gonna happen, it better happen now.
It's better to burn out, than to fade away.

Rest In Peace.

Lyrics by: D. Blow / H. Young