Get all 10 Skull Drug releases available on Bandcamp.
Includes unlimited streaming via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality downloads of New International Anthem, Bullets (Single), Your Government and God Won't Save You, Common Drugs EP, Death By 45 EP, Sinful Life, Wasted Daze, Hard Times, and 2 more.
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Common Drugs
03:48
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Paranoid, we try to hide
By locking ourselves up inside
Inhaling the media hype
And snorting the consumer lines
Advertisements tell us to buy
Our happiness on aisle 9
Garbage to which we glue our eyes
Says money is the most divine
Feel the rush
Get a taste
Let your mind
Rot and waste
Common drugs used and abused
Common drugs that may induce
Ignorance and common hate
Make common people act insane
Common drugs
Overdosing on the pain
Of living in a world insane
Looking for answers, light the spoon
And shoot up with the holy truth
Alleviate the guilt and shame
By giving praise unto the name
No need for reason, just excuse
We're high as hell on holy puke
Feel the rush
Opiate
Let your mind
Rot and waste
Common drugs used and abused
Common drugs that may induce
Ignorance and common hate
Make common people act insane
Common drugs
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Tick Talk
01:13
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PICKED BY TICKS!
As time ticks by, I'm picked by ticks
Blood thirst suckers suck me sick
They pick my skin, I pick the scabs
Such pesky pickers keeping tabs
They slide so slick and still I'm tricked
These picking pricks don't miss a lick
Blood blisters burst, they're getting worse
Pesky pinchers pollute my purse
What is this itch to pinch and prick?
Now I need someone to pick like ticks!
As I lay me down to sleep
Time ticks while ticks still pick at me
And now I pick a slapstick trick
And pick my own skin like a tick
To try to trick these pesky pricks
My tricky, ticky, pricky-pick
And now my body's been picked raw
And all those pesky pricks are gone
What is this itch to pinch and prick?
Now I need someone to pick like ticks!
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Painted
02:44
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Let me paint you a memory I lavishly adore
The meticulous detail must not go ignored
Contrasting colors contravene kind intent
And the focal point highlights resentful regret
The brush coats the canvas as it comes back to me
A lucid recollection, yet I couldn't see
Myself as the artist painting a memory
That's all I'd have left to hold preciously
As the paint starts to dry the memory glows
The fallible masterpiece fills another hole
In a harlequin hallway of defected dreams
Where the paintings displayed are aggrievements achieved
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Prose For Fucking Cons
03:11
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Killing to live and dying to win
These fucking cons are at it again
We can't fucking trust them
For starters, they barter with our lives
And we just try harder to devise
A smarter plan before we realize that, "surprise!"
We have just mapped out our own fucking demise
Sadistic intention leads to dissension
Don't forget to mention the intense contention
While measuring dicks, who fucks us the most?
While we smile back, raising up a toast
Killing to live and dying to win
These fucking cons are at it again
We can't fucking trust them
Complacent and copacetic, I said it
It's fucking pathetic, direction we're headed
We're wedded and bedded
Did anyone else see the sign that said "dead end"?
Fed fables for breakfast, while lies are for lunch
And denial for dinner, good to be the winners
Policing the planet, but I've got a hunch
This potemkin party has poisoned the punch
We can't fucking trust them
Fuck it all, we're living a lie!
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Asthenia
03:03
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A nation divided, a world that's stopped trying
A megalomania that's horrifying
Gripping to fear, I can see it so clear
WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON HERE?!
Your government and god won't save you
Assimilate
Sit back and wait
While you're force fed the hate
That's been left on the plate
Digging for answers you'll find an excuse
Grabbing for a rope you're handed a noose
Pray for yourself 'cause your god won't save me
IF WE CAN'T SAVE OURSELVES, THEN WE'RE NOT FUCKING FREE!
Assimilate
Sit back and wait
While you're force fed the hate
That's been left on the plate
There are no politicians in whom I believe
No trust left in leaders or authority
No president puppet, no maniac muppet
No more human rights in the land of the free
We sold them for false security
God isn't dead, he's just make believe
And what's left to say of the American dream?
YOU CAN ONLY BELIEVE IF YOU ARE ASLEEP
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Skull Drug Phoenix, Arizona
Skull Drug was formed in 2010 in Phoenix, Arizona. Their style has been described as, "...An updated version of great late 80's hardcore and thrash".
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