Surviving Deprival

by Petulance

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released August 28, 2015

Vocals - Josh Clapham
Drums - Josh Grummant
Guitar - Luke Reber
Bass - Gareth Barnard

Recorded and engineered by Sam Machin @DreamForgeStudios

Shoutout to Catboy, Andreas, all the man in Strike Back

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Track Name: Parts Unknown
I'm sick of the shit you speak.
So much shit, and I couldn't smell it.
Artillery, I'll pop off any plan.
Any plan you had I've already thought of it.

Catching pain with both hands.
Throwing it back, like fuck your attack.
Tidy up, all the mess you made.
The mess that you brought with your drug fuelled adrenaline.

Sick of the shit you speak.
But I couldn't smell it.

Sick to the back teeth.
Fight fire with fire, dust to dust.

Dust to fucking dust.
Dust to fucking dust.

Artillery is stronger now.
So strong it will shut you down.
And with our history, I'll make sure you suffer defeat

Abide my law
Abide my law
Abide my law
Abide my law
Or get caught
It will hurt
Track Name: Weary
Secluded, from the fear
It's how I felt, back in my early years,
Free. Not part of this life.
Rich country, poverty, til I die.

Secluded, from all hope.
How it's always been, how it always was.
Free. Not part of this life.
Rich country, poverty, is this my fate.

Is this my fate.
I have so much hate for this place.
That's what she said to me.

Chewed up. Spat out. I know you take pride in it.
You won. I lost. I'll see your name on the board.
You won. I lost. I know you take pride in it.
Now where do we run to. Where do we run to.

Secluded from the fear.
It's how I felt back in my early years.
Free. Not part of this life.
Rich country poverty until I die.

Until I die.
My doubt in change, won't change.
No.

You wonder why I feel so weary. It's a collection of these things.

Burned to the fucking ground.
To the fucking ground.
Track Name: My Absence
Won't give you mercy.
I've been crippled ever so slowly.
Moving so slow, in this agony.
Agony.

It's my burden to burn.
Smothered in loss. A lesson to learn.

It's my burden to burn.
Smothered in loss. A lesson to learn.

Anything said, is a mistake.
Do anything to get out. Whatever it is.

Like handfuls of sand.
It's slipping through my grasp.
Comes crashing down.
With an impeccable wrath.

Handfuls of sand.

"Do we take pride in seeing the enemy suffer. Seeing the weak get weaker. I'm trapped in a culture full of shattered souls. The reaper awaits me. Death awaits me. Death awaits me"

Crippled so slowly. This lesson I'm learning.
Crippled to the end. The reaper hates the dead.
Track Name: False Hopes
Lecture myself to never go back
I was caught like a finger
In the fucking rat trap
It closed hard, it got me bad
Like a bad attitude gets me mad

I won't go back
To them feelings again
I won't go
And make ammends

Lecture myself to never go back
I was caught like a foot
In a fucking bear trap
If closed hard, it broke my bones
Just like the fact I don't want to be alone.

I won't go back
To them feelings again
I won't go
To make ammends

Never fail to win.
Success is my mission
Never cutting it close
A long distance win
Never by the skin of my nose

A puppet on strings, I'll abide anything
I'll do what you say, I'll do it all anyway

Puppet on strings
I'll do it all, anything
Track Name: Sleeper
She got away. She got lucky.
I was used as an entity.

I'm so fed up of feeling so little.
Got sick, of being trapped in the middle.

Lady Luck ain't so lucky after all. Like a neighbour, I've been shut down by this wall.

Survived.
Deprived.
Bit my lip through it all.
Never see me hide.

She got away.
She got lucky.
I was used.
As her entity.

Got away. Got lucky.
I was used as an entity.
I'm so fed up of feeling so little.
Got sick of being trapped in the middle.

Being trapped
In the middle
So sick
Of feeling so little