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Goodbye Cruel World

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Brutal Truth is a New York City-based grindcore band that was formed in 1990 by ex-Anthrax and Nuclear Assault bassist Dan Lilker. Brutal Truth was one of the pioneers of grindcore who enjoyed world wide success, particularly in Japan and Australia.

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released August 24, 1999

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Brutal Truth New York, New York

Brutal Truth is an American grindcore band from New York City, formed by ex-Anthrax, Nuclear Assault, and Stormtroopers Of Death bass guitarist Dan Lilker in 1990. The group disbanded in 1999, but reformed in 2006 and continue to release new music.

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Track Name: Intro
[no lyrics]
Track Name: Dementia
front, front life

life in sedation
no mental addictions
frustrated mind tangled in lies
progress dementia

do follow your instincts,
let others be
guide your own life
through reality
perceive depictions,
why can't you see
blind to real life, can't see

life in sedation
no mental addictions
frustrated mind tangled in lies
progress dementia
fueling the industry
death's futile misery
fueling the industry through
death's futile misery, progress
dementia

for what you see is your life
for what's to be is no life

do follow your instinct
Track Name: K.A.P.
about your policies
well i wonder
its crisis overload
and no wonder

falling, we're falling, falling
down this fucking hole

begin the slaughter and
welcome pigs
slop the bullshit, welcome in
insert the blade,
i'll stick and plunge
twist the fucking blade,
bloodlust... kill all politicians
Track Name: Choice of a New Generation
Reformation at hand
Our time to stand
Misconceptions are a thing of the past
Enslaved minds give birth to a new generation
Your generation
The myth, a fiction of what you will believe
Lies, corruption, financial catastrophe
Legality, the only way
Progressive hemp-minded, call for legality
Ignorant and fearful, rejecting on 13
Their foolish lies will break our backs beyond humanity
Legality the only way
Track Name: Birth of Ignorance
Ignorance and prejudice.
Raping peoples minds.
Molded by environment.
Hatred of all kinds.
Never knowing tolerance.
The ignorant domain.
Never knowing freedom.
Wear it like a chain.

Don't you think?
Don't you see?
Don't you fool?
Don't you see the lies?

Don't you think?
Don't you see?
Don't you fool?
Don't you see the lies?

Don't you think?
Don't you see?
Don't you fool?
Don't you see the lies?

A life of hate is useless.
You don't have a cause.
Breeding hate with no excuse.
Starting racial wars.
Religion teaching lies.
Hypnosis of the weak.
Believing false prophets.
Slaughtering the meek.

Don't you think?
Don't you see?
Don't you fool?
Don't you see the lies?

Don't you think?
Don't you see?
Don't you fool?
Don't you see the lies?

Don't you think?
Don't you see?
Don't you fool?
Don't you see the lies?

Justify your bias.
Give me reasons why.
Innocent victim.
Murdered by your lies.
All the hate that you create.
A product of stupidity.
All the statements you have made.
Have no real validity.
Track Name: Stench of Profit
Motivation, greed and pride, you don't care how many die.
Mother earth raped once more, mutilated to the core
- NEVER CARING - =

- NEVER SHARING - =

- FILL YOUR POCKETS - =

- WITH THE STENCH OF PROFIT -
Don't you see what you have done?, blocking out the fucking sun,
Savage progress, twist the fate, you won't see until it's too late.
- NEVER CARING - =

- NEVER SHARING - =

- FILL YOUR POCKETS - =

- WITH THE STENCH OF PROFIT -
Track Name: Walking Corpse
Preconditioned.
Accepting your role.
Robbed of life and stripped of soul.
Fall into the same routine.
Of drab existence, what does it mean

Are you satisfied with the way that you exist?
Every single day just like the one before.
Don't you feel the need to express the way you feel?
Wake your sleeping brain, there's so much more.

Just a walking corpse!

Preconditioned.
Accepting your role.
Robbed of life and stripped of soul.
Fall into the same routine.
Of drab existence, what does it mean

Are you satisfied with the way that you exist?
Every single day just like the one before.
Don't you feel the need to express the way you feel?
Wake your sleeping brain, there's so much more.

Just a walking corpse!
Just a walking corpse!
Track Name: Sympathy Kiss
prey, right now
principally, i'd follow
if i could fly, i'd fly away
bullshit time confine today
reason? logic? nothing really
new passes my way
be strong, wear sympathy
sympathy cares not,
nor wants not

i cannot shed your tears

if i could fly, i'd fly away
bullshit time confine today
reason? logic? nothing really
new passes my way
be strong, wear sympathy
sympathy cares not,
nor wants not

i cannot shed your tears

was out you pain,
wipe out your mind
wipe out your mind

escape systems,
breakdown, delude
social farce in your
magic kingdom

be strong, wear sympathy
sympathy cares not,
nor wants not
Track Name: Pork Farm
breeding, seething,
feeding, breeding

push one reality, push two for
what you wanna see
for what's to be
program finance inconsistencies

for some legalities
preaching out,
their righteous ways
preaching rape,
preaching rape through their
enslaved cash hogs

it's not my reality... yeah!
seething, feeding, breeding
Track Name: Jemenez Cricket
cricket's home,
right high where he outta' be
sailing high (through his)
crystal clear cash flow rainbows
our sweet drug man,
please don't try to understand
shot alone, we're alone,
so alone
getting kicks on taking risks
fucking with the numbers
turning tricks

the art of the deal,
the numbers feed, life surreal
cricket's home all alone
thinking kicks without the trip
kicking back and turning on
punching out reality
while sifting through
the hand that feeds

the art of the deal, life goes on
life is true, can't you see, your
backing out on family
everything to live for,
pure euphoric dream
life is pure, can't you see,
your backing out on family

the art of the deal, life goes on
cricket's high sky high
Track Name: Repeat at Length
[Lyrics originally written by S.O.B.]

The construction to destory
The making-up to justify
The wishing is joy to fill yourself
You follow into the ideal

In the heart of the rotten corpse
You get addicted to be rotten

Don't lose sight of you
Be ashamed of your silly ideal
But you can't give your past days at all
You will be sure to get everything

You still get addicted to be rotten?
You fall in the rotten body ignorantly
Track Name: Media Blitz
[the germs]
Track Name: Fucktoy
if i could,
i would knock you down
kick your ass to the ground
don't you like to play
is there any other way

if i could, i would find a way
serve your ass for the day
would you say
is there any other way?

scribble your thoughts
as you'd like them to be
for it's foolish goals
you'll achieve
casting the parts...
plotting your scams
compromise integrity
again and again
Track Name: Ill-Neglect
Blinding, choking, our lives constrict, swallow misconceptions can =

be brought.
Corrupted...Suffer!
Lost in ill neglect
In the Shadow of Misconception, misguide opinions, fatal endings
Destroy all happiness from the start, thoughtless in cold visions.
Lies hope/no hope.
The values of humanity cave in.
Track Name: Kill Trend Suicide
your fashion, kills trends to their end
your cycle of nonsense bleeds to its core, repeats once again
perfection, best play by the rules
this shit by you false-core will kill your own trip
play you the fool
kill trend suicide
false-core genocide

the fashion, gone glory to capitalist ways
faceless, sold into corporate ways
no vision or thought is what you get out, fight for your own belief
for in the end you must give in, fuck off trend casualties

this way,
that way,
no way,
well anyway
Track Name: Cornucopia
[Lyrics originally written by Black Sabbath]

Too much in the truth they say
Keep it 'till another day
Let them have their little game
illusion helps to keep them sane

Let them have their little toys
matchbox cars and mortagage joys
exciting in their plastic place
frozen food in a concrete maze

You're gonna go insane
I'm trying to save your brain

I don't know what's happening
My head's all torn inside
People say I'm heavy
They don't know what I hide

Take a life, it's going cheap
kill someone, no one will weep
Freedom's yours, just pay your dues
We just want your soul to use

You're gonna go insane
I'm trying to save your brain
Track Name: Godplayer
Dilution of pain
Bleed incompetent reign
Life through purity
Humanity maintained
It brings in hope of precious life
Answers agony divine

Push ill-thoughts
Of humanities decline
Finally, system feeds, travesties
Chokes life's inner sanctity
Skeptically, you'll see,
Their lives ain't worth a dime

In the end, you and I will never see
Look as one one, upon this blasphemy
If I was you, I'd adjust my sensitivity
Blame or fault, question rationality
In the end, you and I will never see
Pain is small defy your own mortality
Run again, answers will be the same
Open your eyes and see it for what it is

Corporate science destroying lives in the benefit of none
Liberation from the foolish
Cash in cost, rhyme or reason ... no!
Track Name: I Killed My Family
[Originally written by YDl]

I killed my family
why, why, why, why?

too much pressure on my job
prices are rising way too high
something snaps, cracks in my head, in my head

I killed my family
why, why, why, why?

baseball bat connects with warm flesh
blood splattered walls, couches & carpets
crush and smash their faces like a ripe grape,
like a ripe grape
Track Name: Time
I see through.
The gray facade.
Solemn expression.
Time goes on.

Ageless questions.
Pointless passing thoughts.
Time goes on.
Backwards forwards.
Meaningless answers.
Time goes on.

Insight on model values.
Problem faced?
On script-less parts.
Screaming.
The confrontation.
Problem faced?
Time, time goes on.

I see through.
The gray facade.
Solemn expression.
Time goes on.
Track Name: Denial of Existence
Spreading.
Across out land.
Infecting breeding grounds.
Never to leave our hated soil.

Dying.
Hope is gone.
Right wing oppression.
Sentence us far beyond.

Submit - your fooled existence must now cease.
Torment - ignorant fools deny it's presence.
Eternal - condemned to back pages of mankind.
Nevermore - no one cares who lives or dies.

Denial of existence.
Existence.

Submit - your fooled existence must now cease.
Torment - ignorant fools deny it's presence.
Eternal - condemned to back pages of mankind.
Nevermore - no one cares who lives or dies.

Denial of existence.
Man.