Flaws In Human Nature

by Heartfelt

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BBMA11 - 1st Press/60 (30 beige, 30 red)
'14 Demo + one bonus song. First time analog release.

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released May 11, 2015

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Track Name: Intro
There’s a lot of anger boiling I’ve got to get off my chest, but it’s heartfelt. My veins get frozen in this age of hypocrisy. We lack a voice that is heartfelt.
Track Name: Boiling Point
I see violence but I can’t see rage. And in this anger I sense no discontent. I’ve stared too long into these hollow eyes. A lack of interest, a lack of pride.

Staring down the shoreline, I hate what we’ve become. A mindless herd in blind pursuit. As we suppress our screams of disbelieve, our throats are coarse from spitting hollow words.

I’ve been biting my tongue for far too long and I never liked the taste of blood. As we suppress our screams of disbelieve, our throats are coarse from spitting hollow words. And how easy do we move past these statues, disregarding our heritage. Following images in blind believe, while we walk towards our own destruction. As we race towards our own extinction.

In this violence, there is no rage. And in your anger, there is no discontent.
Track Name: Freezing Point
There are too many wars against mankind and we’re all aware. An uneven standoff of the ones that see life for what it’s truly worth. Martyrs waving banners of ideologies, but lack the voice of a majority.

I see the voiceless suffer and my heart bleeds. But it’s easily forgotten. We choose indifference. Convince ourselves of ignorance. Martyrs waving banners of ideologies, but lack the voice of a majority. I'm fed up by our own middle class hypocrisy.

We still consume the flesh of those we’ve mourned for. With no air left to breathe, we’re burning fuel like oxygen.