Conditioning
by Sheer Ignorance
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Digital Album
Immediate download of 5-track album in your choice of MP3 320, FLAC, or just about any other format you could possibly desire.
PLUS BONUS LINER NOTES BOOKLET WITH LYRICS. FUCK THE RADIO.Buy Now ₤3 GBP
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Pay Your Dues to Punk
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Social Conditioning
03:02
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Blood Sludge
04:46
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Mind Control Airwaves
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released 08 September 2011
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Sheer Ignorance began life in 2011 as a Scottish crust punk/black metal, d-beat frenzied project between Neil (of highly
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acclaimed death metal act ‘Nerrus Kor’) and Rick, the former bringing the vocals, the latter bringing the music.
Their debut EP was released in September 2011 and can be found here at bandcamp.
Anyone looking to contact the band can send mail to randomaddressforme@hotmail.co
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- Track Name: Pay Your Dues to Punk
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Pay your dues to punk
Your band fucking sucks
I had it up to here with generic shite
I want a D-beat, some whiskey and a fucking fight
This is how you do it right
I heard your riff, it's from the 90's
And that's why I jack off in your mother's nightie
Put a silly twist on your hipster black metal
For your bland played out shit I will never settle
Pay your dues to punk
Your band fucking sucks
Had it up to here with generic shite
I want a D-beat, some whiskey and a fucking fight
This is how you do it right
You sound like every other band in existance
Cold frost and grim but with no substance
You're a middle class teen and your hair is greasey
Stop using Garage Band to put out your feces
Your band fucking sucks!
Pay your dues to punk, kid
Your band fucking sucks, kid
Had it up to here with generic shite
I want a D-beat, some whiskey and a fucking fight - Track Name: Social Conditioning
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It's infowars
Take control of your mind
Society has got a hold
I'm armed to the nines
Social conditioning
Stuck in the matrix
Mental chains
Smash in my fucking brain
The time has come
Use the knife
Get out of your mind
And into your life
It's infowars
Take control of your mind
Society has got a hold
and I'm armed to the fucking nines
Writhing thrashing
Mental decay
Fuck this nonsense
I wont be chained
Get out of the matrix
Social conditioning
Stuck in the matrix
Mental chains
Smash in my fucking brain - Track Name: Blood Sludge
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Wandering gaze
Dazed eyes
A misty haze
Is this life?
Trapped in a cycle
Day after day
Misery and despair
Eats him away
Blood Sludge
Nausia, pain
Confused, pain
Needs another drink
To function again
Blood Sludge
A futile existence
Parasite of humanity
Just passing the time
Until he withers away
You're fucking wretching
Gagging to breathe
Choke on your guts
Puke until you die
A futile existence
Parasite of humanity
Just passing the time
Until he withers away
Wretchedly you
Gagging to breathe
Trapped in a cycle
An infernal course
And now from this life
He is divorced - Track Name: Militant Zombie Deathsquad
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Organised
Into a form
Black dead eyes
The troopers storm
In formation
Before cremation
Ready to wreak
Fucking havok
Zombie Deathsquad
They'll eat your heart out
Zombie Deathsquad
Hear the undead shout
UUUUUAHHHH
Onward march
They listen to thrash
They like Sodom
But don't like anthrax
The soundtrack to
Your fucking death
Get shot to shit
As they eat your flesh
Zombie Deathsquad
They'll eat your heart out
Zombie Deathsquad
Hear the undead shout
Militant
Zombie
Deathsquad
Your death is imminent
Militant
Zombie
Deathsquad - Track Name: Mind Control Airwaves
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Mind control airwaves
Have to break away
Be aware of its existence
Become part of the resistance
All day long
The radio tells you you're half a man
You need someone to make you whole
Just because she can
Buy stuff, buy stuff
Its the only way
To get out of your
Crippling depression
This is not a fucking love song
There are no subliminal messages here
Reject that shit, grow in strength
Don't live in fear
Don't live in fear
Fuck the radio
All day long
The radio tells you you're half a man
You need someone to make you whole
Just because she can
Buy stuff, buy stuff
Its the only way
To get out of your
Crippling depression
