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Nothin' Yet
04:38
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Pain for You
03:28
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I live to love, I love to hate
You'll have no life I'll devastate
Things were fine 'til you betrayed
You should have known before you spoke
This gruesome rage that you awoke
Would cut you down and watch you choke
I will watch you slowly die
Black abhorrence in my eyes
Hatred is too light a word
To let you live would be absurd
Deceived by some but others know
Don't piss me off, I'll let you go
Don't know how to keep your mouth closed
Lesson in pain I must teach
What's bad for you is good for me
I laugh at the thought of watching you bleed
Plights for life, writhe in pain
Meddling fuck, I will reign
Faith in you wretched in disgust
Future with her remnants of us
I'll be more careful who I trust
I live to love, I love to hate
You'll have no life I'll devastate
Things were fine 'til you betrayed
Lesson in pain I must teach
What's bad for you is good for me
I laugh at the thought of watching you bleed
You though you had it figured out
You'd move in once I was out
You didn't know of my beliefs
Pain for you is my relief
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Heinous act, curiosity of death
Living fear, victim looks at you to plead
Follow through, you've got no other choice
Brain tapped, bring others to the corpse
Brag on, telling how it felt to maim
No shame or motive for the crime
What's it like, to murder a kid
What's it like, to bring forth the end
What's it like, to bludgeon a skull
What's it like, to kill a friend
Chose his victim out of a lineup
From four other kids in his class
Unknowing of his fate
His life would come to pass
He wanted to see how it felt
Don't try to understand
How 28 ounces
of wood can make a man
Death to pubescent hood
Let this sentence stand
Put 28 ounces of wood
In the victims mother's hand!!
What's it like, to murder a kid
What's it like, to bring forth the end
What's it like, to bludgeon a skull
What's it like, to kill a friend
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Follow in His Footsteps
07:55
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Violent with a verbal fist
Lacerate my every wish
Condemned to live my life with him
I never want to be like him
Alcoholic my old man,
Hide beneath a cloud of shame
Facade of feelings thicker now
As I grow older with resent
Drunken man
I do not understand
Why he does
The things he does to us
Apathy
To try to beat the test
I will never
Follow in his footsteps
Afraid of actions he portrays
My silence pleases him most
Escape to liquid refuges
Artificial pleasures numb my mind
Now he's dead I drown my grief
Booze had said " I love you"
Alone in the gutter is where I am
Bastard now I'm like him
Drunken man
Now I understand
What he did to me
When just a kid
Alcoholic
I have failed the test
I have followed
Exactly in his footsteps
Trouble leading me by the hand
Denial towers friends beliefs
Control is what I think I'm in
Pity, just another excuse
Operate under the influence
What influence is that? (MINE!)
Excursion, mandatory recovery
Incentive, I have none
Sober man
I do not understand
Why I should
Conform to things you would
No desire
For help at your request
I'll continue
To follow in his footsteps
Son of my own been raised like I was
I don't understand the way he acts
He doesn't seem to care anymore
Except if it's to satiate his needs (He seems alright to me!)
Oblivious to what's going on
Sobriety just not for me
Black out, don't remember functioning
Death sways me in it's arms
Drunken man
I didn't understand
Their concerns
For me to stop and learn
Disease
Has now laid me to rest
Just like his father
We've staggered exactly in each others footsteps
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DREAD Boston, Massachusetts
DREAD was born officially June 20, 1990. The initial lineup was Denny Hanley-
guitar/vocals, Steve Nelson- guitar,
Mark Selig- drums, John "Boog" Berkeley- bass.
The quartet entered the studio for the first time July of 1990 and recorded 4 songs for the demo Ugly, Blatant, Real. They got their first gig July 30, 1990 opening for then- up and coming band Biohazard at Deringer's in Brockton, MA.
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