Afterbirth of a Nation

by Skulk, the Hulking

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1.
Doesn’t believe in a god, but finds himself always knelt Wants to believe in this world, but has no faith in himself His wealth of knowledge is slim; His pockets even more thin And when his heart opens up, he finds his muscles gone limp Futility fills his lungs. Morality of mortality, where his pride is hung He lives among us, goes unsung while making fun of everyone Sprung forth undoes what’s done by none While gums find cheek buried with tongue Save us, Save us, Save us Why won’t this beast leave us alone? His talent seems valiant, but challenge our gallant built palace So malice unbalanced will silence this callous abhorrence To save us heinous old credence to keep us on the throne Save us, Save us, Save us Why this beast just up and go? From where he came, no one can say Who can we blame? To make them pay The skies go grey, foundations shake As he does bray his wretched name Now let your inner beast call Gonna challenge your hopes, gonna challenge your dreams Gonna leverage these words, crowbar you open Cold hearted, uncharted, restarted, self pardoned, retarded You don’t have to be so guarded Cause every little thing I’m gonna say is self doubted But if you sittin’, feelin’ like you’re bombarded Stay ign’ant and disregard it Get pregnant and pass the buck Is it out of love the world we hand ‘em’s fucked? Is it ‘cause we desperate money’s dick gets sucked? Is it ‘cause we pussies all our balls are tucked? Well, let me tell you why our balls are tucked. Big business turned us into robots. Big media got us hard up for smut. Big Pharma says refill up.. We ask: Is it just the drugs? Is it just our youth? Are we just lazy? What the fuck’s the truth? What the fuck’s the use? Is this too obtuse? Is this reasoning just one big excuse? Fuck that. I say Let’s untuck our balls I say Let’s get George’s big dick out our jaws Our cause is not a clause; applause will have to pause Redraw our moral laws and let your inner beast call
2.
Hey! Hey! Everybody’s coming, Everybody’s coming Everybody’s coming, Everybody’s coming Everybody’s here to play Everybody’s running, Everybody’s racing Everybody’s chasing; grabbing for tomorrow While it’s still only today Everybody’s slipping, Everybody’s twisting Everybody’s changing, Everybody’s slunking Hoping to keep up the pace We machine the machines to machine machining time to keep up with all the machines Make machines, make babies, make disease, make money, make believe, make us see, make us… Make Haste! Hey! No rest for the lonely, the weary are working too hard Got to change, got to try and be ready for more, more, more… We Create Our creations To create Make Haste! Hey! How long is this going to last? I can’t always go this fast. PAUSE TO QUESTION WASTES YOUR TIME. EVEN JUST ONCE YOU’LL FALL BEHIND I want to enjoy what I’ve learned ONCE OBSOLETE THERE’S NO RETURN I guess there’s not much time to waste! THAT’S RIGHT NOW MOVE YOUR ASS AND- MAKE HASTE! HEY!
3.
We made the knives that took our lives We made the guns that killed our sons We start the wars to sell some more We fight the hate that we create We're the disease spread overseas We're the ideal without appeal We're the corrupt while we instruct We are the damned while we command Decreed Received Believed Deceived All the shit that we've done All the lies that we've spun All the lives that have succumb All so we can have our fun We destroy! Everything we love, everything we hate Everything we dismantle so we can taste Everything we want, everything we need Everything that can we will make fucking bleed Douse the fires with gasoline Watch the pyres that now careen Trounce desire we find obscene Rage, entire, no ends to means Fuck their morals, fuck their laws Fuck their quarrels with our faults Fuck for pleasure, fuck for wads of fucking cash cause we are gods Decreed Received Believed Deceived All the shit that we've done All the lives that we spun All the lies that have succumb All so we can have our fun We destroy! Everything we love, everything we hate Everything we dismantle so we can taste Everything we want, everything we need Everything that can we will make fucking bleed We destroy!
4.
What we make Is who we are Who we are Is what we make So add it up Find out who you are Sick You’re sick Like the disease you are You’re sick Justify your hoarding Justify your illness Justify your madness Justify you’re Oh my god I’m so hot Look at me I believe I deserve everything that I got And no one can say I’m not We’re the greatest most famous charadists, You hate us, yet praise us, parade us, Encase us in papers, and make us your basis Of baseless and brainlessness stasis. Salaciously painless, forgave us our Wasteness, such graciously, patient, aimless, patrons Abandon freedom for lust Abandon coming, invoking and hoping justice is just Abandon creating trust The air we’re breathing is thick Polluted foundries, looted counties given litters to pick We’re even afraid to quip You’re fucking Sick You’re Sick of helping the rest Sick of helping, developing the yelping patrons we’ve pressed Sick of all their requests Shamelessly hating, degrading, the fading and aching forsaken Persuading the taken to waiting for shavings Mistakenly taking the scrappings as aidings while shaking down, Breaking down, taking down their vacant, ancient, moral havens
5.
Sometimes it feels like this is pivotal Like life ain't trivial Like I'm fighting for a cause and all political Yet we're individual in this age of digital Lost faith we're indivisible Forefather-ed thoughts forgettable In other countries people die from things formidable Our simple deaths are oh so livable Yet our love for being martyred unconditional I wonder if we're even diacritical If principles are transmittable Our solutions always seem medicinal Subliminal war criminals Irresistible imbeciles The unsinkable pitiful A fictional pinnacle Our biblical citadel has left us immiscible Unconditional, unforgivable Unequivocal, unpredictable Inexplicably cynical Down With Us Jesus runnin', second coming Baggers dug in, Elmer Fuddin' Crushing hope while hopes becoming Nothing but a ton of nothing Begun lovin' shunnin' loved ones Just to show them won't be out done Being filthy rich is a crime Where in which they say we can climb By bewitching us with sublime While they turn our dollars to dimes Designed lines constrict Defined minds convict The blind are inclined to restrict Our eyes with addiction Strip maligned pricks, ornate kind and bind their lives to the crypt Why can't we all get along? Why must the weak cower to strong? Why can't we admit we're wrong? Why can't I just hit this bong? Stay calm, we're good just mis un der stood be fair, we're just products of lust, but Down With Us
6.
Cancer 03:59
I wanna tell you, wanna show, wanna let you know About this great new doctrine, makes you feel good head to toe You'll wanna eat it up, you'll wanna bowl and spoon, you'll wanna yum yum Yum yum yum, you cleaned your plate let's have some fun There's nothing left for my brothers You'll have to kill all the others My face will go undiscovered All you have to do Shave your head now Shave your head I have no clue, I'm such a fool, I'm not quite sure just what to do I need a motto, -ism, mantra, oh here's something new It's digging deeper to my core, it touched my pussy I'm a whore But if it's good that does the raping only more good's born There's nothing left for my brothers You'll have to kill all the others My face will go undiscovered All you have to do Shave your head now Shave your head I'm so immoral I've been cruel I feel so lonely Did I just drool I can't believe it's all I've been We may as well give in
7.
Make It Sew 03:32
Belief is what you see Design yourself accordingly Belief is all you need As long as you configure yourself externally Just stitch and sew till they are sold My body show I'm so beautiful Push the envelope, push so I can cope Will this change my soul push till we make it sew Gonna get myself a nice taut complexion Perhaps due to injection Do what you gotta do 'Cause what are we if we're not at our best Ignored and lonely, never mind the rest And don't we all want success in excess Do what you gotta do Just stitch and sew till they are sold My body show I'm so beautiful Push the envelope, push so I can cope Will this change my soul push till we make it sew Make it so you're just like all the ones you believe Make it so you're just like all the ones who deceive Make it so you're just like all the things you believe Make it sew, make it sew, make it sew You can never be wrong If it's all a lie You can never belong as long as you're always in disguise Just stitch and sew I'm so beautiful Push the envelope, push so I can cope push so we Make it sew
8.
There's a party in my brain and I think I'm gonna party There's a party in my watch and it's always time to party There's a party in this get up and I'm dressed up in this party There's a party on this platter and I'm serving up this here party There is a party in this bottle doctor's orders are to party There's a party in this stick shift driving drunk here in this party There's a party in this image and it looks like it's a party There's a party in these condoms and I'm gonna fucking party Party now It's your job It's your job to party now There's a party on my arm but she's really just a trophy She thinks that we're in love but she don't really even know me She's got her hand inside my wallet Mine is creeping up her leg towards her zipper You know she fucking pappi good and what she take out my back pocket's what I tip her There's a party at my side but he's really just a bank roll He thinks that we're in love but anything can be bought and sold Truth be told he ain't so hot and he don't really even deserve me But I think he got the means to keep this party going Party now It's your job It's your job to party now We have to find a party In this world we call a party We have to party party In this party we call party We party party party In this party party party Party party party party (etc.)
9.
That bitch, the world, she says I’m useless Spent my life tryin’ a seize her, they call me Brutus A nuisance. Annoyed my head’s inside your nooses Gone toothless, they acid in my mucus It takes me time to find my patience. I’m anxious Everyone out there lacking frankness, they thankless Until they preying on me like I was the Sanctus Let me confess this world is headed for damnation While money fucking power, we hold our dicks in anticipation Deflation. Castration. Sudden prostration as if our asses beggin for insemination Wake up Take up the fight and how the fuck to shake up A system who’s only words see to be to pay up I’m fed up This shit’s a mother fucking set up This is not a game We are all to blame Profits for your name Reclaim Your honor That bitch, the world, she’s trying to puke us The stomach cancer that we are has grown due to hubris We’re fruitless Our tree of knowledge bares no wisdom cause its trunk is rootless Wake up every morning tired Acquired the desire for a life that’s uninspired So that thought goes unrequired. Now stupidity’s what’s admired Fine with everything that’s transpired. Brain retired till you’ve expired What we doin? What we’ve done? If life’s a barrel full of laughter then I’ll be the joker to put my head against the gun And spray the walls with fun so everyone can come, among brains flung, To make fun of the thoughtful art that I’ve become I’m sick of everybody bitching Shoveling hard unaware the grave’s the ditch your digging Unflinching Enriching maggots ‘bove our reaching This is not a game We are all to blame Profits for your name Reclaim Your honor
10.
Add Her All 03:05
Do drugs, get fucked, it’s great Do drugs, inebriate Do drugs, to celebrate Do drugs, myself I hate Get fucked, it’s great, do drugs Get fucked, you push, I’ll shove Get fucked, I mean make love Get fucked, it’s good sort of It’s great, do drugs, get fucked It’s great, you’ll self destruct It’s great, you’re so star struck Well, you’re in luck Cocaine You slave I’m better, stronger, faster God my dick is oh so harder I wanna fuck all night until you make me Uh too late I’m making lists, I’m dropping names I feel so different, but the same Here comes the days destroying light I won’t put up a fight There’s nothing left for me I may as well just take my leave And make my way home But fuck it pass the blow Cocaine You slave Cocained interlude Cocaine, I just want a taste Cocaine, ya’ll just make me a waste Cocaine You slave
11.
Puncturing our brains They try to hold our reins So that they can contain Our view of their decree A permanent campaign By those who’re preordained Will we ever regain Our right to act as free This is the story of our lives This is the part where we all die Can someone please just change my mind Or should I just be the first to start saying my goodbyes Gotta go and find my rainbow Gotta go and get positive Gotta go and get my eyes sewn ‘Cause there is no alternative Gotta go fill these cry holes Why am I so inquisitive Danger, present; clear It’s headlights for us deer Our payment is severe Yet we don’t want control Living with our fear We’re lustful for some cheer But it’s not cool to care So let’s go with the flow This is the story of our lives This is the part where we all die Can someone please just change my mind Or should I just be the first to start saying my goodbyes
12.
Back to the beginning Haven’t found any meaning Need to search with more feeling Fill this room to it’s ceiling Back to the beginning Haven’t found any meaning Once again now with feeling Feel this world without fearing Back to the beginning Haven’t found any meaning Once again now with feeling Fill this world to it’s ceiling

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Your world is over.....

.....herald the ogre.

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released December 14, 2018

music - Skulk (By Hook: Skulk and Kyle Polich)
drums: Rob Mitzner
bass: Vern Woodhead
guitar: Ashley Levine

Recording and Mixing: Scot Moriarty at Backroom Studios
Mastering: Mitch Rackin

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Skulk, The Hulking New York, New York

We're so sorry you had to find out this way, but it's about to get worse. This satirically aggressive electronic music freak show has had about enough of it. Whether you're screaming blindingly along with him or screaming wildly against him, you just might be compelled by his oddly memorable beats. In the end it's all laughable. ... more

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