ZEN // ▼ENOM

Here's a comp I did for a blog I've recently started writing for/ contributing to. If you like punk, hardcore, oi, dancehall, reggae, or dub chances are you'll enjoy this.

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Nuclear Newborns/ Born A Bomb

his father was a fire, his mother was molten steel they cast their love, in hopes to make it real under the moon, and stars, a womb was packed full of explosives, and a charge and then there was a spark a baby was born, and a country was warned this things a bomb

Panic Plague

Spit out your mother tongue, mutter & stutter you're heathen hex Get cursed Try and tomb my black magic, and strip the pentagrams from the floor Got this head-spin vertigo, got my demons I'll never let go Get dead, or get gone We charmed our way through the gates of hell, like a bat coming back I never wanna burn out, never wanna fade to black The gospel lied right through crooked teeth, Said it's where the evils of the world go to die, said it's where the sinners sleep Didn't see as many cops as I thought, but the place was full of priests Stay restless in pieces with the doctrinator resuscitators, and bible beggars Death to yer god, death yer preachers Fuck yer doctrine, fuck yer dead-looks, and fuck yer wing-bleachers Get away from me, I've heard enough of yer tongueless talk Keep running, keep running, keep running And burn 100 paths Turning sand to glass and cities to ash For a God who never stopped by and never looked back Eat yer words hysteria heirs

So suddenly the madness came With its whiskered, wolven, ether pangs He locked the door And shut the blinds He laid down on the floor and he slept like iron While the dirty knife worked deep Into his spine The blood runs crazy The blood runs crazy Cascading letters pool on the stairs The grass is high, the cats are wild You can't even touch the tip of their tails And the blood runs crazy with giant strides He sang nursery rhymes to paralyze The wolves that eddy out the corner of his eyes But they squared him frozen where he stood In the glow of the furniture piled high for firewood And the blood runs crazy with giant strides And the woodsman failed to breech those fangs in time So they dragged him through the underbrush Wearing three winter coats and a dirty knife

Krichit shaleno, strekoche zubami

La la la la, la la la la

Krichit shaleno, strekoche zubami 

No More Good Days

I go to bed with the thoughts rollin' round like rocks, Inside my hollow head Keepin' me up all night with the thoughts Of her and I rollin' round in my bed But I keep on, keeping on, with the hope that all my love ain't gone And I keep on, keep, keep, keep on Hoping she ain't the only one Tell me she's not the only one Missing the way she used to smile at me Reminded me it's all okay Now nothin' looks, smells, or tastes the same Now it all feels gray And everyday, I feel like I've felt much better, Bet I'll always be indebted to her Who's to say, I am the man that I pretended to be just yesterday Woah-oh-ohh Where did I go? Where did she go? I don't know Lord knows I don't know Oh-ah-ohhhh I don't know Where she goes, or which way the wind will blow