DEAD END PATH - DEATH WALKS BESIDE US

1- Stay Up, Stay Alive
2- Ain't Hard To Tell
3- No Paradise
4- Born Into The Grave
5- Devil's Sun

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I DON'T UNDERSTAND WHY EVERY TRUE MODERN HARDCORE BAND WITH NINETIES ROOTS AND INFLUENCE HAS TO LOOK LIKE A BUNCH OF FUCKING BROKE ASS AND UNEMPLOYED SCUMBAGS. THEY LOOK BROKE BUT YET MOST OF THEM ARE SO TERRIBLY FAT AND OVERFED. I GUESS THEY MUST HAVE HAD QUITE THE CHRISTMAS IN A FOOD BANK PARTY. BUT NOT JUST THEM I GUESS. ALL THEIR FANS ARE ALSO OVERWEIGHT MEATHEADS WHO SEEM TO HAVE NO VISIBLE TRACE OF HAIR BY THE TIME THEY ARE TWENTY. OBVIOUSLY EVERYBODY DESPERATELY SHAVED IT OFF TO HIDE THE FACT THAT THEY WERE SOME EMO FAGGOT SCENE KID ON MYSPACE FOUR YEARS AGO WHO GOT INTO THE SCENE THROUGH POISON THE WELL. I BET Y'ALL WERE ONCE STRAIGHT EDGE TOO UNTIL YOU TURNED LEGAL AGE, WEREN'T YOU? YOU'RE NOT FOOLING ANYONE YOU OBESE EX-STRAIGHT EDGE MOTHERFUCKING GIMPS.

NOBODY KNOWS WHY THESE SHOWS HAVE TO BE SO UNNECESSARILY VIOLENT. EVERY TIME I PAY MONEY WITH THE INITIAL INTENTIONS OF ENJOYING A GOOD SOLID FRIDAY NIGHT, I END UP GETTING MY PELVIS BROKEN AND HAVE TO MASTURBATE WITH A CAST ON MY DICK. AT LEAST IT ENHANCES MY EMBARRASSING THREE-INCHER I GUESS. MY PENIS WENT ROCK HARD OVER KELLY CLARKSON. BUT IN ALL HONESTY, THESE BANDS ONLY COME TO YOUR TOWN ABOUT TWO OR THREE TIMES A YEAR BECAUSE IN ADDITION TO BEING A BUNCH OF BROKE ASS NIGGAZ, THERE ARE NO DECENT VENUES THAT WANT TO HOST THESE DESTRUCTION DERBY SHOWS. SO YOUR LOCAL PROMOTERS HAVE TO BOOK THEM IN SOME SMALL OBSCURE BAR'S BASEMENT WHERE FISTS END UP FLYING EVERYWHERE AND THE BAR OWNERS WONDER WHERE ALL THESE BROKEN RIB BONES AND HOLES IN THE WALLS CAME FROM. NOBODY WANTS TO HAVE THEIR PREMISE USED FOR HARDCORE SHOWS ANYMORE BECAUSE THEIR PROPERTY INSURANCE QUOTA GOES OFF THE FUCKING ROOF. I USED TO BE A PROMOTER UNTIL I GOT MY ASS KICKED BY SOME TOUGH GUY BAND FOR NO REASON... ALL I WAS TRYING TO DO WAS ROB THEIR BREAD FROM THE TOURING VAN. I WOULD HAVE SUCCEEDED TOO BUT I WAS TOO AROUSED BY THE HUGE EXHAUST PIPE AT THE BACK OF THE PIECE OF SHIT DODGE CARAVAN, SO THE OPERATION WAS DELAYED WHEN I COULDN'T HELP BUT TO PULL DOWN MY PANTS AND PERFORM SEXUAL INTERCOURSE WITH THE TUBE ITSELF. I CAME ALL INSIDE THEIR DODGE CARAVAN RIGHT BEFORE THE BAND CAUGHT ME AND SHOVED A GUITAR SO FAR UP MY ASSHOLE THAT IT CAME OUT THROUGH MY EYE SOCKET. NOW I AM BLIND FOR LIFE AND WHENEVER I ATTEMPT TO THROWDOWN AT HARDCORE SHOWS I AIMLESSLY END UP HITTING THE BARTENDER THAT HAPPENS TO BE THE GIRLFRIEND OF A HELL'S ANGELS MEMBER. RIGHT BEFORE THE GUY COMES BY THE PREMISE TO DEAL WITH ME, I DISCREETLY SNEAK OUT OF THE BAR AND FINDS HIS MOTORCYCLE WHERE I START HAVING SEXUAL INTERCOURSE WITH ITS VERY EXHAUST PIPE. MY LIFE KEEPS ON GETTING BETTER AND BETTER ALL THE TIME, DOESN'T IT?

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