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TRACK 5: Simian The song begins with a simple drum pad beat an a chugging, distorted bassline, which continues for most of the song. After a bit, a muted, distorted guitar joins the bass, and Trent's vocals come in, distorted and reserved, i'm a real big man with a real big gun i'd rather sit inside while you all have your fun i'll shutter my windows, i'll lock my doors i think like an ape, i'm down on all fours
i like my mossberg more than i like you and when the sun's gone, what's a man to do? i watch all those eggheads inside their labs play but only i'm ready when the world rots awayThe monotony of the droning guitar and bass is broken as they both begin squealing with reverb and a chorus effect drenches the drums, causing the chorus to be thunderously noisy, i've got my twelve gauge, violence with realism i'm soaked with angst and machiavellianism i've got my trucker hat, perpetual hunting season i'm so full of machismo, i'm full of surrealismThe simple, droning bass riff comes back in, accented by some keyboard work in the background, i've got myself a dog and a pickup truck if you're hugging trees, i don't give a fuck if you think there's a choice, you can shut the fuck up all those artists are fags, all those women are sluts
i like my colt more than i like you and when we're all fucked, what are we to do? i watch all those stupids on television pray but i know i'm ready for judgment dayThe noise comes back, everything seemingly with a flanger-like effect on it, as Trent's vocals become thickly distorted, i've got my twelve gauge, violence with realism i'm soaked with angst and machiavellianism i've got my trucker hat, perpetual hunting season i'm so full of machismo, i'm full of surrealismA bridge part comes next, the bass line droning on and on, creating a feeling of rising tension, as the lyrics are whispered into the mic. Trent's voice sounds as if it's ready to crack at any moment, leaving the listener with a feeling of unease, don't try to fuck with me got my own mouth to feed don't try to fuck with me got my own mouth to feed don't try to fuck with me got my own mouth to feed don't try to fuck with me got my own mouth to feed don't try to fuck with me got my own mouth to feed don't try to fuck with me don't bite the hand that feedsThe music stops abruptly, almost as if the song is over, but instead the song returns, even louder and more distorted as the lyrics are belted out with enthusiasm, i've got my twelve gauge, violence with realism i'm soaked with angst and machiavellianism i've got my trucker hat, perpetual hunting season i'm so full of machismo, i'm full of surrealism
i've got my twelve gauge, violence with realism i'm soaked with angst and machiavellianism i've got my trucker hat, perpetual hunting season i'm so full of machismo, i'm full of surrealism
i've got my violence, i've got my survivalism i've got machismo, i've got super realism i've got my twelve gauge, machiavellianism i love my violence, now let's add some realism |
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