To Crap

from by Gomgoma

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(For the world of entertainment
you'd sell every vestige of self;
morals, spirit and ideals.)
A sick anotus, disgust.
(You'd even sell those big promises.
You'd even sell your mother)
but I'd be blasted off with blather
'til poison comes from mouth, teeth and hands.
Environment safe and clear,
fending for your end only,
I'd practise gawky ways.
I'd spit (on you.)
I'd spit (on everything you trade.)

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from Civilized Punks, released March 15, 2015

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Gomgoma Greece

A 5-piece set based in Chalkis (Gr) who plays a blend of sludge, crust, hardcore, old school death metal and BM. Not because we can do so but mainly because we believe we are doing so.

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