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The Cruel Fate Of Destiny

by No Class Assassins

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Temptation fools me with her sinful ways, pulling me down deep between her legs. Love the aroma, with haste I taste. Blindfolded, exploring nothing but waste. Now feeling nothing but despair, voices telling me not to care. Just fucking great...my morals disintegrate. Am I too late to change my ways? Depression...it soon sets in. I want to...take anything to make this end. Depression...it soon sets in. I want to...stop. I hate my life. Can't clear the haze of compulsive ways. Depressed for days...my compulsive ways. I wish I would, I wish I could. I wish everything would go away. I wish it would, I wish it could. I wish everything would fade away. I need something to keep the gun out of my mouth for another day. But that something never quite seems to come my way. So I lie in bed with this gun underneath my head and I pray I kill myself in my sleep. I need something to help me. I need something strong.
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These filthy tricks fill our minds with piles of waste that never cease. Telling lies like lullabies, the reflection in those eyes of their own demise. Their carnal lust embeds their brain. Intoxicated...no longer sane. Morose and cutting their wrists. The beauty they had...no longer exists. Piss Poor Painted. Painted face. What a waste of a pretty face. Piss Poor Painted. Painted face. These foul lips are out of place. Bound to them like a slave. Crack and smack is their crave. Lips are burnt and veins are bruised. These awful girls are overused. Piss Poor Painted. Painted face, What a waste of a pretty face. Sodomized and fist-fucked and sold for cheap. A sickening fascination which runs real deep. Breaking and entering to get their kicks. Unlawful ways that pay for their fix. Passed around like wine. Junkie swine, been fucked a million times. Passed around like wine. Junkie swine cries wolf and I don't mind. Then they cry wolf and I don't mind. These filthy tricks fill our minds with piles of waste that never cease. Telling lies like lullabies, the reflection in those eyes of their own demise. Piss Poor Painted. Painted face. What a waste of a pretty face. Piss Poor Painted. Painted face. These foul lips are out of place. I'm not dumb cunt, I know what you've done. I'm not blind bitch, I've seen your ways. I'm not deaf, I've heard how you are. It's no secret that you're a whore. You can't hide your deceitful ways. I'm on to your devious games. Now it's time to see what you've done. The karma you bring upon yourself.
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I will betray our friendship. Bitch you don't matter. I will fuck your wife and daughter too. What is yours is mine as well. I'm consumed with greed. Overwhelmed by this temptation...his fun begins. The devil's on my right shoulder telling me to flick the fly off the left. Force-fed my own execution. Like a gun to the head. Excess of sins. Seven within. Excess of sins. These sins sink in. These sins are sinking in. Your lies sink in. Overwhelmed by this temptation...his fun begins. The devil's on my right shoulder telling me to flick the fly off the left. Force-fed my own execution. Like a gun to my head. Excess of sins. Seven within. Excess of sins. Seven sink in. On these paths of hell is where I belong. On these paths to hell is where i will be.
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I didn't think anyone could ever be so dumb. She's proved me wrong again and she should be without a tongue. Disgraced her own attempt to live a normal life. Replacing hugs and kisses with hate-filled screams and kitchen knives. I take my favorite parts of them and make my own. Finally a girl with class...something that I have never known. A realization in distinction of their kind. No talking back to me because I left all vocal cords behind. Talk too much. Bitch too much. Lie too much. Keep too much. She's made my heart go gray so I can't get color back. Sweet lips of enemies speak such soft words that yield an attack. She makes me want to wage a war on humanity. More victims like myself for this heartless narrow-minded machine. I take my favorite parts of them and make my own. Finally a girl with class. Something that I have never known. A realization in distinction of their kind. No talking back to me because I left all vocal cords behind. Talk too much. Bitch too much. Third time is Not a charm. All I have is my imagination. I didn't think anyone could ever be so dumb. She's proved me wrong again and she should be without a tongue.
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You make the ones around you sick. Rotten teeth and rotten dick. You speak your words to get your own way. You spread a new disease every day. You've made yourself a target. You were born to be chalk-lined. Natural born idiot. You treat all of your friends like shit. You'll never escape your personal hell. You'll never learn to control yourself. You've made yourself a target. You were born to be chalk-lined. The word loathe is lenient. They smile at your funeral. Even the gods rejoice. You should not breathe the same air as i do. You shall not breathe the same air as I do. You are a weak-willed man.
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There are so many different positions that my bloated corpse could be found. I sit here thinking which would look better. The needle that I've used hits the ground. If I took my life...would it be a mistake? Would you even cry? If I took my life...would it be a mistake? My suicide. People stare as I'm laid on the stretcher. Blood and vomit pour out my mouth. Eyes gaze this collapse of a failure. I'm taken and hospital bound. If I took my life...would it be a mistake? Would you even cry? If I took my life...would it be a mistake? My suicide. If I took my life...would it be a mistake? Would you even cry? If I took my life...would it be a mistake? Pathetic form of life. Just join this rat race. Get a job and stand in line to be like all these other fucks. I just want to feel alive but life slowly turns the knife. There are so many different positions that my lifeless corpse could be found. I lay here thinking which would look better. The needle that I shot hits the ground. If I took my life...would it be a mistake? Would you even cry? If I took my life...would it be a mistake? My suicide. If I took my life...would it be a mistake? Would you even cry? If I took my life...would it be a mistake? Pathetic form of life. The grass is always greener on the other side of the hole in my head.
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Creations of god cast in darkness. The light dissolves into gray. Stormed by shadows for our sinful ways. In attendance of the plagues...humanity decays. A parable for destruction. This parable, your jesus knew. A parable for destruction. This parable, was true. We're due. Their crying gaze embossed in fear. The amassed craze. Static in prayer. A parable for destruction. This parable, your jesus knew. A parable for destruction. This parable, was true. We're due. No law. The ground gives way. Total chaos. Our final day. Chaos in opposition to hope. All lives are lost, diseased and blood-soaked. Tragedy. Chaos in opposition to hope. All lives are lost...diseased and blood-soaked.

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"The Cruel Fate Of Destiny" out now on Hell-Fi Records

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released December 7, 2019

Songs written by No Class Assassins
2019 Piss Poor Music

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No Class Assassins Port Huron, Michigan

From Saint Clair County, Michigan. We like to consider ourselves "Survivor Men". We take the best out of our environment and surroundings by doing as much as we can with the cards we've been dealt. None of us have had years of lessons or much guidance in the music industry. ... more

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