Demo 2024, by Crime Rate

Demo 2024

by Crime Rate

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1.	Cellmate 02:44	lyrics	buy track
I said I want to leave this place gutted Down to the studs It's all for us We fill our hands It's not enough to pay it down We gotta tear it to the ground Tear it down Cause I'm so fucking hollow When I swallow my pride It sinks into a black hole inside Poverty for all Justice for one Not for you and me We take it and run Take it and run No more time for second thoughts We reap the vengeance that you sought Stand tall and clench your jaw Unless you're trying to get dropped Get your head straight now Eyes up chin out Grab the bag and feel the cold We gotta get the fuck out Iced heart Can't beat But it can always bleed Cold lungs Can't breathe But they can suffocate Now look me right in the eye And tell me what do you choose Is it the left hand path? Or were you born to lose? All you had to do was collude You stick to the path and the payment is due Bullet in the gut I pull out the slug You're on your own now You ran out of luck.
2.	Too Sick to Care 02:29	lyrics	buy track
Crawling in the darkness of the sewers The stench is nauseating The green light beckons me It shines above Choke the vomit back into my gut Free me from these chains with one Stroke of luck but this Brick in the pit of my stomach I'm Sick but I know there's no going back I've got this vacancy inside my fucking chest I need to fill it I need to fill it with the greed, deceit, the cold green voracity that stains my palms And rots my fuckin brain Fill the prescription to kill the pain $50K in the bag not a cent to my name. Hear you say I'm insane Hear you say I betrayed my humanity But I've got to numb the pain Brick in the pit of my stomach I'm Sick but I know there's no going back I've got this vacancy inside my fucking chest I need to fill it with the greed, deceit, the cold green voracity that stains my palms And rots my fuckin brain The greed, deceit, that rots my fucking brain... Can you feel it? Don't tell me you can't relate. Every dollar is a seed of hate. You just need it, you gotta feed it, you gotta get that bag today. Don't tell me you're not like me. I know you feel that unbridled rage. So grab a mask and come with me. Open the grate and set it Free. Brick in the pit of my stomach I'm Sick but I know there's no going back I've got this vacancy inside my fucking chest I need to fill it with the greed, deceit, the cold green voracity that stains my palms And rots my fuckin brain
3.	Exodus 02:14	lyrics	buy track
Stand up and be counted Just another face in the crowd Eyes down on the ground Don't make another sound 1,000 Steps to escape into darkness Breath be silent Chest be heartless Every step echoes Scanned from head to toe Searching for a soul But that's where my greed goes So I close my eyes and hope So much closer now to the end I lost my friend I used to mourn the dead I've learned Every martyr has to bleed, but I don't feel the need I just have to stand up and be counted Just another face in the crowd Eyes down on the ground Don't make another sound 1,000 Steps to escape into darkness Breath be silent Chest be heartless I've got to escape With what I came to make I've got to escape The bag is mine to take.

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released January 30, 2024

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Crime Rate Philadelphia, Pennsylvania

Our message is a clarion call to the downtrodden; a battle cry against the tyrants of wealth. We stand against a system that worships money over mankind and builds monuments to avarice while the soul of humanity withers.

We are Crime Rate.

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