Artist: Vents Album: Marked for Death Song: No Rest for the Wicked Typed by: newos_crib_is@hotmail.com [Vents] Cinematic massacres, purges, murders, animal urges Militarism returned, made a massive resurgence Unkind is a word just scratching the surface Got me thinking that humanity, it has to be worthless Like, without god could we have any purpose? And if he exists, tell me why the fuck would he hurt us? My black metal burning down flammable churches If man made the world, what's a natural occurrence? Like, colonialism, that showed me the wisdom of racism and other social and phoney divisions I'm having serious doubts about reaching nirvana I barely learnt to sit down and speak to my father Need a reason to bother or a morsel of truth You forced to consume rhythms that will cause you to move And Ad-Fu getting caught in the groove My brethren is a deadly weapon, records left sore and abused, yep [Chorus: 2X] "So here we go again scaring people to death" - MC Ren Vents One, Ad-Fu, Mr. Trials in effect "So here we go, so here we go again scaring people to death" - MC Ren It's no rest for the wicked when the wicked connect [Vents] We stay close to the danger, sort of like dope in Malaysia Super-high, purify smoke in the chamber Blow for blow, I'm smoking Joe Frazier Open up the cut, no soap on the razor, what? I'm just a bloke from Australia watching all the boats rocking up and most folks going Kramer, huh Hang 'em from a tree, blast 'em in the sea Want your money, and your life, and your marketing degree Gotta laugh cause it's funny when you pass me in the street Pissing up with Trials, smoking darts with Debris Got polar caps and rising seas So hurry up, kill 'em all, feed my disease I'm starving, fighting with the mice for the cheese MasterChef at night with the rice and beans Rap sweet like Daryl Braithwaite It's a cannibal feast on the streets when my release date takes shape [Chorus: 2X] [Vents] The emptiness is endless, entire existence horrendous My symptom persistent, the pain is relentless The sentence is death, we dwell is call centres Very long days and very short tempers I'm back with a vengeance, it's Vents the villain You bite my whole style and blow up, make a killing I Kurt Cobain your face, stain on the ceiling Look brilliant, you burn like the plane hit the building Get torched, charred up, scarred, black as fuck Eat shit, two girls, one pack the cup That's what's up, flesh bubbling from the heat You bloodsucker, vampire, put the fucker to sleep You in bed with the enemy Rhyme for the pussy and the money with your head up his arse, human centipede Lost in the veins of metropolis Strangers and foreigners, everybody faceless, anonymous, what? [Chorus: 2X]