IRONCLAD

by Undying Inc

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Produced by Keshav Dhar
Recorded, Mixed and Mastered at Illusion Audio
Album Art by Visual Amnesia

©Undying Inc . 2014. All rights reserved.

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released July 6, 2014

All tracks written and performed by Undying Inc (Shashank Bhatnagar, Biswarup Gupta, Reuben Bhattacharya, Nishant Hagjer) except**

**Beyond Trendkill is a reworking of Great Southern Trendkill + Strength Beyond Strength, originally written by Dimebag Darrell Abbot, Phillip H. Anselmo, Rex Brown & Vinnie Paul and appearing on the Pantera albums 'The Great Southern Trendkill ' 1996 and 'Far Beyond Driven' 1994.

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Undying Inc New Delhi, India

Undying Inc are a lethal blend of speed, technique, groove and extreme aggression!

Defined by relentless riffing intensity, sharp twists, massive breakdowns; rapid time signature changes and fluid gear shifting between polyrhythms, Undying Inc's music is a lesson in crushing modern metal combat!

Here is music that will make you want to chokehold the world you live in!
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Track Name: Snakes Of Inertia
You can't measure these heights you slid down from,
Once you leave this threshold far behind you sink through
There is no turning back now never to return to vigilance.
Tectonic plates of consciousness have shifted.

Slithering lethargy coils,
Itself around you, dragging you down,
Glazed eyes, forked tongue, infinite, serpent rise

Wordless your speech of desperate force of irony
Soundless your screams, infinite, these serpents of inertia.
You don’t know the depths that wait to devour you; you slip through your mind’s black hole,
Ceaseless fall of conscience, left into a tract of cold nothingness…

One nerve, one cell, at a time.
And hour upon hour, weary & tired bones,
Poisoned, Suspended in an Infernal pit

[Bridge]
***Fear! Slip Into an Eternal Void…
Cold blood of venomous design…
Slowww!!!

[Middle Eight]
Buried. In lethargy behold.
Reptilian soul, drags you down to, the pits below.
Perpetual thoughts these hands, go numb you, can’t fight that rattling sound,
Lie inert, you go blind, losing sight, losing mind,
Crushing lungs, heart, curse them glazed dark eyes.
Stare. In dementia behold.
Gnawing inside of you, to breathe your last breath anew
Perpetual thoughts these hands, go numb you, can’t fight that rattling sound,
Lie inert, you go blind, losing sight, losing mind,
Crushing lungs, heart, curse them glazed dark eyes.

Engulf all sense. Spine dipped in shades of hell X4

One nerve, one cell, breaks the toughest.
Drugged, drained, helpless, this tale won’t end.
Track Name: Pit Mechanics
Erase…..

A new cause, was born from these recurring seeds of Dissonance.
A new age has drowned, lifting & buying your obsolete Desire..
A new language spoken, in a voice of anomalous, a new code of conduct.
Sealed with this vicious insolence of hate.. Raze!!!

Erase…( X3)

There is a, reign in anarchy, control in this chaos.. Freedom!
Duty in dysfunction, this gift of an extreme heredity..
Born of the sons of liberty, flying fists, these twisted broken limbs.
Fine art of urban combat, sport of adrenaline & anarchy, dance of hate!!!

[Middle Eight]
Raw! Rewired!! For the game of bloodshed.
We underdogs became the Overlords.. In sermon streets!
Raw! Rewired!! To decimate thee
We are legends of havoc, to annihilate.
To devour your false aid Reality!!!

[Bridge]
Obliterate X2

Erase…(X4)

This is who we are, this is what we do best.
Come put your faith, in our hate..
We engineer your malignant scars.
To fight our fate, with you, in our abyss.
In our Pit!...
Track Name: Ironclad
Maggot filled infestation & vermin ridden fallacy,
This ancient breed of parasites that infects us all.
Breaking these brittle bones of a rotting bureaucracy.
We see visions of fated extirpation & brutality.


[*]
This mutation,
It will.. It will cleanse...
Cleanse from within.

To arise anew,
As we.. As we shed...
We shed old skin.

This mutation,
It will.. It will cleanse...
Cleanse from within.

To arise anew,
To re.. To return...
Return Ironclad.


Know that there is no absolution for your filthy creed.
We speak a screed of a revolt, your lore is built on fraud & greed.
We reject your facts & false past, lift the veil of this failed constitution.
Iron of constraint is the answer, nothing more stronger & pure.

[Repeat *] X2

[Bridge]
Now we won't lay…Motionless,
And merely witness the lessons of your legacies.

[Middle Eight]
Pure… Iron... Clad...

You want us to breathe your carcinogenic air, & to consume..
This virulent contamination to enslave, those who oppose.
This oppression, no we won't desist, or merely subsist..
Your tyranny in the name of democracy, dogma of deceit.

No!
We resist!!
Faith in bigoted family of incumbency!!!
Track Name: Beyond Trendkill
It's wearing on my mind, I'm speaking all my doubts aloud
You rob a dead mans grave, then flaunt it like you did create.

If I hit bottom and everything's gone in the great Mississippi, please drown me and run.
It's digging time again, you're nurturing the weakest trend.

Those with the heart and the brain to get past this can spot a pathetic without even asking

Fuck your magazine, & fuck the long dead plastic scene.
Pierce a new hole, if Hell was "in" you'd give your soul.

THE GREAT SOUTHERN TRENDKILL!
That's right,
THE GREAT SOUTHERN TRENDKILL!!!

Buy it at a store, from MTV to on the floor
You look just like a star, it's proof you don't know who you are

If I hit bottom and everything's gone in the great Mississippi, please drown me and run.
It's bullshit time again, you'll save the world within your trend.

Those with the heart and the brain to get past this can spot a pathetic without even asking.

Politically relieved, you're product sold and well received
The right words spoken gold, if I was God you'd sell your soul to...

THE GREAT SOUTHERN TRENDKILL!
That's right,
THE GREAT SOUTHERN TRENDKILL!!!

There is nothing.
No education. No family life to open my arms to.
You'd say that my job is today, yet gone tomorrow. I'll be broke in a gutter.

I know the opinion. A broken record.
Fuck you and your college dream. Fact is we're stronger than all.

You're working for perfect bodies, perfect minds and perfect neighbors.
But I'm helping to legalize dope on your pristine streets and I'm making a fortune.

You're muscle and gall. Naive at best.
I'm bone, brain and cock. Deep down stronger than all.

A sad state of affairs. A crippled America.
A pipe dream buttfucked. Immune. Stronger than all.

A lament for a rookie officer, punk ass weak little lamb.
For the mob, truly, does rule at this particular time.

We've grown into a monster.
An arrogant, explosive motherfuck.
Hard as a rock. Shut like a lock.
Finally, the president in submission.
He holds out his hand on your television and draws back a stump.
It's too late for some, far too late.

No more hold backs. No more paying a cops paycheck.
Let him bust his own child.
The son that heeds my word and smokes my dope.
The daughter that sucks me off and snorts cheap anything.

Hail Kings.
The new Kings.
Stronger than all.

A simple process to legalize.
There would not be a choice but to take our side.
Be there no question of certain strengths.
Know this intention. Forever stronger than all.