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| Prong is a thrash metal/hardcore band with industrial and noise rock overtones and later, a groove metal band from New York City, New York, US, formed in 1986. Prong had two independent releases, Primitive Origins and Force Fed. The albums attracted the attention of Epic Records, which signed the trio in 1989. The group disbanded in 1997 after the Rude Awakening tour, but re-formed in 2003. A pioneer of the urban scene, Prong is fronted by Tommy Victor. Prong was founded in 1986 by singer/guitarist Tommy Victor (then a soundman at New York City’s renowned CBGB’s). With bassist Mike Kirkland (formely of NYHC band Damage and doorman at CBGB’s) and ex-Swans drummer Ted Parsons, Prong released two independent CDs that were noted ... more... | |||||||
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Banished from this world, and from its toil I can only watch, grieve and pity Stare at stupid likes, wonder at people's smiles Laugh at any call Call for unity Smashed by surprise falls, slashed by irrelevant scolds I can never heal: who can know bravery? Messages that make rage from those who think they're straight Participate in denial: Validate their luxuries Cos I'm bored So I left No reason for me to hang around this place I get more and more stress Nothing anyone can offer more or less Done grieving, closer to the end Done grieving, closer to the end Hail all that is vain, exhibiting no refrain Eventually condemned for things unholy Don't request a vote, no confidence to uphold Refusal to be a pawn, to your insecurity Selling another point, best thing to avoid Everything of this world becomes cruel and dirty Passion and desire; obsession of a style Capitalistic shrines of all vain glory Cos I'm bored So I left No reason for me to hang around this place I get more and more stress Nothing anyone can offer more or less Done grieving, closer to the end Done grieving, closer to the end Smashed by surprise falls, slashed by irrelevant scolds I can never heal: who can know bravery? Drinking away the pain, crying until it rains No reason to live or die with dignity Put myself to rest with the curse I've always been with A laughable life, mundane with drudgery Self inflicted wreck, thoughts continue inject My spirituality, keeping God away from me Banished from this world, banished from it's toil I can only watch, grieve and pity Stare at stupid likes, wonder at people's smiles Laugh at any call, the call for unity Cos I'm bored So I left No reason for me to hang around this place I get more and more stress Nothing anyone can offer more or less Done grieving, closer to the end Done grieving, closer to the end Done grieving, closer to the end Closer to the end Done grieving, closer to the end Feel like not breathing, How much more can I stand? How much more can I stand? Done grieving, how much more can I stand? How much more can I stand? Done grieving, closer to the end Closer to the end Closer to the end Closer to the end Back to Power Of The Damager lyrics |
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