A Slave In All But Name

from by Plagueship



John Richardson - Intensely depressing lyrics and unnecessary numbers of strings
Jonathan Byrne - screaming, growling, whispering in a scary fashion
Adam Parkin - Conga lines
Stephen Wilkinson - Terrible/amazing puns


A Slave In All But Name

Grinding away, everyday,
Between birth and death
Squandering each second
Until your final breath

Trapped in a cycle
Of the innocuous and inane
Shielded from the truth
Numbed in the brain

There's a row upon row,
Of grave after grave,
the long forgotten tombs,
of just another slave,

Work till you expire
your humanity debased,
another name, another epitaph
A life to waste

Media's manipulation
Points a finger of blame
Distracts you from the reality
You're a slave in all but name

Somewhere locked
In the back of your brain
Lies a beast behind bars
Slowly going insane

It's an inkling, a feeling,
"There has to be more"
But you suppress it, ignore it,
Continue as before.

An inkling. A feeling.
That something is wrong.
Your life is a lie,
yet you just carry on.

John Richardson/Plagueship ©


from Shrykull, released September 22, 2016



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Plagueship Leeds, UK

Progressive/Extreme Metal
Messing with guitars in bedrooms around Leeds est 2012

Heavy as a cruise ship; catchy as the plague.

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