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Taken from the BALANCE OF TERROR release titled "Addicted to Any Kind of Rot" on Transcending Obscurity Records
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Lyrics: Unethical Steroid Abuse
Spending their time at the gym
Training so hard for such few results
Hopelessly waiting for visible veins to show up
Depressed by their lack of shreds
Their rage rises up whenever they look at themselves in the mirror
Never pleased with their progress
Their expectations keep getting harder
Like in a vicious circle with endless goals
You'll never reach it
Feeling useless and disgusting, thinking about a way to get more
Beyond all that's been done before
Pushing the limits of human body, inconceivable level
Ignoring the side effects
Lifting, pulling, squatting, as much as they can
Sweating, struggling, straining
Their only satisfaction is the muscle soreness they feel the days after
Their whole bodies aching
Benchpress, squat, deadlift, getting sturdier everyday
Injecting their doses, stretching their skin
Working out harder than ever, on the verge of fainting
Defying the laws of nature, despite the pain
Turning into sci-fi creatures and proud of it
Bigger, stronger, obsessed with their bodies
Finally reaching a whole new stage
Shredded, swollen, bloated, filled with, steroids
Finally reaching a whole new stage
Lifting, pulling, squatting, as much as they can
Sweating, struggling, straining
Their only satisfaction is to feel the pain
Their lust for gains has no limit
Abusing anabolics, their blood infected, ready to die young
Raising their blood pressure, clogging their arteries
Threatening their lives
Plunging into a state of mania
From which there's no possible coming back
Never admitting the truth
Endlessly looking for perfection
Turning into evil unstoppable mutants
Their primary goal beyond our conception
Deformed beings with impure blood
Constantly feeding, craving for perfection
Lust for the abnormal, all human features erased