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Messenger of Death

by HOSTAGES

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1.
God has abandoned us He left Chicago to die You mother fucker To die Where is god We have killed him We killed him in Chicago
2.
Rot 04:05
In the land of milk and honey Turned to vinegar and piss Give me the fucking button I’ll turn this world to glass I’m fucking tired of it Hostages 312 Chicago, Illinois This is our city Set it off Eat the fucking gun The more I want it to stop The more it turns to shit The more I beg and plead Shows me god doesn’t exist On this fucking rock Spinning towards the end I’m tilting the bottle To the very end Gun them all down Til’ the daylight Gun them all down ‘Til the sunrise In the land of milk and honey Turned to vinegar and piss This is what the bottom looks like I couldn’t tell I haven’t fucking felt anything else I’m tired of the same old bullshit Crack it back and make that wig split Talk and talk let’s make that neck slit Don’t give a fuck ‘cuz I’m jumpin’ off the fifth I will lay here On my death bed Cock it fucking back ‘Til you’re all dead Punk bitch ‘Til you’re all dead I won’t sleep at night ‘Til you’re all dead I won’t sleep at night ‘Til you’re all dead I won’t sleep at night ‘TIL you’re all dead I see everything around me The walls are closing and I’m afraid to peak my head out To fucking see what’s next Just send me home Send me home in a fucking body bag This plagued earth filled to the brim with shit Stop the spin of the axis and let it fucking swim No loss No love No home No more
3.
Dystopian nightmare Fictions in fables coming to life Division floating farther and farther Holy fuck I just want to die Want to die I can see the rope I can see their neck stretched thin I can see the buzzards floating Preaching death with every breath They are stalking and hunting the weak The flesh is peeled from the bone What will you do When there’s no place called home What will you do Hide your face From the world Don’t let them see How much it fucking burns Hide your face From the world Don’t let them see How much it burns How much it fucking burns I just wanna die Hide your face From the world Don’t let them see How much it fucking burns Hide your face from the world Don’t let them see how much it burns Fuck You can’t take it from me I’ll paint the ceiling red Oh I just wanted peace Well now everyone’s fucking dead
4.
Martyr 03:29
I have welcomed my fate Red walls and an empty case Block turned into a firing range Hold on as long as you can This world has changed hands Get it back as hard as you can I hear the sirens coming I taste the lead in the air I’ve made my decision To gun down on site Fall to your knees and beg Can’t miss at this close range Bloodshed splattered on my face I’ll soak it up with pride on my face Back the blue What a fucking joke You took the job to have your ego stroked You let shit happen Bury your head in the sand You’re a power-hungry pussy with a gun in your hand Bitch Who gives a fuck if they live or die No one will ask the questions No one will bat an eye You’re all class traitors So this time you’ll see No one gives a fuck about the CPD No one gives a fuck No one gives a fuck No one gives a fuck about the CPD You feed and feed the machine Taxes go to cleaning up the streets You take people from their family You sick fuck Their life is lost They ain’t coming back They ain’t coming back Dead They ain’t coming back They ain’t coming back Fuck ‘em
5.
Deceiver 04:46
Would you sit and sulk if they murdered your children Or would you grab your shotgun and load your pocket Why do we have to tuck our tails When it’s someone with a badge A flag pin Or someone is set free What happened to the mobs in the street What happened to the stab wounds in the back Bring back vigilante justice We the fucking people Of the extorted and abused Fuck toys by the powers above It makes me sick to my stomach Why the fuck is there not more unmarked graves For the motherfuckers taking advantage One day our time will come Our time will come Tiocfaidh ár lá you mother fucker You can try to stop the inevitable But can you stop the swarm Can you stop what’s coming When it’s time for death You motherfuckers don’t know what you’ve done You won’t face god you’ll face my gun But you’ll see god down the barrel pussy How much more do I have to take Before you’re not ever awake When the time comes I’ll pray for death What will you do You fucking punk bitch
6.
Wraith 03:28
Whoa shit What’s up you fucking mother fuckers You think you can bring that shit in the fucking scene Snakes in the grass Chop ‘em at the head Leave ‘em quivering ‘Til they’re fucking dead Who the fuck you think you are Who the fuck you think you are Mother fucker Think before you speak The nonsense is overwhelming You make me fucking sick I want to plunge the knife harder I’m over your bigot mouth I’ll slice until you can’t speak You won’t shut me up Try it Try it Try it I bet you won’t Try it Try it Try it You fucking coward Arm the trans Fight the foes Fuck ‘em all We’ll dig the holes One by one Hand in hand No matter what That’s where we stand Did you all forget what this is about Where the outcasts are always allowed Where the oppressors are not allowed to speak You poser fucks get out of the scene I’ll die on this hill but I won’t die alone The amount of slurs you say will match the fucking holes Stab a fucking bigot Who gives a fuck what they feel Cold steel What a feel When I hear them squeal Back ‘em into a corner and gun them down on site Watch them cry Watch them cower as I end their life You mother fucker Toxic chains are meant to be broken Family and friends turn to enemies quick Get the fuck out Yeah I’ma talk a little shit Get the fuck up in your face Check me bitch I’ma spray and pray You think you’re the apex You’re just the fucking prey Never hide Never hide Never hide Take their life Take their life Take their fucking life Never hide Never hide Never hide Take their life Take their life Take their fucking life Take their fucking lives
7.
When fists are in the air It smells like victory Another pig in a grave That’s a night of sleep A violent victory Jamo for the boys Piss for the rest to drink To hell with them To the bottom they’ll sink Systematic racism Make it extinct Start the revolutions All the wrong to undo Got a problem with me I got a problem with you Fuck all this propaganda You all just buy the vote Shove this fucking pistol Down your goddamn throat .556 grab the crucifix And pray to your fucking god So what do you do When they come for you What happens when you’re cornered And knives pressed against your skin Do you say no Or do you give in Stand your ground Show me the height of your pound Don’t threaten me bitch Fuck with me And you’ll get hit Without a trace Without a fucking face Time to shine Time to shine Put up a fucking fight Now is your time Now is your fucking time Put up a fucking fight Put up a fucking fight Slide it in You’ll turn your back to the highest bidder They just call it The American fucking way Betray the class Wage all the wars Anything to give you fucking more Yo this Chicago mother fucker With your bitch ass Goof ass Face ass mother fuckers You already know what the fuck we do Yo let’s go Empty this shit You mark ass trick When the people come together against tyranny There’s no substitutions Load it Rack it and fucking shoot We cannot lose this fight Stand up and fight Don’t let them sleep at night Stand up and fight Cock it back and hold it tight Chicago over everything

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released October 31, 2022

Hostages on this recording:

Brandon - Bass
Brent - Guitar
Eric - Drums
Tyler - Vocals

Luke Gray "The Killer" - guest vocals on No Mercy
Adilene Gonzalez - guest vocals on The Violent Few

Recorded at Studio Agnostic by Eric Lichtenberg
Released and distributed by Don't Panic Records & Distro

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HOSTAGES Chicago, Illinois

Formed in the city of broad shoulders. This four piece brings back the nostalgia of the early - mid 2000's Chicago hardcore sound.

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