NORTHERN WHORE EP

by Foreboder

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released October 26, 2016

Niall Skinner - Guitars, vocals, lyrics, drum programming
Liam Mallinson - Bass, art

Recorded, mixed and mastered by Niall Skinner

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Foreboder Selby, UK

We're Foreboder, a 4 piece metal band incorporating sounds of sludge, black metal, doom and death metal to create something heavy, noisy and dark, with some hints of melody dotted around. Cheers for checking us out!

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Track Name: ADDICT
just one more hit
to clear my mind
I promise i'll quit
I'll quit next time

same shit
different day
but at least
these pills
take the pain away

addict
was it worth the wait?
addict
you're not worth your weight
in shit

it started small
[AND I'M NOT SURE]
fourteen years old
[HOW MUCH MY BODY CAN TAKE]
I tried a pill
[BUT THIS FILTHY HABIT]
my friend was sold
[WON'T SEEM TO BREAK]
and from that day
[AND WHEN THEY FIND MY CORPSE]
from there on out
[TELL MUM AND DAD]
the newest high
[THAT I'VE FUCKING TRIED]
I couldn't live without
[I REALLY HAVE]
Track Name: NORTHERN WHORE
she's standing out
out in the rain
waiting for some
shady man again
she looks at me
with blackened eyes
there is no light
that lives inside

I walk closer
she looks at me
I see her pleading
desperately
in silence she speaks
with her gaze
she begs for me
to take her away

her heart still beats
but only just
with her life in ruin
her spirit crushed

her mind still works
but only just
her only escapes
are sex and drugs

she knows no other life
this cycle of sex and pain and strife
she begs to be a stranger's plaything
just so she can feel fucking something

she surrenders herself
to being fucked then shunted
just so she can feel for a second
like she's fucking wanted
she knows that it's futile
that it'll never be enough
but for an hour or two
she can pretend that she's loved

With marks on her neck,
From where she's been choked,
She whimpers through,
A cloud of smoke.
Her eyes are dead,
Her throat is hoarse,
There is no other life,
For Northern whores.