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Yoav Ruiz-Feingold - Vocals
Matias Bahamondes - Guitars
Guillermo Rocha - Bass
Agustin Lobo - Drums

Pancho Arenas - Producer, Engineer, Mixer
Flemming Rasmussen - Mastering Engineer
Ignacio Portales - Assistant Engineer
Hernán Silva - Assistant Engineer
Anthony Medaglia - Vocal Recording Engineer
Paolo Girardi - Artwork

Recorded at Estudio del Sur, Maria Pinto, Chile
Recorded at Estudio Pancho Arenas, Talca, Chile
Recorded at Sonic Titan Studios, Massachusetts, USA
Recorded at Orange Studio, Santiago, Chile
Mastered at Sweet Silence Studios, Copenhagen, Denmark

Genre: Metal, Death Metal, Progressive Thrash, Thrash Metal.
Language: English
Released on 07-23-2021

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Lyrics:

Three shots in the back. The killer white, in blue, the young victim black
The fucking pig was acquitted, what kind of god could justify that?
And fifty dead in the mosques, a different way but to the same god they pray
The perpetrator was sick, white-power politicians pull the same trick
There’s too many tragedies to mourn, and when they pass, what am I supposed to do?

And where the fuck is god in these times? There is no law, they get away with these crimes
These awful things happen to those who deserve better and nobody cares
What am I supposed to do in these times? I know the problem, but a way I can’t find
Upset with myself for not knowing how to respond to these agonies
There’s too many tragedies to mourn, what can I do but shut myself in?

I’m not absolved, there’s too much hate
This toxin must evaporate
There’s too many tragedies to mourn, am I complicit? Am I selfish? What am I supposed to do?

Where the fuck is god while they pray? Fake benevolent groups profit from this day
Espousing kindness, turn their backs on all other plight and nobody knows
What am I supposed to do, think, or say? I have no answers; I stay out of the way
Beside myself for what seems like an eternity while I melt away
There’s too many tragedies to mourn, what can I do but shut myself in?

I’m not absolved, there’s too much hate
This toxin must evaporate
There’s too many tragedies to mourn, this world is filled with toxin

I’m not absolved, there’s too much hate
This toxin must evaporate
There’s too many tragedies to mourn, am I complicit? Am I selfish? What am I supposed to do?

Toxin; what am I supposed to do?