ALL THAT IS, OCCUPIES NOW.

by STRICT VINCENT

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After three long years of recording, fucking around, & procrastinating, here it is, the debut, full length release from Strict Vincent, entitled:
ALL THAT IS, OCCUPIES NOW.

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released August 27, 2013

Recorded & Engineered by #Macgregor Chappell @ DAMP MATTRESS Studios from 2010 to 2013
Produced by #Macgregor Chappell & Strict Vincent
Mixed by Jason Fuller @ Goat Sound Studios
Mastered by Jack The Bear @ Deluxe Mastering
Copyright Strict Vincent 2013
All Rights Reserved 2013

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STRICT VINCENT Melbourne, Australia

Strict Vincent is a cult, led by a charismatic yet stern messiah known as Vincent.
Members of this cult are required to abandon the physical realm and dehumanise themselves.
Methods for the dehumanisation process include:
adopting the name of Vincent as there surname,
partaking in mind altering drug experimentation,
and communal living.
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Track Name: Burning Down Utopia
Burning Down Utopia -

Carve our way through desert baby!
Ancient scripture bow down to god,

Ancient scripture reads obscured but the message remains clear,
Paradise lies for those who dare the trek across the sea,

Possession of the empty spaces, my tribe,
Control the mind of beast and serpent like the moon the tide,
Upon the sand the blood of ancients crimson like the sky,
We run the heathens through, this twilight we fight,
Destined to rule the empty spaces, my tribe,

Boats they swarm the ocean, as we sail across the sea, we bridge this great divide, eternity.

Concubine mother, planetary father,
Eclipsed by another, all hail king,

The king of the sun, atop a hill he scans his holy land.

“gather as many men as you can well build a tower the spirals to the sky’s.“

Find a way, freedom enslaved,
Resistance urge, rebels converge.

Ancient scripture reads obscured but the message remains clear,
Paradise lies for those who dare the trek across the sea,
Possession of the empty spaces, my tribe,
Control the mind of beast and serpent like the moon the tide,
Upon the sand the blood of ancients crimson like the sky,
We run the heathens through, this twilight we fight,
Destined to rule the empty spaces, my tribe,

All come down,
Send the armies all across this land
I'll burn your utopia to the sand.
Track Name: The Charlie Uniform November Tango
The Charlie Uniform November Tango

Well go fuck yourself,
today is the day I redeem myself,
yeah to myself,
my validity lies in no one else.

Universal individuality,
you're all the same in a relative way.
Follow so close yet deny the paradigm,
the universal pulse which everything in life,
does bind.

Alright!
Stop right there,
your point of view,
romanticised,
and unity,
utopian,
deny the facts,
it's us and them.

"Today a young man on acid realised that all matter,
is merely energy condensed to a slow,
vibration,
that we are all one consciousness experiencing itself subjectively,
there is no such thing as death,
life is only a dream,
and we are,
the imagination,
of ourselves." - William Melvin "Bill" Hicks
Track Name: Urine Blonde
Urine Blonde -

Beneath the sands of time,
Is where I bury my eyes,
We sleep denounced, forgotten,
Place our hands to the skies,
And rise,

Rotten seed flowers,
Hatred devours,

The fashion has replaced the very essence, of your soul,
They put the gun to your head,
But you pulled the trigger man,

Something that I’ve never ever had,
Are you my friend,
Something that I’ve never ever had,
Are you my friend,

Deadly dream with eyes wide open,

Something that I’ve never ever had,
Are you my friend,

Brush the hair now drenched with affection,
Your eyes could never hide your intention,

I hate my generation, their jaded eyes,
Their degradation, is the getaway,

I’ve got a thing, a condition,
It infects the soul,
I’m stepping out,
Where no men, dare to go,

Possession of your soul,
Complete control,
Of your total soul,

You’ve got a look like you’ve got something to say, don’t talk to me when I put you down,
You’ve got a look like you’ve got something to say, don’t talk to me when I put you down,

Father, voyeur, soul destroyer.

Kiss, make-up
Broke her daddies trust,
Smeared make up,
Won't wake up,
Kiss, make-up
Broke daddies trust,
Smeared make up,
Won't wake up,
She won't wake up.
Track Name: Ted Bundy Part 1: Bruise The Fruits Of The Flesh
Ted Bundy Part 1: Bruise The Fruits Of The Flesh -

I'm alone, I walk on down that road,
I try and try so hard to stop these urges, I see your face and I'm gone,

something inside, it snaps and I know that I want it,
I'll hunt you down and when I get you I will kill you,
something inside, it snaps and I know that I want it,
I'll hunt you down and when I get you I will kill you,

Ted Ted Ted, Bundy,
Ted Ted Ted, Bundy,
Ted Ted Ted, Bundy,
He's the coed killer,
Ted Ted Ted, Bundy,
I strangled the bitch.

I don't know, but I've been told,
there ain't no fuckin' heaven or no hell if you've got no soul,
senses ablaze, its all around its light, smell and sound,
a predator sits beside the dance floor, he's got his eyes on you,
there's nothing that you can ever do,
the fog clears to shaking rears, they'll set the stage alight,
oh come on mama take my hand for this dance, if you don't I'll follow you home,

follow you home, I have done It before,
follow you home, it ain’t a fuckin' game!
Again and again and again, I try so hard to stop these urges.

Urges.

Follow you home, it ain’t a fuckin' game!
Again and again and again, I try so hard to stop these urges.

Urges.

Ted Ted Ted, Bundy,
Ted Ted Ted, Bundy,
Ted Ted Ted, Bundy,
Ted Ted Ted, Bundy.

Hands to the wheel just a laughin' and cryin',
ain’t satisfied 'til I got someone dyin'.

I gotta relax I'm wound up inside, groin is tingling,
need satisfaction, bruise the fruits of the flesh,

prevent suicide, commit homicide, side by side,
behind a parked car I’m waiting.
Track Name: Ted Bundy Part 2: The Coed Killer
Ted Bundy Part 2: The Coed Killer -

On the surface, I seem harmless,
got a wife and a kid and I think I love them.

Oh yeah, tie you up to the bed,
by the end of tonight you’ll know love,

So it seems, I'm a monster,
ruin dreams, (with a) coeds cracked skull,

I rush a dorm and abduct a girl in a frenzied lust for blood,
in the woods I make her cry as I watch her slowly die.

They're paying for my, lack of self esteem, lust for violence, crude pornography.

Don't cross me cause I'm out for blood,
don't cross me cause I'm out for blood.

Insane its not for me to decide, along this dreaded path I ride, use my charm to lure you in and have my way cause I'm out for blood.

Walks along the road, hitching for a ride.

I am just riding, cruising for a bruising,
your pretty face there baby has really got me swoonin',

I pull over open my door, and say hop on, in,
she falls limp her necks broken.

Keep on moving, keep them clueless, state by state, they’ll never know.

Keep on killing, the dead are always willing,

murder rampage blood-lust, fuck-rage, keep that lovin' coming god these feelings are, strong.

I pretend, I’m a cop, take a girl in to custody,
drive along, I get a feeling, my jig is up.

She tries to fight me off so she bites and scratches me,
she breaks away and then escapes, “oh no!”

Come undone,
how the hell, can I be so fucking careless, I let her get away,

want to stop but I cant when I get the urge,

now I'm back its the cheerleaders turn,
for that young flesh I burn,
she’s young but she turns me on,
18 and deceased.

It's Christmas eve a time for family,
I'm out too far from Jesus,
pints off blood fruits from the loin
I reign this holy night.

I’m drivin round smoking a joint,
then the cops follow,
pull me up get me out,
and they slap on the cuffs.

Right.

I’m god,
I'm devil,
I'm man,
I'm your father,
your son,
husband.
Track Name: Ted Bundy Part 3: Ungodly Legacy
Ted Bundy part 3: Ungodly Legacy -

Part of me, I cant hide,
My futures defined by tomorrows headlines,
The Real me, Is slowly fading,
All that's left, is the endless face of misery,
haunting my dreams makes me tear at the seams,

50 or maybe more, I'm not keeping score, Hard to come to grips, is this who I am?
conflicting notions in my head, atop the trail of the dead,
seeds I’ve sewn,
an animal in the world of man, what I am.

Ungodly Legacy,
Blood drenched chapters through the annals of time,

I'll lead a young girl to her demise,
Doubled over, caked in blood, swarming with flies.

Can't believe that I would rape,
someone’s future I would take,
Cut them down in there prime,
mothers cry, Manic episode come alive in the night.

I say my name, say it again, I've been practicing my act in front of the mirror,
I've got it down, you'll think I'm warm, but I'm really the co-ed killer,
red like a rose, runs from your wounds and stains your clothes,
I lose myself, the adrenaline overwhelms,

now and then, I feel the turning of emotional tide, internal werewolf,
Full moon rise, But now the tables have turned, on me I Can see no light glistening of the wolves eyes,

out in the streets sado-sex creep, not for love but blood-lust, baby!
On in the night, don't try to fight he'll have his way then he'll cut you up.

Let me, I'll show you the right way. Hold still, I'll choke you then you'll know it.
(He's taking over this town)

I spill my seed post coital grief,
feels just like wolves closing in,
I try to look for escape means,
but all I see are burning Bridges,
I'm traveling the wrong way.

masturbating she’s not breathing,
so policeman has to see me,
Handcuffs on me, stow me away for eternity,

Bound by these shackles stowed away for an age,
Inmate Murder, Freed from his cage,
Hell's bells toll the afterlife, you're only young but your gonna die,
I'm gonna get ya, Satan get, I'll tie you up then I'll wreck ya.
(God damn)

Ted, Ted, Ted Bundy,
Ted, Ted, Ted Bundy,
Ted, Ted, Ted Bundy,
Ted, Ted, Ted Bundy.
Track Name: Beaten 'til Climax
Beaten 'til Climax -

Sit in his office cubical, reaching the apex of mediocrity,
wired on caffeine all day, tonight I’m gonna make a change,
reciting the lines of some porn stars jive,

In skin and bone, I’m not alone but in my mind I'm closed off,
wont you please just let me out,
I've got an itch, a sexual twitch, in the night hours you'll find me,
fucking, sucking, A-T-M.

Professionals with financial distractions are finding novel ways,
of getting satisfaction, beat a prostitute to the floor,
Damn near makes me bust a ball,
Catholic girls of Italian extraction are smoking cigarettes
and getting action, in the car park of a shopping centre,
Bet you thought you had it all,

that spot right there, oh yeah, mmm mmm.
Come on baby make it hurt so good,
ah ow, honey, c'mon let that fucking golden shower rip bitch.

tie me up, tie me up,
Cut me, bleed, & set me, free,
girlie’s comin just for fun, get it on,
Them girls they come to get it on, get it on,

And I quite like, you to tie me up,
and get an Asian school girl, to kick me in the fucking nuts,
It is my thing, to insert the pins between the balls and rectum,
fucking makes me cum on spot,

Cum on spot, cum on spot, cum on spot, he’s a good dog.

Satisfaction, Suffocation,

I'm so tired but I want to cum again,
I'm masturbating over your epitaph,

Spread the arse cheeks, of the deceased,
as I, inject my, HIV,

It's twisting turning and it's burning in my mind,
I've gone so much further,
only thing that can satisfy me, is the cold and rotten flesh.

Spread the arse cheeks, of the deceased,
as I, inject my, HIV.
Track Name: Sheep Dressed As Wolves
Sheep Dressed As Wolves -

Within the herd,
we can stay warm and eat,
shelter from the beasts,
sheep dressed as wolves,
I don't have a say,
or any role to play,
wanna bite the hand that feeds,
sheep dressed as wolves.

Individuality is just a notion of the past,
those who stray outside the pack are never gonna last.

Class war fathers,
doomed and sons poor.

Too depressed to achieve ascension.

I'll make my own philosophy,
yet deny my own doctrine,
animals have greater needs,
a human being for all to see.
Their grip tightens so you tighten up your belt,
you're promised liberation,
you receive hell.

Misinformation,
is implanted in your,
brain,
blinded by stimuli,
as you step into their,
snare,
pilot-fish in a world,
that's infested by,
sharks.

I guess we'll never ever know,
I guess we'll never ever know,
I guess we'll never ever know,
I guess we'll never ever know,

How it feels, to hunt roaming free,
apex predator, carves his own, destiny,
independence, cannot be achieved,
we feel like wolves,
but really,
we're,
just,
sheep.
Track Name: Tinitus/Laryngitus
Tinnitus/Laryngitis -

You people are making me nervous, I don't quite know what to say,
When the noise falls silent, the numbing pitch continues, hums,

the more I open my mouth the less it seems you can hear,
I let you borrow some time but you wont lend me you ear,
a strange hornlike device temps the old man to hear,
but what they say in the world leaves him speechless (with fear),

the frequency will never reach you deaf dumb,

My life seems sonic now, a syncopated, bio-rhythmic, primal scream,

Right.

Listening,
full of shit still cant hear,
Like the new modern twist on regurgitated ideas,
it sounded great at the start but no ones listening,
I see the hardcore poseur forgot the struggle and the streets,
The think they make the scene but the faggot's, Full of shit still can't hear,
Hack, hack, hack you’re all fucking hacks, bend for me,
hard core queen hide in your fucking scene isolate me,
resonate,
I see the grind-core poser in the toilet sucking a dick,
they think they're hip to what’s now but no-ones listening,
I know its hard to believe and maybe I’m not right
but it seems they're growing deaf there hearts are filled with lies,
full of shit still can't hear me.