Too Little, Too Late.

by Paul Mauled & The Exstatics

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released November 20, 2013

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Paul Mauled New Jersey

I've been around since 2003. I learned guitar in 2004. I started the Bad Whoremoans in 2005. I joined the Undead on bass in 2006. In 2012 I changed my name from Paul of the Living Dead to Paul Mauled. I'm less creepy now.

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Track Name: Unhappy (You're Fucked Up, I'm Entertained)
Your perverted portrait
Of happily ever after
It’s a recipe
For your time bomb disaster

Round time ticking down
TKO for this round
Suckered from the start
Pack a suitcase with your heart

If you’re unhappy walk away
Why stick around depraved?
Make a choice and make a change

You always say it with the way
You call me up each day
You’re fucked up I’m entertained

Lose faith in everything tonight
Until tomorrow comes
Am I your enemy?
Am I your only one?

Forgetting everything you know
And shove it back inside
Am I your enemy?
Or your liberating ride

If you’re unhappy walk away
Why stick around depraved?
Make a choice and make a change

You always say it with the way
You call me up each day
You’re fucked up I’m entertained
Track Name: All Aboard
No intention for tonight
Contention for the day
Mere mentions come to life
I'll do whatever walks my way

What it must be like
To be a fly on the way
Two wrongs can make a night
But only one can take the fall

What are we gonna do?
I'm down for whatever
This trains leaving soon
Hey its now or never

Shit or get off the pot
I'm high as hell I'd rather not
All aboard get on
Or jump in front of it

Cigarettes and drive around
Never leave this town
Pour gas flick it out
And burn this mother fucker down

Bruised knees and shopping sprees
Overheat at 99 degrees
Burned like no time before
By all the ones whom I adored

What are we gonna do?
I'm down for whatever
This trains leaving soon
Hey its now or never

Shit or get off the pot
I'm high as hell I'd rather not
All aboard get on
Or jump in front of it
Track Name: Are You Crazy?
I got a ball and chain
She won't let me say your name
These jealous girls are all the same

Are you
Crazy like them
You're hot
I'm on defense
Am I more than just your game to play

Wrecking ball
With no direction
Taste the sum
Your rejection

Caress a darker state of mind

Brick wall of
Of manipulation
With a pinch of
Devastation

Embrace the ugliness you find

Blank stares and strange convictions
Morph into hate from fiction
These jealous girls are all the same

In packs
Stare and whisper
Paint an
Ugly picture
While they stab each other's backs

Wrecking ball
With no direction
Taste the sum of
Your rejection

Caress a darker state of mind

Brick wall of
Of manipulation
With a pinch of
Devastation

Embrace the ugliness you find inside

Are you crazy?
Are you crazy?
Are you crazy?
Track Name: Just For Fun
CAPTIVE OR CAPTIVED
INDIFFERENT OR ELATED
I'VE GOT A FEW SUSPICIONS

FORGET YOUR LOSS OR GAIN
NUMBERS ARE ALL IN VAIN
FROM YOUR CRUDE DEPICTION

WHO GIVES A FUCK IT'S JUST FOR FUN
I LOVE YOUR THREATS TO KILL SOMEONE

UNCOMPROMISNG VISION
MIND LUSTS FOR NEW INCISIONS
YOU'RE SHARPENING THE BLADE

WAITING TO MAKE A MOVE
SOME FOLKS WERE BORN TO LOSE
SO LET THE GAMES BE PLAYED

WHO GIVES A FUCK IT'S JUST FOR FUN
I LOVE YOUR THREATS TO KILL SOMEONE
Track Name: Watch The World Burn
it's almost over baby
don't be afraid to look away
its okay

doomsday is coming maybe
it's not as wicked as it seems
in my dreams

black clouds are forming in the atmosphere
it seems tonight, we're due to die my dear

we should sit in lawn chairs and watch the world.....

BURN

solar flares, plate tectonics
i cant see to your eyes
through the lies

full of rage and it's monophonic
i scream it breaks through
i wanna talk to you

black clouds are forming in the atmosphere
it seems tonight, we're due to die my dear

we should sit in lawn chairs and watch the world.....

BURN
Track Name: Imposition
Your thoughts are not your own
We'll never be alone
It's the hive-mind
We feel the same thing

Visions of wicked wishes
Vile but so delicious
In our hive-mind
I feel what you think

That ringing in your ears
Third eye widened in fear
Set your dial for the last transmission

Buzzing in your brain
Our frequencies the same
This ain't no superstition
It's our imposition

Dead static radio
White noise in stereo
It's the broadcast
When everything's smashed

Visions of broken glass
Hell fire raining ash
It's our deathmatch
Its my last laugh

That ringing in your ears
Third eye widened with fear
Set your dial for the last transmission

Buzzing in your brain
Our frequencies the same
This ain't no superstition
It's our imposition
Track Name: Definition of Insanity
my foreign policy
is a lack of empathy
i don't need your issues
I've got some of my own

the definition of insanity
is repetition of the same thing
and it drives you crazy
over and over

i do just fine myself
i dont need anybody
it's too fucked up with someone else
someone ends up bloody

im more productive
with no entourage
i don't need the headache
your tenure's, a mistake

i hope you're living well
in mediocrity
your clueless effigy
burning and burning


i do just fine myself
i dont need anybody
it's too fucked up with someone else
someone ends up bloody
Track Name: Glass Lips
glass lips to mine
works almost every time
stink eye from you
who refuse to see the truth

why should it cause a problem
if I don't harm anyone
light it up and have some fun

the choice is yours
to partake, or deplore
yeah, it's taboo
but they'll make it legal soon

why should it cause a problem
if I don't harm anyone
light it up and have some fun