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Potato Hate Explosion Bowling Green, Missouri

Potato Hate Explosion is an electrogrind/experimental project started in late 2012.

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Track Name: Turn Up & Do What Thou Will
Find your hive of happiness and shake it up

Line your fucks all up in a row
Pump a liter of lead into every last one
Criticism only weighs as much as an unloaded gun

A pint of coffee laced with speed
You can breach the limits you struggle to reach
Haters don't exist, there are only motivators
Imaginary bastards hold no authority
The screams of the past
Become more muffled by the day
The signs inside that say 'don't even try'
Are just begging to be disobeyed

Lay the smackdown on hesitation
Make every moment a celebration
Refuse to respond, make this planet your bitch
Live like a river and choke out the trigger

Remember that any day could be the last day
So make this day the best day
Find your hive of happiness and shake it up

It's okay to let your demons out to play
They'll drown in the sea of sound
Emanating from your brand new heart
Life is a chance, not a race, not a test
It does the body good to give the guiding arrow a rest

Lay the smackdown on hesitation
Make every moment a celebration
Refuse to respond, make this planet your bitch
Live like a river and choke out the trigger

Line your fucks all up in a row
Pump a liter of lead into every last one
Criticism only weighs as much as an unloaded gun
Track Name: Emu Season
Head up, arms out, I'm taking back my blood
I foresee a total sweep, game set and match
You're fucking finished
One more time for good measure
Half past sick of waiting around
I've got better shit to do than lie here and drown
I'm draining the lake, leaving you high and dry
For once I'm the one with no time for your shit

Nowadays I walk right by the worst of the woods
Return the threats and curses with a smirk
I can stomach the whole dictionary
But fading's absent from my vocabulary
Now you'll feel just how much a cold shoulder can burn

No interest in derivatives
This is a no leech zone
Doubt, fear and depression
You cannot reply to this conversation
Victory lap around your corpse

POSI JUMP!!!
Track Name: Evil In a Can
Allergic to inspiration
There's a horde of boring dressed in black
No thoughts, only played-out actions
Each one the spitting image of the last
Purveyors of cliché
Rehearsed and painfully practiced
Not an ounce of self-awareness
But full of piss begging to be extracted

Misery is a trend
We've got all the dirt on the end
We're living the dream and it fucking sucks

When wicked becomes the norm
Mediocrity rolls up in a windbreaker
I'll crack open some malevolence
And buy a few boxes of half-off hatred
Violence is in vogue
Ignore the white picket fence, there is no hope
Being jaded is the badge of the brave
Plagues of emulators come in sludge-blotted waves

Genericore bands
Suck my ass

Rainbow glitter suffocating everything
Hey, life ain't all that bad
Track Name: Flying Son of a Nailgun
Electric coursing up my legs

Tonight the natives are restless
And huts are glowing like lanterns
There's a feeling sweeping through the homeland
Blessed be the potato enchanter
Storm the gates, it's a shindig on stilts
The juice of your veins is my warpaint of choice
The party plant can never wilt

Watch the circle of jewels fluxuate
And blossom into a full spectrum
Cut the string

I'll party with Jesus and Satan
In the middle of Buddha's basement
As soon as the check bounces I'll be up and on my way
Electric coursing up my legs
Putting my face to the floor in Tuscany
The way you're raised doesn't always stick around to stay
The way you're raised doesn't always stick around to stay
Putting my face to the floor in Tuscany
Putting my face to the floor in Tuscany

I've got the heart of a sailor
And the mouth of a fucking sailor

Watch the circle of jewels fluxuate
And blossom into a full spectrum
Track Name: Didn't Even Die
Home is where the artist
Find out what the hardest
Part of heaving a heart is

You were a parade of ghosts
All of them as lost and insatiable as the last
The flags they carried bore the red cross
Each one was set ablaze as they stampeded
Through my chest

Silence can split the most weathered ears
Once opened, these arms have an expiration date
When you lose your heart on planet X
I won't be the one to chase the bait
An award-winning performance
A toast to the liar, the bitch and the warzone
I tore off an infected shadow
Now it's sucking out your soul
I put the kibosh on the hoo-hah
You went and ripped it right off
But the power is back in my hands
The stars burnt out above the source of my worst adversity
But then you and me said 'fuck these bodies'
The tethers got tangled, now you're at my mercy
And the sharks are thirsty

I made peace with the dirt you left me in
I could be anywhere behind the dust that you kicked up
But a break in the sun can redeem anything
Track Name: Diet World
Crash the party, kill the music
Turn the raucous howls into groans
Fed up, cruel kids
So jaded, wasting sunlight
It's hard to get anywhere when your horse is tripping balls

If we could see ourselves from the stars
We'd inherit all of our enemies' scars

As hard as it is
Love those who hate those who hate to hate
By all means be fucking angry
But know it makes better fuel than ammunition
Point the cannons in the right direction
When fixing the flaws in the human condition
Two wrongs don't make a right
A left and a right don't have to stay on opposing sides
The picture is warped, the paint is red and it's on the floor
Meeting in the middle doesn't have to mean war

You can't put out a fire with a lighter

By all means be fucking angry
But know it makes better fuel than ammunition
Point the cannons in the right direction
When fixing the flaws in the human condition
Track Name: Chemical King
We last saw our hero headed off to restock on napalm grenades
The eyes behind these shades break hearts and melt legs

I'm wandering around a school of dead children

I'll look the long nights right in the eyes
Scream out a demon, throw the guns in the sky
Consider all gauntlets thrown, the fuckdump blown
Take the hacksaw to the roots when they become overgrown
I'll promise you death wears a backpack
Spit the fuel in the tank, drop a match on the map
Trailblazer, whipping around the chains of travel
The lasso wrapped around my leg is burning to unravel

The wheels are long gone
But we're still raising more hell
Than a full time preacher, part time parent
It's popping, all-out, no shells withheld

Black smoke is billowing from the chute
This is the national anthem before the final gore
Exhausted and begging for more
World destruction tour
Walk, do not run to the nearest exit
Unfasten your seatbelt and speed off the nearest bridge for safety

So this is what it's like
99.9% clouded and more than alive
Heavensent, hellbent, buckling at the knees
When my heart's not stretching my ribs it's skipping every other beat

The season is in full effect
Praise the sun, the regime took
The plan's in full swing, it's picking up steam
And it won't slow down, it won't slow down
It's out of our hands
It's a boulder on a hill, headed home
It's a swarm of witches ripping through an unsuspecting town
The reservoir is blown
Track Name: Brightmare
I'm sick of waking up in shit
The beckoning of change is becoming deafening
I'm getting out, swelling up the sphere
Can't be fucked to wait another duplicate day
Summer break is back in session
Deactivate depression

The cup of poison shattered
It was heard all around my world
Live for the days when someday becomes yesterday

The trails are screaming my name
The bottom of the barrel reads "SAME"
My lungs are filled with fluorescent dust
Yesterday will pass in the lake
A burden knocked on my window 5 times
But for once I was fast asleep

It all felt like a hallucination, but here we are
The crop came through and my herd's at the top of the chain
I refuse to live my life by mistake
Yesterday will pass in the lake
Summer break is back in session
Deactivate depression

The cup of poison shattered
It was heard all around my world
Live for the days when someday becomes yesterday
Top of the chain, top of the chain
Jubilate, for my past self is slain
Track Name: March Towards the Monolith
Flee to the hills after looting the bank and the bar
This will not end before it's raining cows and cars
Every screen goes black, mass hysteria, aerial attack
Genocide justified, fighters die and runners get fried
Pick 'em off, one by one
Pick 'em off, one by one

No order, a dead end for peace
This happening will be shrouded by the powers that be
Extraplanetary encroachment

Come and fly first class, all we want is information
We've always wondered if human hindquarters are capable of reformation
They tried and tried for 57 minutes to
Revive the hive, but they were having none of it

Blood pours down from the clouds and splatters tie-dyed shirts
Protests won't protect a soul from being intergalactically murked
The march into enslavement
A single-file line into eternal captivity
Track Name: Raccoon Mask
Allow me to set the scene, an ocean of heat
The fortune's in the future and the slaughter is green
The 'merican dream won't apprehend me
That bucket list will be blank if it ends me
Get shuffled, stay shuffled
Goddammit
The undead got into the medicine cabinet
Goddammit
The undead got into the medicine cabinet

I wanna backstroke into oblivion

Please, oh goddess, my mistress, lady luck
Don't let them spit me back out, let your husband run amok

The fear of rejection is the absence of sense
The hours feel like nutrients as the endorphins dispense
The bags under my eyes put the bags into the bank
The cylinders are dancing like dandelions in a hurricane

I'm flailing like a fish biting bait
Tomorrow tried to pull away, it's too late
Never sleep again, never sleep again
Come afternoon the blades will spin again
To be or not to be
To go coastal or go postal
Not today
Track Name: たくさんの時間
Gotta hustle, gotta hurry, my youth is running out
The clock sounds like a bomb and I've gotta get going soon
My brain is beached, washed up and bleached
There's so much to see and too much to do
Bedeviled by the 4th dimension

10 years from now I'll still be young

Temporal megatons in front of me
Dancing with the smoothest sea
Hands are pumping left to right
Up and down, right by my eyes
Fuck tomorrow, fuck yesterday
Fuck the next 3 months, this isn't withering
It's target practice, getting my soul ripped
When I crank the key the road won't know what hit it

Stop and smell the palm trees
A nautical breather is all I need
Kick it with sharks, relax and get radical
Tropical sabbatical

I'm jumping on a jellyfish with 3 hands and 12 numbers
Fishing for a fuck to give
In love with myself, the best fling of the summer
No need to hustle or hurry, I've got all the time in the world
The clock sounds like a choir, why try to get gone so soon?
My brain is at ease, unwinding in the sea
There's so much to see and so much to do