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by P.M.S

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Here's our 1st EP !
Released by Danger Records (DR 033) & you can buy it here : dangerrecords.bandcamp.com/album/dr-033-p-m-s-7

All songs written by P.M.S

P.M.S is :
Isa - bass
Fredo - drums
Evelyne - vocals
Victoria - guitar

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released January 29, 2018

Produced by Le Collectif Semi-Conscient (CSC006).
Recorded by Tristan Badré, December 2016.
Mix & mastered by Tristan Badré.
Artwork by Victoria Arfi + Mad Panic.

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P.M.S Paris, France

"Enter the red zone. Well it's bloody, it's bleeding. It's your supremacist white dick snapped up and served on a tray that P.M.S will make you swallow by force. Lunch is ready, yummy!" (bio by Danger Records)

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Track Name: Cocaine cunt
Cocaine cunt you're less than nothing
Looking cheaper than the crap you're sniffing
Talking all night long you're just so boring
You're such a disgrace
Not even worthless
Cocaine cunt

Cocaine cunt you feel so clever
You're just a cunt, only a bit wealthier
You'll die soon too, only a bit sooner
Do me a favour: try something stronger
Cocaine cunt

Bore yourself to death
Go rot somewhere else
Cocaine cunt
Track Name: 1:25
My mind replays what my heart can't delete
Struggling on & on with what I can't compete
You make me feel I'm the biggest shit
Everyday I love you less and less and less

My mind replays what my heart can't delete
Struggling on & on with what I can't compete
How long can I bear it ? It's endless
Everyday I love you less and less and less

Seeing you turning into what I hate
Once and for all I'm relieved now that you're gone

Wondering how I will cope with all that crap
You make me feel like a bastard and I'm trapped
Sick & tired of hearing you at all
Everyday I love you less and less and less

Wondering how I will cope with all that crap
You make me feel like a bastard and I'm trapped
Sick & tired of hearing you at all
Everyday I love you less and less and less

Seeing you turning into what I hate
This time I won't believe it's the fate

Wondering how I will cope with all that crap
You make me feel like a bastard and I'm trapped
Track Name: K.Y.
Hard times create strong men
Strong men create good times
Good times create weak men
Weak men create hard times

It's only a circle
Snake biting its own tail
Are you strong or weak, will you win or fail ?
Whose god to pray ? And whose are for sale ?
In the end, whose life will prevail ?
Track Name: Antillectual
Welcome to the era of idiocracy
where people all value their own mediocrity
Entertained by the other's lack of integrity
Entertained by the other's excess of vanity

I don't wanna hear it
how much you're strong
I don't wanna see it
how much you're sexy
I don't wanna know it
how much you're rich
'Cause idiocracy doesn't wanna know if it's right or wrong

Who would have thought we'd bring ourselves so down
so down and so fast, can someone bring the contrast
together we can take them all
And keep them out
together we can take them all
From the first to the last

I don't wanna hear it
uneducation
I don't wanna see it
the shallowness
I don't wanna know it
the selfishness
'Cause idiocracy doesn't wanna know if it's right or wrong

Who would have thought we'd bring ourselves so down
so down and so fast, can someone bring the contrast
together we can take them all
And keep them out
together we can take them all
From the first to the last
Track Name: Cock au vin
Come by my place honey
Please be my guest
Tonight I will cook you dinner

You told your friends I'm crazy
At least I guess
For once you weren't a liar

I'll eat your cock in a way
You won't forget
You'll pray you died for a starter

I won't take no apology
Now is too late
You can't speak much without a liver

Don't worry baby
Revenge is best served cold
Tears dry on their own
Speech is silver
Silence is gold
Tears dry on their own

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