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Strappado
12
Metal
Strappado was released on June 6, 2025 by Exitus Stratagem Records as a part of the album Mob Mentality - EP
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Release DateJune 6, 2025
LabelExitus Stratagem Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM70

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Autumn Lies Buried
Autumn Lies Buried
Performer
Kaelin Wilkins
Kaelin Wilkins
Lead Vocals
Perry Jones
Perry Jones
Electric Guitar
Cane Potter
Cane Potter
Electric Guitar
Marcus Nettles
Marcus Nettles
Bass Guitar
Cole Hill
Cole Hill
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kaelin Wilkins
Kaelin Wilkins
Songwriter
Perry Jones
Perry Jones
Songwriter
Cane Potter
Cane Potter
Songwriter
Marcus Nettles
Marcus Nettles
Songwriter
Cole Hill
Cole Hill
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dusty Mahann
Dusty Mahann
Producer
Chris Whited
Chris Whited
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Commodities never brought me satisfaction.
I sought the world over seeking control.
Despite my wealth and possessions, I am barren.
A mind of metal. A horde of gold.
I seek possessions that the worlds never seen, a desperation to enslave and inherit the
weak.
It seems that the end, an impossible feat.
That’s fine by me, I am God.
Come take a look at my Garden of Eden. A life of splendor awaits you, come live forever as
my toy.
You’ve been removed the burden of your own choice.
A gift of pain through the shackles.
Suspend the body by the limbs, they will crack now.
Continue torture ‘til sensation leaves the backbone.
I paid for you. You are mine.
Get a new one then erase the identity, you’re as bout as good as dead I make you an enemy.
I’m an animal maybe cannibal stalking around for your life force, I’m the predator, hunting
you through your energy.
I get you I’m taking your freedom, your life, put up a fight bitch ill put you on ice.
Now you’re a doll that will have to suffice, a simple sacrifice unto my appetite.
My property.
Surrender all free will to me.
A connoisseur of the flesh I seek perfect specimen to lease.
To be enjoyed by the world elite.
An ottoman just to prop my feet.
All mankind beneath me.
There’s no escape send the wretches to sublevel gates.
Absconded from a public place stolen without a trace.
A dogged chase, just another missing person case.
Future erased and condemned to a lightless place.
Muzzle on your face, draped in lace. Just stay in your place.
I wont mince words, you’re a slave to the fucking grave.
Bound extremities will act as my own entertainment, please assume position or succumb to
violent death of thee.
I am possessed of a hunger it’s an insatiable disease. I am a man, I am a monster and I hold
your life for lease.
Bow down.
Written by: Cane Potter, Cole Hill, Kaelin Wilkins, Marcus Nettles, Perry Jones
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