Uploaded August 2016 | Updated September 2026, 1 day ago
iTunes: itunes.apple.com/us/album/recidivist-single/id1112683747
Spotify: open.spotify.com/track/1B5NxXvUJlInHU7AwU6ZS6
The single was engineered by Zorran Mendonsa who handled production duties on the band's first three studio albums and the video was directed by Scott Hansen at Digital Thunderdome.
Recidivist lyrics
Devoid of malicious intent.
Just a mindless wanderer.
Pushed and pulled by criminal impulses.
Pulsating.
Compulsive.
An endless cycle of peaks and troughs.
A perpetual rise and fall of weakness and will.
Is this an illness, or nothing more than a product of the human condition?
A chasing of the wind.
Just pissing in the wind.
Bathed in the stench of repeated offences.
Enrobed with the reek of decay.
A convict digging up corpses of past victims to kill again.
Is this an illness, or nothing more than a product of the human condition?
A chasing of the wind.
Just pissing in the wind.
From blood to dust and back again.
Stabbing, strangling putrefying flesh.
The recidivist retracing steps erring both left and right.
Yet there's no end in sight.
Deeper.
Further.
To the very heart of darkness.
Deeper.
Further.
And further still.
iTunes: itunes.apple.com/us/album/recidivist-single/id1112683747
Spotify: open.spotify.com/track/1B5NxXvUJlInHU7AwU6ZS6
The single was engineered by Zorran Mendonsa who handled production duties on the band's first three studio albums and the video was directed by Scott Hansen at Digital Thunderdome.
Recidivist lyrics
Devoid of malicious intent.
Just a mindless wanderer.
Pushed and pulled by criminal impulses.
Pulsating.
Compulsive.
An endless cycle of peaks and troughs.
A perpetual rise and fall of weakness and will.
Is this an illness, or nothing more than a product of the human condition?
A chasing of the wind.
Just pissing in the wind.
Bathed in the stench of repeated offences.
Enrobed with the reek of decay.
A convict digging up corpses of past victims to kill again.
Is this an illness, or nothing more than a product of the human condition?
A chasing of the wind.
Just pissing in the wind.
From blood to dust and back again.
Stabbing, strangling putrefying flesh.
The recidivist retracing steps erring both left and right.
Yet there's no end in sight.
Deeper.
Further.
To the very heart of darkness.
Deeper.
Further.
And further still.










