1. |
Post Punk
03:33
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A strung out DJ spins free of alarm
Like a violent kick drum
Deadbeats push the rohypnol hard
Dosing with Western excess
Splayed and writhe on the ground
Oblivious to dissent
Blood lust of a militant crowd
Sweltering Indo nights
Someone has to pay the price
Just some Aussie kids overseas
They don’t really know anything
Extremes pray to the God of East
Praying for divine release
From the squalor of these Eastern slums
They don’t really know anything
Tragically
The irony stands all alone
“peace” you seek in blood of the meek
common sounds of mourning crowds
allies are dead
families see red
suicide bombs
are modern psalms
A strung out DJ painted in pink mist
from the bombers pallet
strapped to a militant's chest
Like a violent kick drum
Shock wave hits the stage
Dance to a deadly rhythm
Dance with a mind enslaved
Sweltering Indo nights
Someone has to pay the price
Just some Aussie kids overseas
They don’t really know anything
Extremes pray to the God of East
Praying for divine release
From the squalor of these Eastern slums
They don’t really know anything
Tragically
Irony comes alone
“peace” you seek
in blood of the meek comes at a price
in wailing sounds
of mourning crowds and reddened eyes
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2. |
Better Than Nothin'
02:19
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Competing on the streets with a hand me down
Broken dreams infiltrated that forgotten town
Dead smokestacks don’t pollute no more
On the faded graves of the town they scorned
We don’t care
‘Cause we’re onto something new
All alone feigning purpose
Those vices don’t do nothing but just bleach your feelings
Those white kids paint their hate on stained brick canvas
On the faded names of the crown they scorned
We don’t care
‘Cause we’re onto something new
This somethin is better than nothin’, they said
Well, I don’t know
Guess sometimes you burn it all before
something new can grow.
‘Cause those vices they do nothin much
But numb you out
Got a verse and a chorus and a detuned pop song
Help me figure it out.
We don’t care
‘Cause we’re onto something new
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3. |
Ran Away
03:46
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Well we laid you to rest
Bid farewell, so long
Got to get this off my chest
While my torn up guts hang on
I hate this but I need to
scream this out
Had to watch your gutted family weep it out
But this grief just feels like anger
And this anger feels so lonely
Ran away, you just ran away
There’s no point to stay
You just ran away
I hate how this feels
I’d finally moved on
All I wanted was the same for you
To happily carry on
But somehow things just got worse
Just had to wait it out
I know things seemed so fucked up
Christ, just wait it out
Why didn’t you just come home?
Spare your poor sister grief… I’m so angry!
Ran away, you just ran away
There’s no point to stay
You just ran away
You had a choice
Didn't have to die alone
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4. |
My Failures
03:41
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My failures, son
Can’t be out done
No, I’m the ruin not your light
Nor a grace but a blight
I’ve considered none
What’s said, what’s done
I’m the ruin in a life
Faith that hemorrhages light
I’ve broke my bonds
Enslaved these desperate loves songs
I’m the ruin, I’m the lie
Bound to your low birthright
All those saints you thought I’d pled so devout
And what you think you’re seeing here ain’t real
Those abandoned years, could there be more doubt?
Absolution, son, ain’t real
I’ve considered none
What you’ve said or done
I’m the ruin in your life
Fading signal in the night
I’ve broke my bonds
Escaped your love for so long
I’m the ruin, I’m the lie
And it doesn’t feel right
All those saints you thought I’d pled so devout
And what you think you’re seeing here ain’t real
Those abandoned years, could there be more doubt?
Absolution, son, ain’t real
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5. |
All This Noise
02:07
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You can’t vacillate no more
Always reaching for the door
If you hate it then what’s stopping you?
Weighing heavy on your chest
Can’t shake this feeling despite the rest
Of all that noise that keeps droning on
You can wish it all away
Nothing ever changes
We’ve talked about it, and talked about it.
Now
Seasons drifting in and out
But nothing grows but fear and doubt
Nothing grows but fear and doubt
You can’t vacillate no more
Always weeping at the door
If you hate me then what’s stopping you?
Weighing heavy on my chest
Can’t shake this feeling I repress
Of all that noise that keeps droning on
You can wish it all away
Nothing ever changes
We’ve talked about it, and talked about it
Now
Seasons drifting in and out
But nothing grows but fear and doubt
Seasons drifting in and out
But nothing grows here but fear and doubt.
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6. |
Midwinter
03:59
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Two thousand years
Heal, sword and shield we fall
Ascension day has damned us all
It’s not your fault
It’s just your bloodline’s done
It’s not my fault
No justice for your sons
You’re denied now, denied now, denied now
Your lying, crying, wide awake
See the devil’s sharp uniform
See the reaper slash you in your slumber
Either fascist or communist
Will march you through the camps in midwinter
No, Jesus ain’t watching
But history is repeating
War drums are pounding
And reason is fleeting
It totally useless
It’s not your fault
It’s just your bloodline’s done
It’s not my fault
No justice for your sons
You’re denied now, denied now, denied now
Your last rights or your wake
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7. |
Pathetic Charms
04:22
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I can always sense it
You’re always defensive
I’m just going to suss it all out
You’re always complaining
I’m just stuck explaining
To friends why you're so stuck up
Trying hard to work it all out
Trying hard not to scream or shout
I’ll figure it out
Crying always solves it
If that’s what you call it
Finally gonna call it out
You’re always deflecting
rarely defending
pathetic charm you dish out
Trying hard to work it all out
Trying hard not to scream or shout
I’ll figure it out
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8. |
Huckster
02:05
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That look, those lies that we all know
The filthy menace we all loath
No consequences - pay your debts
Burn me once won’t soon forget
He don’t know the plan I got
He don’t know the kind of shot
I can take from a half mile out
Step out again I’ll remove all doubt.
I know
The rage spirals out of my control
I know
You filthy huckster - you’d do it again
I just think you ought to go
I know
The rage spirals out of my control
I know
You filthy huckster - you’d do it again
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9. |
Down To Sound
02:17
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6:00AM - the alarm clock sings
Your ears still ring from last night's show
Burnt toast - the coffee burns your throat
Rush to work
A silk noose that completes the look
of someone else's resume
The fraud you try to sell
Revelations too bitter to face
In time the noise inside finds a way to seep through your deadened eyes
Twisting, turning, weeping, let it out
Wanting, waiting, yearning, wanna scream it out
But silent and sleepless, the bed sheets just know what's up
At daybreak the brave face hides what knots you up
6:00AM - the alarm clock stings
Your eyes pour like springs - you fight to stop the flow
A burden binds you to your work
A white shirt, a silk noose, your aging looks
The tattoo across your chest
that bleeds onto your sleeves
A bleeding heart repents
The last words you can't take back
That door shuts for good she ain't coming back
Twisting, turning, weeping, let it out
Wanting, waiting, yearning, wanna scream it out
Lonely so lonely, the bed sheets just know what's up
At daybreak the brave face hides what knots you up
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10. |
Listless
03:42
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Listless
And burning out now
spent rods don't fuel nothin’ anymore
In sickness
And in health
For better or worse
My love
Cut it out now
Spent eyes simply can’t flow anymore
Hollowed
and betray your smile
Hallowed be yours
Pray for your soul to keep
Should you fall in your sleep
Morning’s resurrection
To face all expectations
Pining for a past life
Tears dimming your hindsight
Morning’s resurrection
A prison of injections
Vicious
Do the mirrors cut you down now
Spent eyes simply can’t flow anymore
Hollowed
and betray your smile
Hallowed be yours
Pray for your soul to keep
Should you fall in your sleep
Morning’s resurrection
To face all expectations
Pining for a past life
Tears dimming your hindsight
Morning’s resurrection
A prison of injections
Imprisoned by endless rejection
When I try when I promise you
Even when I try I find it hard to climb
[endless injections]
Out of bed and out of my mind
Even in my pride - darkness
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