1. |
Don't Take the Bait
03:26
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I sit awake at night and fill my lungs
With carcinogens, and maybe some oxygen every now and again
The highway's callin' me
I see road signs in all my dreams
And I'm just waitin' on the day I finally leave
Cause this road will set me free
But it also could kill me, but so it goes
I'll take some risks now, roll the dice
We'll reach the next town before the day is done
And underneath the setting sun
We'll shoot the shit and have a laugh
About the things we've been through
And the off beaten path is riddled with danger
But at least we're not falling in line
This life is perplexing, there is nothing stranger
There's no right way you're just wasting your time
Did it yourself, with no oneâs help
You donât got connects, you donât got wealth
But you still did the best you can,
With what your own two hands will give you
This road is hard, this life we lead
Sometimes you donât get everything you need
But at least you had a friend sleeping beside you in that ditch
And even when your alone, thousands of miles from your home
You might feel lost, but shit, you just might find yourself
Just hold on kid, donât give up, truth is we're all shit out of luck,
But donât take the bait and sell your soul for a lousy buck
And I'll take the back of this van
Over your fancy apartment
Any day, place, or time
You're wrapped around their finger
they'll give your brain a good washing
They got your mind I wonât let them take mine
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2. |
Humblerat
03:18
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I could die tonight, so why do I even care
Why worry about tomorrow, when it just might never come
Weâre all torturing ourselves, it really isnât fair
Yeah, I could die tonight as these aircraft engines hum
And death is inevitable, so whyâs it even matter
Youâll come to realize youâre not living if your life is void of laughter
My existence, even yours, eventually it will shatter
Will you have any to show or were you blindly following your pastor?
Cause weâre all gonna die
Weâre all gonna die
Yeah, weâre all gonna die
Why do I even try?
Sometimes the question doesnât matter
But it doesnât hurt to ask
The answer could be easier to find
Than the bottom of your flask
And lying in your deathbed,
When you breathe the breath before your last
I bet youâll look back and wish you did more
Than just dwell upon your past
Cause this buildingâs totally burning down
And this plane is definitely crashing
But itâs pretty hard to hold a frown with your
Favorite punk rock records blasting
I guess all Iâm trying to say is, yeah sure, life is full of dread
But if youâre not living in the moment
Iâd say you are already dead
Cause weâre all gonna die
Weâre all gonna die
Yeah, were all gonna die
Why do we even try?
But be careful with the time youâve been granted on this earth
Cause life is short and fleeting, go find out how much itâs worth
Yeah, weâll all turn into worm food, Iâve been dying since my birth
And if you expect to enjoy life, you must begin to live it first
I said be careful with the time youâve been granted on this earth
Cause life is short and fleeting, go find out how much itâs worth
Yeah, weâll all turn into worm food, Iâve been dying since my birth
And if you expect to enjoy life, you must begin to live it first
Cause weâre all gonna die
Weâre all gonna die
Yeah, weâre all gonna die
But we still gotta try
Yeah, weâre all gonna die
Weâre all gonna die
Yeah, weâre all gonna die
But we still gotta try
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3. |
Last Bastion
02:28
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Do you even hear what youâre believing?
These monsters remain deceiving
Oozing distortions, mandibles dripping
Clawed hands gripping for desolate fortunes
The last factions are slipping
The last bastion of actual freedom
Is this work worth what youâre receiving?
The death toll persists but is anyone grieving?
Fingernails bloody, your backbone is breaking
Itâs hard to ignore how the mask their intentions
The foundation is violently shaking
I refuse to be trapped when it crumbles down
You must not mess, with our sweet land
Unless your filling up our hands
With promises and silver strands
And the refraction of light off the tall buildings
Helps to blind what weâre all feeling
Do you even hear what youâre believing?
These monsters remain deceiving
Oozing distortions, mandibles dripping
Clawed hands gripping for desolate fortunes
The last factions are slipping
The last bastion of actual freedom
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4. |
Good Skin Cells Spent
03:39
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Well, I just had a dream I was beaten to death
For falling in love, and not holding my breath
But I just cannot see, how we can be free
If you think that a life can be your property
And though now Iâm aware it was all in my head
I remain safe and sound asleep in my bed
But my bed is your couch, or this floor, or the street
And though Iâm alive, I feel as if Iâve been beat
So, fuck you, Iâm doing my best,
My sanity has been put to the test,
But Iâm glad that Iâm broke, success is a joke
And this dumpster is my treasure chest
And last night I ate shit on my bike
But this road rash has left me enticed
The blood on the cement, was good skin cells spent
Itâs been a long time since I felt that alive
And maybe I just ride too fast
Ya gotta hustle when running from the past
Whether itâs cancer or scars, or getting hit by cars
Futures hold more obstacles than we all can grasp
And I almost die
From vehicular homicide
Every damn day
Of my fucking life
But Iâll never stop
Riding this bike
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5. |
Thanks for Nothing
02:45
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So the day has come again
It's the last Thursday of November
A bunch of white folks come together
As they try not to remember
How many people lost their lives
To benefit their predecessor
And how stuffing food into their mouths
Takes the blatant side of the oppressor
Gluttonous and apathetic,
You say you canât control all that has happened
But itâs not the past, it is the present
and I see you still arenât taking action
Itâs too easy for you to sit and shove
Mashed potatoes in your face
While you watch football and try to forget
As you hold hands and say your grace
That millions were slaughtered to give you the privilege
that you have now
And ignorance, no it ainât bliss
and your contentment just allows
These sadistic monsters up in the white house
to carry out their master plan
To protect the rich elite,
and go invade more sovereign land
With rubber bullets, water cannons,
Pepper spray assaults the unarmed
Theyâre spilling blood to save a dollar
And the majority isnât alarmed
I canât help but think the masses
Strive to bolster ignorance
But you know that really is no secret
They elected trump and pence
So I hope you choke on a turkey leg
"Cause thereâs people choking on their own blood
White supremacy and capital
We need to nip it in the bud
Fight these fascist pigs and watch their tears fall
And mix in with the mud
Cause I donât want to reform the state
Not giving no cop no fuckin' hug
Please hold your breath if you think a victim
Owes anything to their assailant
Are you actually that hateful?
Or is your mind just lying vacant?
I wonât sit back and pretend that I have all the answers
But our nation is a tumor and capitalists
They are the cancer
So stand up, be loud as you can
Itâs your one and only choice
Fight the system, smash oppression
And scream for justice, use your voice
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6. |
Bulletproof Scales
03:12
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Maybe my brain just never grew
Maybe your brain stopped growing too
Maybe itâs the cell phones glued to our palms
Or the pills we pop just to keep us calm
Maybe itâs even the air we breathe
We breathe so many toxicities
Maybe itâs the methane finally
Suffocating our brains
This world is going up in flames
This world is going up in flames
Maybe the asphalt is my home
âCause all my bones can do is roam
These stagnant towns just bring me down
No point to stick around
Iâd rather live inside this van
Wash the blood clean from my hands
Iâve seen behind the mask
And our futures bask in poison gas
Cover as much ground as you can
We must obstruct their evil plan
We must obstruct their evil plan
Beasts with bulletproof scales, and surveillance camera eyes
Youâre a wolf in sheepâs clothing, weâll see through your disguise
Tear off the blood-soaked hides you skinned from those helpless sheep
Peel off the sinew mask and watch the public gasp
And maybe then they wonât keep bowing at your feet
Theyâre robbing us of our free will
Watch this ad and pay that bill
Theyâll rearrange your brain to fit this twisted game
Until you canât recall who you should blame
Watch your back you might be next
Weâve all got lives we must protect
They always say crime doesnât pay
But pigs still cash checks in the modern age
I think they just like to see us in pain
After all we arenât the same
Iâve got nothing to lose
Youâve got nothing to gain
Beasts with bulletproof scales, and surveillance camera eyes
Youâre a wolf in sheepâs clothing, but weâll see through your disguise
Tear off the blood-soaked hides you skinned from those helpless sheep
Peel off the sinew mask and watch the public gasp
And maybe then they wonât keep bowing at your feet
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7. |
Hands in Your Pockets
01:50
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Theyâve got their hands in your pockets, and you should be alarmed
Youâve got police on your six, and theyâre heavily armed
Thereâs no way of telling, how many people theyâve harmed
They made us the cattle, and our planet the farm
Another young life lies dead in the road
Another tragic reminder our rights have been sold
To the banks and the prisons, and the racist elite
No wonder all my friends live in constant defeat
Itâs kind of hard to rise up, when theyâre pushing you down
They hold our heads underwater and expect us not to drown
Weâre too fucking big to fit inside of your box
Got to start making moves, start picking your locks
They put on a shaky disguise for the hate that theyâve bred
How do these illusions of freedom stay trapped in your head?
You know theyâll never fucking care until weâre all fucking dead
They got one taste of blood, and now all they see is red
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8. |
Road Song
03:41
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Iâve got a highway to keep me in motion
And a guardrail to keep me in line
But Iâm sorry I just canât find the notion
To wanna keep track of my time
Iâve been going nowhere for too long
I hope somethings were meant to last
But every turn in this road just feels wrong
And the amount of forks are insurmountably vast
The damn swine does whatever he wants
Rarely will they get whatâs deserved
Theyâre all full of shit, and we all know it
But tell me when was the last time they served?
Well, they can beat a homeless man to death
And never see the inside of a jail
Theyâll just lie to the judge, as if he gave a fuck
And in a couple hours theyâll be out on bail
And this shit just keeps bumming me out
But Iâll be okay, so Iâm told
And Iâve got my friends, and
There are more quite like them
Iâm glad at least a few dared to break the mold
And Iâm not sure if these roads will lead anywhere
But change of scenery is reason enough
Iâm an insatiable being covered in gasoline
Who knows if Iâll ever shake wanderlust
Iâm an insatiable being covered in gasoline
Who knows if Iâll ever shake wanderlust
And what the fuck can you do?
The ice on the ground sticks to the concrete like glue
And Iâve been trying to make next move
But Iâve been losing the tread on the soles of my shoes
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9. |
Glass in the Sandbox
02:59
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Iâve got two imaginary figures
Whispering in my ear
I know my right from wrong
But things are so confusing here
The demonâs engulfed in flames
Glowing red and orange
They say heâs the darker force
But the angel bears the horns
They say Satan tells me not to shower
To do drugs and not go to work
And the angels tell me to support the prison system
Sometimes I think the halo hovers over the wrong head
And the wrong fingers are clenched to that pitchfork
So lay me down, lay me down in the dirt
And flash my life before my eyes
To show me what Iâm worth
Iâm not worth shit, but I can pretend
To make myself feel alright
While I plummet towards this weary end
Itâs just a ploy
And weâre all cogs in their plan
Till weâre all dead and gone
And buried underneath the sand
The fucking sandbox, is filled with broken glass
While the children of tomorrow
Play with remnants of our past
And I ainât got time for these contradictions
Canât get caught up or slow down
Hell, most times I canât hardly sleep at night
Maybe one day but I until then
Iâll harness power from this pen
And hope me and my notebook are devoured
By the wind
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10. |
Chump
02:39
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I can take a joke, thereâs humor in me
But being racist, sexist, and homophobic just ainât funny
Youâre transphobic too, we all can see
You and your backwards views are stuck in 1943
You better clean your act up, itâs two thousand twenty
And that ignorance and hate just donât sit well with me
Weâre over your stance, youâre not on the team
And weâll take these wooden bats to both of your knees
Weâre not evil folks, but weâre not taking shit
And youâre gonna lose, so you might as well just quit
Weâve heard it all before, so save your bit
Your opinion sucks, yeah it fuckinâ sucks
And weâre sick of it
Take a look at us, weâre standing right here
Anti-capitalist, pissed, anarchist, and queer
You fascist pigs, will tremble with fear
Yeah, the tables will turn, yeah theyâre already turned
And your end is near
So, go ahead, call me a PC chump
But I think opposing oppressive structures is pretty punk
Weâve all got the fire, I just wanna keep it lit
And thereâs really nothing political about it
Yeah, thereâs really nothing political about it
Thereâs really nothing political about it
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11. |
Bad Shit 2 Good Shit
02:16
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Humanity is breaking itâs a rabid disease
Thereâs death in the soil and itâs sprouting through the leaves
Now all thatâs left is decrepit tombstones teeth and bones
All the rest washed down the drain
Salvage what you can, and cling to your seeds
If we donât stop them soon, all the crops will turn to weeds
No food to be found, itâs all rotting in the ground
Our graves are underneath their garlic plots
Weâre caged animals
Thereâs life beyond the fences
We live our whole lives inside barbed wire pens
We live our whole lives inside of them
Germinating poison, building empires made of glass
Common decencyâs a virtue that weâre leaving in the past
Itâs hard to reap the benefits of life, when big business soweth plague
So throw the vermin in the compost bin
And plant a seed of lead, put it right between their eyes
And bite the hand that feeds you, âcause itâs plotting your demise
Then feed the earthworms, mites, and slugs a kickshaw of corporate trash
And house the maggots in their hollowed skulls
Weâre caged animals
Thereâs life beyond the fences
We live our whole inside barbed wire pens
We live our whole lives inside of them
When will we put oil on these grinding gears?
Lubricate our minds with something more than just beers
Weâll be afraid our whole lives if we donât deal with our fears
So letâs start the fire thatâs been smoking for years
With the right tools we could fix this evil machine
Rearrange all the parts to make it work for our dreams
Itâll run on ambition and the engine will roar
So flip it up to fifth gear and put your foot to the floor
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12. |
To Be Alive
02:23
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This society denies us of our basic needs
They pump us full of poisoned trash
Modern human cattle feed
And when you get cut it takes a second
Before you know if you will bleed
But itâs gushing now and that ainât something to ignore
Theyâve got sharp shooters slinging sniper rifles, sights centered at the poor
Nefarious fascists force families to flee, from flames, famine, and war
Cops cruelly killing kids committing no crime at all
All the while amnestyâs awarded, why arenât more of you appalled?
Deathâs determined to dismantle us, devour us with dirt and flies
And goddamnit what a time to be alive
What a time to be alive
What a time to be alive
What a time to be alive
To be alive
The worldâs a terrible place
And Iâm still very afraid to die
But goddamnit what a time to be alive
Theyâre spilling blood from people just like you and me
Defending a white nationalist neoliberal ideology
You work all day to pay for your modern cell
While they convince you that youâre free
And thatâs a lie I know that all of us have heard
Cause this worldâs a rotten corpse
Thatâs been thrown out to the birds
Met its demise, cooked alive
In a pot that never stirred
You scream âproperty damage isnât violence!â
And all the liberals object
But they still think the police are here
To serve and protect
And when you defend your right to live
And the bigots adamantly deny
All the centrists scream âletâs compromise!â
What a time to be alive
What a time to be alive
What a time to be alive
To be alive
Well, the worldâs an awful place
And Iâm still very afraid to die
But goddamnit what a time to be alive
Goddamnit, what a time to be alive
Goddamnit, what a time to be alive
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13. |
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Iâll drown my brain in black caffeine, share nicotine with a dream, and have a cup of tea with anxiety
Itâs a preface of, a catastrophic desolation of my subconscious, subconsciously, and inebriation invades sobriety
Itâs an attack of my own psyche, is this fiction or reality? What a toxic dichotomy
And fuck all this goddamn stress, Iâm sick of losing my breath before I bomb my self-consciousness, so consciously
And my inspiration evades my apathy
Sometimes I wear this skank to hide my face from all the dust, carried on gusts of wind that arenât my friends
And sometimes I am hiding from my friends, or the lusts of people that I donât trust
And sometimes I get so trapped behind it that I canât seem to breathe
And Iâm frantically trying to conceive what all of this means
Sometimes I get so frustrated that my lungs rapidly begin to fill up like a hot air balloon
And they get so full that I think they might bust
Right through my skin to leave holes gaping from within
While Iâm gasping for air, though I donât seem to care
Itâs like someone lit a match inside of a hydrogen blimp
My body goes limp as I peer deeper into the holes in my chest to find that the reaper
dousing my heart in gasoline
Was really me, about to ignite all these feelings I have, to stop driving me mad
And abolish every last waking worry or fear that I hold so damn dear to my soul
And maybe for once I could just forget that I have organs
Whether that be the brain that drives me insane and creates these things
That I splatter all over these pieces of trees that once helped me breathe
Iâm such a fucking hypocrite, Iâm such an asshole, but maybe I deserve it for once
Or whether that be the heart that will continue to tear me apart
Until it ceases to beat and they put my body in the ground
Or whether that be the things between our legs that we might put together
To create little mirror images of ourselves
So they can grow up to think the same thoughts, and feel the same things
And want to forget about the same damn organs that we so greedily gave them
Or maybe the eyes so I wouldnât have to see the world, because this world will burn through my corneas
And give me the satisfaction of not seeing all of these things that I despise, and the pain was oh too sweet
But even without those eyes in my head functioning, I can still somehow see my lungs on the sidewalk
Covered in cigarette butts and dirt, like a punctured balloon deflated outside of a four-year oldâs birthday party
Arenât you sick of crying? Letâs just go numb and indulge in the pitifully gorgeous emptiness in our lungs
I canât breathe, Iâm sick of losing my breath, I wish someone would steal it already
And through a hurricane of pessimism I find mangled ambition to optimize my self pity
What a disgusting miracle
My subconscious is haunting me, and my conscience taunts me, like seduction and robbery
These states of mind are truly battling, and Iâm stuck in the middle trembling, I hope these fires are friendly
And I hope this war wonât create any casualties
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Chatterbox and the Latter Day Satanists Boulder, Colorado
Diy punk band against racism, sexism, transphobia, homophobia, capitalism, the police, and all other forms of oppression. For harm reduction and community building đ
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