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Dead Reckoning
03:13
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Dead Reckoning
Longing for days
touching someone living
instead of lifeless things
held every day,
that are used just as tools,
kind of like you.
Getting chucked to the side
like the times that you cried
for someone to hold onto.
When hope dies I hear it gets better,
ambition dries out and just turn bitter –
the empty feeling still remains
with nothing to show for anything,
just a broken back bent backwards
for everyone under the sun,
just for one little gaze
toward this way
so nothing feels estranged.
What’s lacked in pleasurable nights
now make up psychotic rhymes,
spewed like an ash covering sigh
in wide eyed wonderment,
and a new lusting vice
is to document
the eventual obliteration
of this society’s life.
While condemning the evil
of those who take
in time, money, and life,
I remain here observing and doing
with nothing left but pride,
to never sell out
like you hypocrites have,
and for that I hate you all,
lamenting your dreams
as you ego thrives
in conservative safety.
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2. |
Commonwealth
01:51
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Commonwealth
Creaking, constricting,
the walls are coming down,
cracking, crumbling,
it’s all coming down!
Lives tossed away
like trash under our feet,
social wealth taken
and bet on the street.
Boxed in at work,
trapped out of place,
shit out of luck,
left lurking in the dark.
Creaking, constricting,
the walls are coming down,
cracking, crumbling,
it’s all coming down!
Lives tossed away
like trash under our feet,
social wealth taken
and bet on the street.
Boarded up shops
and gutted out homes,
just left to rot
by the prosperous ones.
Gluttonous fools,
now look at you –
fat, drugged, complacent,
failing to be perfect.
Don’t try to run,
you won’t get too far,
accept what you know,
lay down and die!
But for those who still care
STAND UP AND FIGHT!
Don’t take too much
and do what is right.
Wealth is not prosperity,
neither is it status quo,
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3. |
Your Sweet Embrace
02:15
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Your Sweet Embrace
As the wind scratched upon my face,
I dreamt of days spent in lukewarm grace.
Bitter thoughts chilled me to the bone,
as outside became confined and cold.
I keep watching shadows on the wall
as I make my way on down through the hall,
an end to life and the bastard rat race
as long as I’m back in your sweet embrace.
Word of mouth will act as my grave,
no one reads eulogies anyway.
Bury my ash in a jacketed ditch,
thinkin’ punk rock refuse son of a bitch…
I keep watching shadows on the wall
as I make my way on down through the hall,
an end to life and the bastard rat race
as I’m shunned from your sweet embrace.
Hyperbolic stares glare upon me,
as quiet shyness grates and scrapes.
Half-heartedly making a wistful wish,
while laughing at your ignorant bliss.
I keep watching shadows on the wall
as I make my way on down through the hall,
an end to life and the bastard rat race
as I escape thoughts of your sweet embrace.
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4. |
Denizen
01:59
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Denizen
Crossed the line,
making my way,
trudging through the massive decay,
looking toward a new land to call home.
Forget the pain left behind
that forever scars my fragile mind,
I speak some,
I wish I knew more…
Just another global denizen,
jump the border and give in to chance…
Narcos occupy the streets,
pay off police and kill families,
make us traffic drugs like mules,
for the bourgeoisie to consume.
Six months in,
visibly unseen.
Exploited for
the same wage made back home
in this land of “opportunity”,
selling what I escaped
to make ends meet.
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5. |
Hollow Cost
03:18
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Hollow Cost
No respect for life
It’s the nature of their game
Willing to char the sky
Wielding power barbarically
They’ll get you somehow
By any means put you down
Animals with the urge to kill
without sense of consequence…
I awoke a stranger in my own land
Invited to a divine banquet cooked to perfection
Yet there was no food to be found as hunger put clouds in my eyes
so I walked in silence, barefoot on the cold beach
I could hear the cries of toxic seagulls and mutant bottom-dwellers making their way toward shelter in the sea
They screamed,
I yelled,
they screamed back in agony…
All it took was a beautiful flicker of light
But there was no one to share it with,
as the skies became painted
a beautiful shade of red haze
How can you know what’s best
With your finger on the button to destruction?
manmade mandated manifest destiny.
Lacking remorse and all for the thrill
no will or skill but a detrimental
delusional scheme of grandeur.
A medley of death
sung with praise,
moving towards the technical and visual
left the verbal and written behind,
I can’t explain
why those like Cain,
bathe in dreams of fantasy
and write off reality’s death
as a incurred hollow cost.
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6. |
Entitlement
02:24
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Entitlement
Every human demands to be heard,
from the vocal opposition to the weak unsure,
both are sidelined in progression as the
war drum keeps monotonously banging.
Fight emotions and fear, now that's a laugh!
But we'll get it done with covert acts
and everybody will surely fight back
because fundamental pride is a wretched whore,
as leaders tell us lies, while they control the poor.
And they're the ones who never relent,
overgrown rich kids crying entitlement.
And I still can't see right over the hedge
that blocks my path to the coming end.
So what gives? Just chop it down,
and burn the remnants to the grounds.
I stare ahead to find something better
but mind games make my heart remain bitter
toward the ones who cry entitlement,
from the wretched modern human to my government.
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7. |
Conquered Ground
01:28
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Conquered Ground
Thanks for nothing
but the time relinquished,
given in abundance
without absolute guidance,
learned within
and sent right out
to withstand the scathing
structure of power.
Who’s fault is it really?
Mine or yours?
In the end we became
everything we hate,
proclaiming success
under duress,
setting off again to
retread conquered ground.
Escape into ignominy,
evaporate
like locomotive steam.
constant failures
keep repeating,
but a better comfort
than returning empty .
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8. |
Lummox
01:52
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Lummox
Crawled within,
left without,
it’s harder to rebuild than replace
but attention hasn’t been paid
like the debt
that’s piled high.
Talking getting nowhere,
action then debilitates,
while the mantle of responsibility
corroding right in front of us.
An era’s monolith staggers,
gleaning repetitious symbols,
like banging rocks against a table
expecting different sonic wisdoms.
Sunsets are beginnings
signifying end,
and a lummox in a library
surrounded by knowledge
turns around,
then shuts down,
and proceeds to fight instead.
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9. |
Reclamation
01:42
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Reclamation
Industry –
the key to invulnerability
like a double-dutch game
where the winners
hang themselves.
The rope they played with
meant to save
and pull future from the
depths of misery.
Alone within the crowd,
standing on a mound,
and its omniscient
lazy eyes reclaiming
everything sanctified.
The fallacy of intimacy
linked within economy,
bottom dollar lovers
who revel in decay.
No one really loves you
for you,
only what you can do
for them
while making the case
using boredom as a
grand defense.
Plans are drawn so neatly
on paper
but passing time just fade
and taper,
and the farce of security
is laughing at stances
made in haste,
everyday in this kiss n’ tell hell
under the guise of privacy
the only option to decide:
Work for life or to kill you for money?
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10. |
Transference
02:08
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Transference
Darling how I miss those times
we spent on those drug fuelled rides
in a concrete Coney Island like paradise.
These memories are all I have of you
locked inside my mind,
there’s something to relay
that I could never say,
unfortunately it’s all too late.
The breeze so sweet,
the sky so blue,
the sun shined like clementines,
savoring the flavor
like a cocaine bike ride.
Headed for a fall
you helped me up,
nursed me back to health,
and I can only hope after all this time
there’s something happy in your own life.
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Methadone Kitty Massachusetts
Methadone Kitty formed in 2001. Since then they've been making noise, experimenting with sound, and releasing albums independently on their own label, Neat/Beat Records.
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