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Protestant
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Last known | |
Brian | Drums, Vocals (2004-2018) |
Member(bands): U.S.M.C., Vaginal Bloodfart, Silver Frost, Wargames, Leval Blessing, Evenstar, Mr. Snuffleupagus Buzz, Pseudo Slinkee, Slurr, Spank, Sustain | |
Chris | Guitars, Vocals (2004-2018) |
Member(bands): Pig’s Blood, Leval Blessing, The Conqueror Worm, Desperations, Law/Less, Shut In, For Death or Glory, Impatience | |
Cory | Vocals, Guitars (2004-2018) |
Member(bands): Wargames, Leval Blessing, Party by the Slice | |
Past | |
Erik | Bass (2005-2006) |
Member(bands): Ara, Northless, Steel Iron, Syrictus, Half Gorilla, Outcome of Attica, Captivity (USA), Shroud of Despondency (live), Chaos Diaries, For Death or Glory, Never Forgive Never Forget, Suffer in Truth, Under The Bridges of Umea | |
Jesse | Bass, Vocals (2006-2015) |
Member(bands): Foreverafter, For Death or Glory, Isolation, The Killer, Up in Arms |
# | Discography | Type | Year | |
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1 | Demo | Demo | 2005 | Show album |
2 | Rhino Charge / Protestant | Split | 2006 | Show album |
3 | Make Peace with the Rope You Hang From | Full-length | 2006 | Show album |
4 | As Dead as We Look | Compilation | 2007 | Show album |
5 | Protestant | EP | 2007 | Show album |
6 | Covers / Live | Compilation | 2007 | Show album |
7 | The Hate. The Hollow. | Full-length | 2008 | Show album |
8 | Get Rad / Protestant | Split | 2008 | Show album |
9 | Antagonist | EP | 2009 | Show album |
10 | Inkblot Split Series Volume Two: Northless / Protestant | Split | 2009 | Show album |
11 | Judgements | Full-length | 2010 | Show album |
12 | Stalemate | EP | 2011 | Show album |
13 | Protestant / Suffering Mind | Split | 2012 | Show album |
14 | Reclamation | Full-length | 2012 | Show album |
15 | In Thy Name | Full-length | 2014 | Show album |
Demo
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Band members | |
Brian | Drums |
Chris | Guitars |
Cory | Vocals, Guitars |
Erik | Bass |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Shane Hochstetler | Engineering |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Salt of the Earth Wants Us Dead | 06:35 | |
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2. | The Small Print Says Tough Shit | 02:42 | |
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3. | She Says I Don’t Have the Stomach for It | 04:54 | |
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4. | The Case of the People vs. the Honkey and His Gas Powered Ass-Rape Machine | 03:52 | |
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18:03 |
Rhino Charge / Protestant
Members | |
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Protestant | |
Brian | Drums |
Chris | Guitars |
Cory | Vocals, Guitars |
Erik | Bass |
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Side A | |||
1. | Rhino Charge - I Wish I Could Die but I’ve Been Dead for Quite Some Time | ||
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2. | Rhino Charge - The Revenge of Shere Khan | ||
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3. | Rhino Charge - Counting Votes | ||
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4. | Rhino Charge - Life Is a Life Lived | ||
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5. | Rhino Charge - Running for the Fence | ||
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6. | Rhino Charge - The Incompotent Nature | ||
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Side B | |||
7. | Protestant - We’re as Dead as We Look | ||
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8. | Protestant - Penance and Pension | ||
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Make Peace with the Rope You Hang From
Album versions
Release date | Label | Catalog ID | Format | Description |
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August 1st, 2006 | Fuck Life Records | #1 | Vinyl | 3 colors, Limited edition |
October 14th, 2012 | Independent | Digital | Bandcamp |
Members | |
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Brian | Drums |
Chris | Guitars |
Cory | Vocals, Guitars |
Erik | Bass |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Fuck Me Eyes | 07:36 | |
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2. | Make Peace with the Rope You Hang From | 04:13 | |
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3. | You Have Beautiful Dead Children | 03:38 | |
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Side B | |||
4. | Monuments | 04:52 | |
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5. | We Know Where You Sleep | 02:56 | |
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6. | Cry on Your Own Time | 04:20 | |
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27:35 |
As Dead as We Look
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1. | Fuck Me Eyes | 07:36 | |
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2. | Make Peace with the Rope You Hang From | 04:14 | |
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3. | You Have Beautiful Dead Children | 03:38 | |
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4. | Monuments | 04:52 | |
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5. | Cry on Your Own Time | 04:20 | |
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6. | As Dead as We Look | 03:22 | |
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7. | Penance or Pension | 03:15 | |
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8. | We Know Where You Sleep | 02:57 | |
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9. | Salt of the Earth Wants Us Dead | 06:35 | |
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10. | The Small Print Says Tough Shit | 02:42 | |
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11. | She Says I Don’t Have the Stomach for It | 04:54 | |
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12. | The Case of the People vs. the Honkey and His Gas Powered Ass-Rape Machine | 03:52 | |
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52:17 |
Protestant
Album versions
Release date | Label | Catalog ID | Format | Description |
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February 15th, 2007 | Halo of Flies | HALO1 | 7" vinyl | Marble grey vinyl |
January 3rd, 2012 | Independent | Digital | Bandcamp |
Members | |
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Brian | Drums |
Chris | Guitars |
Cory | Vocals, Guitars |
Jesse | Bass |
Tracks | |||
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Side A | |||
1. | We Race to the Bottom | 02:12 | |
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2. | Long for Nothing | 03:30 | |
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Side B | |||
3. | Time Will Beat Us | 03:10 | |
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08:52 |
Covers / Live
Album versions
Release date | Label | Catalog ID | Format | Description |
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December 27th, 2007 | Independent | CD | CD-R | |
February 20th, 2014 | Independent | Digital | Bandcamp |
Tracks | |||
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1. | We’re All in This Alone | 04:21 | |
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2. | We Race to the Bottom | 02:13 | |
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3. | As Dead as We Look | 03:25 | |
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4. | Fuck Me Eyes | 04:57 | |
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5. | Sick Fuckin’ o | 02:22 | |
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6. | Sick & Tired | 00:43 | |
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7. | Ready to Fight | 00:59 | |
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19:00 |
The Hate. The Hollow.
Album versions
Release date | Label | Catalog ID | Format | Description |
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April 8th, 2008 | Halo of Flies | HALO10 / RAM004 / RB13 | 12" vinyl | Limited edition |
April 8th, 2008 | Halo of Flies | HALO10, /RAM04/RB13 | CD | |
February 26th, 2012 | Independent | Digital | Bandcamp |
Members | |
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Band members | |
Brian | Drums, Vocals |
Chris | Guitars, Vocals |
Cory | Vocals, Guitars |
Jesse | Bass, Vocals |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Shane Hochstetler | Recording |
Trevor Sadler | Mastering |
Chris | Artwork |
Tracks | |||
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Side A | |||
1. | Disbelief | 03:30 | Show lyrics |
Living in Hell/who will carry the load? Millions of indulgences/will save us from this place? Hope is lost/my will is beaten Fingerbang the dried up wounds/trying to keep this place alive Left with no choice but to turn my back/ Forever. Forever. Bore the weight for too long/Nothing in return Surely we will all suffocate/On our good intentions No Life Left/Everything’s dead around me Biting our feet off at the ankle/Just to run free Left with no choice but to turn my back/Forever. Forever. Bore the weight for too long/Nothing in return Nothing sounds louder than my disbelief I now down/I live the lie Try to wash my hands of it/But it won’t come off Contempt, disgust/Its not enough I can’t put to words/The feeling I have for life Left with no choice but to turn my back/Forever. Forever. Bore this weight for too long/Nothing in return |
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2. | The Hate. The Hollow | 02:52 | Show lyrics |
Blind sided and cold/Fucking sick and pissed I want some revenge/A little bit of death Inside the bright lights/Can you feel it? Inside your snow-globe lives? The hate. The hollow. The distance left between and behind I resent everything. Every time. Empty eyes and subtle nods/A romantic little world I want to end/Cute plans and plaintive smiles You’re so fucking sweet/You’re a fucking corpse The hate. The hollow. The distance left between and behind I resent everything. Every time. All the glad-handling/And all of the bliss Warm and content/Is there something I missed? How many looks and stares to say I don’t fucking care? The hate. The hollow. The distance left between and behind I resent everything. Every time. |
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3. | Disgrace | 03:45 | Show lyrics |
Praise the best that laid down the paths we walk upon Commerce stoking the hard-ons of fuckers in business cas’ Casually thumbing an ’its all good’ To the sound of ’its better here’ Amongst burnt out cars you’ll tell yourself anything Unsheathe the swords of ruin/Pour the blood its currency The drugs that rot our teeth, our std’s./Our badge of courage We’re buried and over all dead and gone Our suffering well deserved Laid on thick, a coat of harms/Suits of all types, blood types Wash like rain through broken streets/Dead ends mark the end Crowds may gather and dream/Under warm forgiving sheets If there’s a will to triumph/Our will is done Unsheathe the swords of ruin/Pour the blood, its currency The drugs that rot our teeth, our std’s/Our badge of courage We’re buried and over all dead and gone Our suffering well deserved/Teach your children To succumb to shame/And accept the death of our race |
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4. | Neglect | 02:08 | Show lyrics |
I’m carving darkness out of the sky Every square inch/Every fucking breath I wanna live unknown/Die unknown All I’ve got is pictures, places and eyes Inside are rotting and bound to bleed out Guts going empty, glory long/Failures success Regret and loss and ruined time/This is goodbye I take shit care [of myself] cause I just don’t Aging either way, going into the ground Insides are rotting and bound to bleed out Guts going empty, glory long/Failures success Regret and loss and ruined time I couldn’t care less/This is goodbye Insides are rotting and bound to bleed out Guts going empty, glory long/Failures success |
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5. | Obituary | 05:23 | Show lyrics |
All the shades of living/All the slices of life Are disposed of outright/Cause its give up or shit up Losing’s the same/Another byline. Another dot on the page. A suicide in sections/A deathwish repeats Waiting for dreams to die All the aches and pains/Irritation and disdain Absorbed as rote and routine/Cause it’s take it or leave And leaving’s a shame/Another guilt trip. Another way to pay A suicide in sections/A deathwish repeats Waiting for dreams to die Time is hell/Days keep living Taking my world out/No one. No name. |
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6. | A Smaller World | 03:31 | Show lyrics |
I want a smaller world/Wanna pull down the sun I want to see your idols fall/Whoever, whenever Speed up the slow death/Stoke disasters fire/tragedies coming I want the past to eat the present/To take back what it gave I want to see a world in a new light Smaller, lighter and short on makind Speed up the slow death/Stoke disasters fire/Tragedies coming We’re all fucking dead I want to scream/Here’s effect/You’re the cause Pay fucking up I want a smaller world/I want a blanket of death Want to see revenge take shape [on us] For fucking up fucking everything Speed up slow death/Stoke disaster fire/Tragedies coming |
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7. | Free Us from... | 03:37 | Show lyrics |
Paint these rooms/Cover failures stain Mask the smell of piss and shit/Dusted off tombs, robbing our light Dress our wounds/With the bandages of thieves Let us breathe free/And free us from this light Unpassable oceans of plague/Lives emulated Give up under skies/Never had any dreams Passion released/Missed our ride outta this city, left to... Dress our wounds/With the bandages of thieves Let us breathe free/And free us from this light We will bathe in the darkness/Our death the only release Our legacy is nothing but dust |
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8. | Disowned | 02:36 | Show lyrics |
With my hands in the air I’ve tried to make a point That everything we’re making and everything we’ve made Is a slap in the fucking face A tipped headstone on an open grave We’ll pave the way for space to "save" This is a rip-off/And we fight to win We’re running at a loss/Betting that we live With this I wish/That we were thinking first But with nothing to protect/We’re shut up and fucking mute We’ll bluff ourselves off a cliff/Run this shit to the ground Pull every trigger pull every punch Hail Mary’s without a chance in Hell This is a rip-off/And we cheat to win We’re running at a loss/Betting that we live Here’s to giving up and knowing when to quit We’re running at a loss/Betting that we live [As we regress none of us are worth saving] With my hands in the air I’ve tried to make a point That everything we’re making and everything we’ve made Is a slap in the fucking face A tipped headstone on an open grave We’ll pave the way for space to pave This is a rip-off/And we cheat to win We’re running at a loss/Betting that we win |
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9. | Asleep | 05:45 | Show lyrics |
My heart slows and breaks/As I sit and watch A sleep of a kind/Another day goes by.. A shutting down. A rest. Withdrawal. Surrender. Defeat. A sea of dispassion so deep/ can barely breathe An anxious rage pooling at the edge of rage Callow. Callous. Mean. Time needs to get out of the way Time needs to break My head swims and bows/As I feel the lines on my face A sign of wear and tear/A breaking off of what’s left Betrayal. Regret. Time needs to get out of the way Time needs to break |
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Get Rad / Protestant
Members | |
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Band members | |
Protestant | |
Brian | Drums |
Chris | Guitars |
Cory | Vocals, Guitars |
Jesse | Bass |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Shane H. | Recording |
Tracks | |||
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Side A | |||
1. | Get Rad - X Fuck Blow X | ||
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2. | Get Rad - Don’t Fuck with My Cake! | ||
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3. | Get Rad - Talking Metallica W/ Righteous Dudes | ||
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Side B | |||
4. | Protestant - We’re All in This Alone | ||
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5. | Protestant - Runner Up | ||
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Antagonist
Album versions
Release date | Label | Catalog ID | Format | Description |
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March 15th, 2009 | Halo of Flies | HALO17 | 7" vinyl | Limited edition |
January 3rd, 2012 | Independent | Digital | Bandcamp |
Members | |
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Brian | Drums, Vocals |
Chris | Guitars, Vocals |
Cory | Vocals, Guitars |
Jesse | Bass, Vocals |
Tracks | |||
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Side A | |||
1. | The Culling to Come | 03:10 | |
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2. | Cathedrals | 03:12 | |
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Side B | |||
3. | Lost | 04:59 | |
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Inkblot Split Series Volume Two: Northless / Protestant
Album versions
Release date | Label | Catalog ID | Format | Description |
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April 14th, 2009 | Inkblot Records | IBR.010 | 7" vinyl | Limited edition |
2009 | Inkblot Records | IBR.010 | Digital | Bandcamp |
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Band members | |
Northless | |
Erik | Vocals, Guitars, Bass |
Daniel | Drums |
Protestant | |
Cory | Vocals, Guitars |
Jesse | Bass, Vocals |
Chris | Guitars, Vocals |
Brian | Drums, Vocals |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Shane Hochstetler | Engineering |
Trevor Sadler | Mastering |
Justin Perkins | Mastering |
Tracks | |||
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Side A | |||
1. | Northless - Temples of the Weak | 05:42 | Show lyrics |
Drown the one whose tears won’t fall In the face of the maker It’s not hard to face the cold beyond With a gun in your hands Constant echoes of reassurance Mark your path to heaven If the words of man don’t move you Then let pain make you believe Fall to your knees Read from your book of hate Taste the body that compels you In the temples of the weak Bury me with the false, long for disintegration Speak aloud the words Delivering the poison Cut me open now Lies where life should be Heretic |
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2. | Protestant - Ruin | 03:40 | |
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3. | Protestant - No Chance | 02:45 | |
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12:07 |
Judgements
Album versions
Release date | Label | Catalog ID | Format | Description |
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September 9th, 2010 | Halo of Flies | HALO 29 | 12" vinyl | Limited edition |
September 9th, 2010 | Halo of Flies | HALO 29 | Cassette | Limited edition, Red tape |
September 9th, 2010 | Shove Records | CD | ||
September 9th, 2010 | Vendetta Records | Vendetta 47 | 12" vinyl | Limited edition |
December 18th, 2014 | Vendetta Records | Digital |
Members | |
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Band members | |
Brian | Drums |
Chris | Guitars |
Cory | Vocals, Guitars |
Jesse | Bass |
Guest/Session | |
Shane | Guitars, Track 5 |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Shane Hochstetler | Recording |
Justin Perkins | Mastering |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Revenge | 02:33 | Show lyrics |
if you’d just wipe off that smirk and just look away. wring your filthy hands. line your pockets as long as you can the cracks will come and lines will be drawn. Chorus: this is what you get this is how you pay this is what you get you and yours... dead. the people you know will wash up on shores you can name there’s no place to hide in this sort of blame guilt pours down like a sheet, lies unravel, lying in wait. Chorus: this is what you get this is how you pay this is what you get you and yours... dead. doors and eyes will close favors, fortune dry up. the same means to an end that put you and the rest of us here. i hope you drown and i hope your children are found told, made to watch while they drag you out. wrap you in plastic and take you away. |
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2. | Covered | 02:52 | Show lyrics |
a cheap excuse copout and fall back first world problems soft hand decisions pillowed and padded sheltered and coddled well clothed. well read. entitled. entrusted. well fed. covered. ch: this excess looks young, lost and dumb. nary a care or a capful of smarts passing out and passing on. a life of chance gift and advances kept safe out of harms way charitable and mobile cherished and able well clothed. well read. entitled. entrusted. well fed. covered. chorus: this excess looks young, lost and dumb. nary a care or a capful of smarts passing out and passing on. turn up your nose leave your luxury to rot get eaten alive outside your locks and gates your complaints and cares worries and wares rich folk trifles i cant bear or hear |
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3. | Endurance | 02:28 | Show lyrics |
barely breathing and bandaged up how our hearts keep beating i couldnt tell its against us and we never win yet somehow we live we crawl and pull and take a fall for the sake of aching our way through weary and worn torn down, scarred up routined to death and sick making a last stand again and again haging our necks out with one eye open wincing and waiting to see if we lose our heads in these sweat soaked trials and broken back tasks we trudge on out of spite weary and worn torn down, scarred up routined to death and sick |
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4. | Capital | 02:13 | Show lyrics |
i want every acre burned to spite the restless and reckless who would have and have you believe that their great ideas and cherished things... are for sale if only you get in line as though means grows on trees we may sit hunkered down and safely home but we are always, always alone. i want bodies to fall out of the sky like a plague, like a storm for the sagging faces and hollow eyes that part the air on this cadaver cart on this cold meat tray for come what may and it will come we may sit hunkered down and safely home but we are always, always alone. as if luck falls from father to son for come what may and it will come it will come. |
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5. | Deserted | 03:06 | Show lyrics |
the death of the mom and pop big box pipedreams cattle calls of sure things new roads to nothing new the charmed life for the chosen few dead ends in the old down town halls full of men long dead relics lay rusting within doors ajar a time long past. a time long gone. walls push out nails a quiet protest on these deserted streets ties so cleanly and clearly cut emptiness stamped over fertile plots dead ends in the old downtown halls of of men long dead relics lay rusting within doors ajar a time long past. a time long gone. FUNERALS i got cracked in the face by another sick joke we hold our own hands and hold onto ghosts cheat on ourselves. get chipped away by our own lies, spite and hate it just gets silent and cold in spite of best attempts and good intent days turn south and heads turn down another memory to trip over and hold another way to kill ourselves from the inside out i start to collapse inside of thought we lean onto vice and cut our own throats forget everyone else, make sure no one gets close enough to catch the emptiness and depth of the hollow we call home in spite of best wishes and get wells years pass by and concern moves on another face to pass over and ignore another door gets closed, another fucking day as heartbreak and death cross paths it just gets silent and cold in this hollow we call home i cant remember i cant recall i dont care |
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6. | Funerals | 03:34 | |
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7. | Waste | 02:15 | Show lyrics |
block the sun with a hand to the sky a cry for help, a drink set aside hands searching for a hold on hope grabbing at air as teeth hit the floor Chorus: a wretched wreck a foul misstep life traps. death unchecked. abandoned. alone. the bottoms’ there (if you know where to hold) staring at clocks and faces as plain watching the night putting reason to sleep get everything to lose and nothin the same until ill health and time come looking to pay Chorus: a wretched wreck a foul misstep life traps. death unchecked recalling years that shrink and seem like days keeping score tally and mark as lessons and age ..tag dread and shame. |
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8. | Dustbowl | 02:41 | Show lyrics |
signs to nowhere and sinking holes promise defeated cold all bets are hedged on getting by birthrights die. grudges hold. this is where the bombs should drop the wash the last scraps to muddy graves and open fields america’s lost and found where cold dead hands hold bleached signs of progress made and sold auction off pride, house and home. take this misery off the map the backside of fortune the sudden dead end this is where nature wins x2 hunts out youth and settles up this is where the horizon stops (this is where) the sun sets a bit too quick where one marries oneself to death and wishes it all, it all would end what once was an open road is now a landfill of contempt |
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9. | Retirement | 03:52 | Show lyrics |
not a glimmer of hope for the numbers of us who have nothing more than an old story a short obit no imprint to call our own no sign to mark our path a repeating call to watch the clock we stay on our toes. CH its a turn for the worse in these trying times we’re falling ill as we fall in line our former glories and past triumphs all mean nothing. we’re broken men. content to do nothing comfort’s a hell of a drug killing ourselves as days grow to years. CH its a turn for the worse in these trying times we’re falling ill as we fall in line obliged to accept what we have left hanging our hats on what we can get drowning in the lack anything better to do. |
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Stalemate
Album versions
Release date | Label | Catalog ID | Format | Description |
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September 16th, 2011 | Halo of Flies | HALO38 | 10" vinyl | Limited edition |
January 3rd, 2012 | Independent | Digital | Bandcamp |
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Band members | |
Brian | Drums, Vocals |
Chris | Guitars, Vocals |
Cory | Vocals, Guitars |
Jesse | Bass, Vocals |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Shane Hochstetler | Recording |
Tracks | |||
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Side A | |||
1. | Nothing Left | 03:06 | |
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2. | Passing On | 03:12 | |
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3. | Misplace | 03:58 | |
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4. | Corners | 03:56 | |
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5. | Regrets | 03:05 | |
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6. | Swindle | 03:49 | |
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21:06 |
Protestant / Suffering Mind
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Band members | |
Suffering Mind | |
Daro | Drums |
Kuchar | Guitars |
Cielen | Bass |
Radek | Vocals, Lyrics |
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Magda | Translation |
Daro | Mastering |
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1. | Protestant - No Peace | 01:55 | Show lyrics |
No Peace: It’s when the old and new argue and agree For the quick and sly to come down dead As the only real outcome of any real use They’ve got their hands full In crisis we keep Dig deep Get results Avenge all in need Make no peace It’s when the eyes go dark and we stop crying for a hand to hold Waiting for help up If those in hiding are forced outside There will be hell to pay and more In crisis we keep Dig deep Get results Avenge all in need Make no peace Bleed and spill blood well Take back everything I don’t care. They never cared. No freedom. No life. No peace. Nie ma pokoju: To wtedy gdy starzy I nowi sprzeczaja sie I dochodza do porozumienia Ze szybcy I przebiegli powinni pasc martwi Jedynym prawdziwie wartosciowym produktem bedzie fakt Ze maja pelne rece Podtrzymujemy kryzys. Kop gleboko, kop gleboko. Zbieraj wyniki, pomscij wszystkich, ktorzy sa w potrzebie Nie ustanawiaj pokoju To wtedy gdy oczy zachodza mrokiem i przestajemy blagac o reke, ktora mozemy zlapac Czekajac na pociπgniecie w gore Jesli pozostajacy w ukryciu zmuszeni sa wyjsc Bedzie mocno przejebane Podtrzymujemy kryzys. Kop gleboko, kop gleboko. Zbieraj wyniki, pomscij wszystkich, ktorzy sa w potrzebie Nie ustanawiaj pokoju Krwaw I przelewaj krew Odbieraj wszystko Nie dbam o to. Oni nigdy nie dbaja. Nie ma wolnosci. Nie ma zycia. Nie ma pokoju. |
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2. | Protestant - A Sheep In Wolves Clothing | 00:39 | Show lyrics |
A Sheep in Wolves Clothing: A facially motivated curb stomping To remove that grin once and for all I hope you enjoy the taste of teeth And can stomach gallons of blood Keep hiding behind your costume, fuck! I know what you truly are A sheep in wolves clothing Wilki w owczych skorach: Umotywowane twoja twarza butowanie By zetrzec ci ten usmiech raz na zawsze Mam nadzieje, ze lubisz smak zebow I potrafisz strawic galony krwi Chowaj sie dalej za swoim kostiumem, kurwa! Wiem czym naprawde jestes Owca w wilczej skorze |
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3. | Suffering Mind - Obudzony | 01:05 | Show lyrics |
Obudzony: To idzie bardzo szybko To zamierza cie zabic To zaraza Jebana plaga Ktora zzera wszystko Zobacz w co uwierzyles Zobacz, co widzisz? Schyl sie i powachaj gowno W ktorym tkwisz po kolana Wieczne zdziwienie Brak jakichkolwiek konkluzji Nadzieja matka twoja glupcze Awaken: It’s coming fast It’s going to kill you It’s a plague A fuckin’ pest Devouring everything Look what you’ve believed in Look, what do you see? Bend down to smell The shit that’s up to your knees Endless astonishment Lack of any conclusions Hope’s the mother of the fool |
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4. | Suffering Mind - Martwica Mozgu | 01:22 | Show lyrics |
Martwica Mozgu: Otepialy umysl Niezdolny do obserwacji Nawet najblizszego otoczenia Martwy mozg Niezdolny do myslenia Cycie ograniczone Horyzontem zysku Wartosci ustanowione Przez hierarchie wladzy Akceptacja wlasnej bezmyslnosci Martwy mozg na spolecznym piedestale Brain Necrosis: Dumb mind Unable to observe Even the closest surroundings Dead brain Unable to think Life limited By the horizon of profits Values established By the hierarchical authorities Acceptance of your own narrow-mindedness Dead mind on a social pedestal |
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05:01 |
Reclamation
Album versions
Release date | Label | Catalog ID | Format | Description |
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September 21st, 2012 | Halo of Flies | HALO50 / CR013 | 12" vinyl | Limited edition |
September 8th, 2012 | Halo of Flies | Digital | ||
December 2012 | Halo of Flies | HALO50 / CR013 | 12" vinyl | Limited edition |
December 2012 | Halo of Flies | HALO50 | 12" vinyl | Limited edition, Clear vinyl |
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Band members | |
Brian | Drums |
Chris | Guitars |
Cory | Vocals, Guitars |
Jesse | Bass |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Carl Saff | Mastering |
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1. | Home | 03:32 | Show lyrics |
dusty roads and dead ends graves and grudges run over and thin, paint peeled back and worn keepsakes unkempt hand me downs all the past built over, disowned everything’s gone stories and tales torn and frayed houses and homes already gone glories, yellow and fade etched into stones upturned... and lost crossed off and rewritten names they all forgot prices we pay for for leaving. for staying, memories wasting space, the long way home the ties that bind us the ground we walk upon buried years and feet beneath our share of mortality |
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2. | Jan Palach | 02:45 | Show lyrics |
a war on reason fanatics and secrets and the beds they make but not a straight face in this place thinks you’re safe a fight to save whats left to hold, to take something back wealth and distance and all it may afford cant occupy the future or the minds of those who must bear your weight there will be something afoot and fucked as long as you stand and you’ll take rocks to the head a fight to save whats left to hold, to take something back to take something back where means meet end where making something means an end to take something back means something at the end of the day when we quiet the beasts you lead and you lose the streets we take back our lives our means |
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3. | Reclamation | 04:40 | Show lyrics |
as like leaves we are thrown afield and like birds in a row we are tossed to the ground whispers and sighs from those all around.... as dust is lifted afoot we fill greater rolls of the rank and file like the unwashed, callow youth, of simpler times we straddle heart, and naivete artless and frail, and looking too close born outcast and pariah if wolves are to sheep what beast is to prey we’ve become both the huddled masses locked away we clutch hope, weak kneed clueless and shaken, turned inside out out of touch outclassed. huddled masses locked away we clutch hope weak kneed clueless and shaken, turned inside out out of touch. outclassed. if wolves are to sheep what beast is to prey we’ve become both. huddled masses locked away we clutch hope weak kneed if wolves are to sheep what beast is to prey we’ve become both. |
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4. | Unbecoming | 04:47 | Show lyrics |
my empty stare speaks of endless nights (that) drag another day into another day hit another and lie awake waiting for comfort, respite flights of fancy and escape dull and lull and wish away cheap distractions, cute and clever cant dismiss the toils of ungraceful age... an impatient look a glare at days before and to come piled on top of weeks and years. the calendar baits. cant dismiss the trials of ungraceful age... and contempt one could taste a spiteful drag, towards a face towards a place and all those things in the way. hate on top of hate. endless venom, disdain the violence; endless. i cant breathe , i cant see and i’ll die this way |
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5. | Salad Days | 03:54 | Show lyrics |
we dance, to funeral songs rename the games we play make careless useless claims we deny past mistakes and tell tall tales. strengthen lies. deepen holes .in which we hide as our way out grows close copping out is how we cope we raise glasses high bear witness to misdeed, praise failure in spades we train ourselves to think we’re always ready got it all worked out we know nothing and less indifference. halfway there. (and) already dead as our way out grows close copping out is how we cope and so it goes. and so it ends. lifetimes spent waiting, wasted. already dead. |
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19:38 |
In Thy Name
Album versions
Release date | Label | Catalog ID | Format | Description |
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July 14th, 2014 | Halo of Flies | HALO73 | 12" vinyl | Limited edition |
August 15th, 2014 | Throatruiner Ṙecords | THRT044 | 12" vinyl | |
October 25th, 2014 | Independent | Digital | Bandcamp |
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Brian | Drums |
Chris | Guitars |
Cory | Vocals, Guitars |
Jesse | Bass |
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1. | Vengeance | 04:13 | |
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2. | Carrion | 03:06 | |
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3. | Never Forget | 02:42 | |
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4. | Vultures | 03:30 | |
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5. | Blood | 04:19 | |
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6. | In Thy Name / Hell’s Insanity | 04:32 | |
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7. | Forfeit | 03:28 | |
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8. | Delusion | 04:15 | |
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30:05 |
Make Peace with the Rope You Hang From
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Brian | Drums |
Chris | Guitars |
Cory | Vocals, Guitars |
Erik | Bass |
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1. | Fuck Me Eyes | 07:36 | |
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2. | Make Peace with the Rope You Hang From | 04:13 | |
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3. | You Have Beautiful Dead Children | 03:38 | |
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4. | Monuments | 04:52 | |
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5. | We Know Where You Sleep | 02:56 | |
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6. | Cry on Your Own Time | 04:20 | |
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27:35 |
Make Peace with the Rope You Hang From
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Brian | Drums |
Chris | Guitars |
Cory | Vocals, Guitars |
Erik | Bass |
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1. | Fuck Me Eyes | 07:36 | |
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2. | Make Peace with the Rope You Hang From | 04:13 | |
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3. | You Have Beautiful Dead Children | 03:38 | |
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4. | Monuments | 04:52 | |
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5. | We Know Where You Sleep | 02:56 | |
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6. | Cry on Your Own Time | 04:20 | |
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27:35 |
Protestant
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Brian | Drums |
Chris | Guitars |
Cory | Vocals, Guitars |
Jesse | Bass |
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1. | We Race to the Bottom | 02:12 | |
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2. | Long for Nothing | 03:30 | |
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Side B | |||
3. | Time Will Beat Us | 03:10 | |
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08:52 |
Protestant
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Brian | Drums |
Chris | Guitars |
Cory | Vocals, Guitars |
Jesse | Bass |
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1. | We Race to the Bottom | 02:12 | |
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2. | Long for Nothing | 03:30 | |
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3. | Time Will Beat Us | 03:10 | |
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08:52 |
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1. | We’re All in This Alone | 04:21 | |
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2. | We Race to the Bottom | 02:13 | |
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3. | As Dead as We Look | 03:25 | |
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4. | Fuck Me Eyes | 04:57 | |
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5. | Sick Fuckin’ o | 02:22 | |
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6. | Sick & Tired | 00:43 | |
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7. | Ready to Fight | 00:59 | |
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19:00 |
Covers / Live
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1. | We’re All in This Alone | 04:21 | |
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2. | We Race to the Bottom | 02:13 | |
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3. | As Dead as We Look | 03:25 | |
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4. | Fuck Me Eyes | 04:57 | |
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5. | Sick Fuckin’ o | 02:22 | |
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6. | Sick & Tired | 00:43 | |
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7. | Ready to Fight | 00:59 | |
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19:00 |
The Hate. The Hollow.
Members | |
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Band members | |
Brian | Drums, Vocals |
Chris | Guitars, Vocals |
Cory | Vocals, Guitars |
Jesse | Bass, Vocals |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Shane Hochstetler | Recording |
Trevor Sadler | Mastering |
Chris | Artwork |
Tracks | |||
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Side A | |||
1. | Disbelief | 03:30 | Show lyrics |
Living in Hell/who will carry the load? Millions of indulgences/will save us from this place? Hope is lost/my will is beaten Fingerbang the dried up wounds/trying to keep this place alive Left with no choice but to turn my back/ Forever. Forever. Bore the weight for too long/Nothing in return Surely we will all suffocate/On our good intentions No Life Left/Everything’s dead around me Biting our feet off at the ankle/Just to run free Left with no choice but to turn my back/Forever. Forever. Bore the weight for too long/Nothing in return Nothing sounds louder than my disbelief I now down/I live the lie Try to wash my hands of it/But it won’t come off Contempt, disgust/Its not enough I can’t put to words/The feeling I have for life Left with no choice but to turn my back/Forever. Forever. Bore this weight for too long/Nothing in return |
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2. | The Hate. The Hollow | 02:52 | Show lyrics |
Blind sided and cold/Fucking sick and pissed I want some revenge/A little bit of death Inside the bright lights/Can you feel it? Inside your snow-globe lives? The hate. The hollow. The distance left between and behind I resent everything. Every time. Empty eyes and subtle nods/A romantic little world I want to end/Cute plans and plaintive smiles You’re so fucking sweet/You’re a fucking corpse The hate. The hollow. The distance left between and behind I resent everything. Every time. All the glad-handling/And all of the bliss Warm and content/Is there something I missed? How many looks and stares to say I don’t fucking care? The hate. The hollow. The distance left between and behind I resent everything. Every time. |
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3. | Disgrace | 03:45 | Show lyrics |
Praise the best that laid down the paths we walk upon Commerce stoking the hard-ons of fuckers in business cas’ Casually thumbing an ’its all good’ To the sound of ’its better here’ Amongst burnt out cars you’ll tell yourself anything Unsheathe the swords of ruin/Pour the blood its currency The drugs that rot our teeth, our std’s./Our badge of courage We’re buried and over all dead and gone Our suffering well deserved Laid on thick, a coat of harms/Suits of all types, blood types Wash like rain through broken streets/Dead ends mark the end Crowds may gather and dream/Under warm forgiving sheets If there’s a will to triumph/Our will is done Unsheathe the swords of ruin/Pour the blood, its currency The drugs that rot our teeth, our std’s/Our badge of courage We’re buried and over all dead and gone Our suffering well deserved/Teach your children To succumb to shame/And accept the death of our race |
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4. | Neglect | 02:08 | Show lyrics |
I’m carving darkness out of the sky Every square inch/Every fucking breath I wanna live unknown/Die unknown All I’ve got is pictures, places and eyes Inside are rotting and bound to bleed out Guts going empty, glory long/Failures success Regret and loss and ruined time/This is goodbye I take shit care [of myself] cause I just don’t Aging either way, going into the ground Insides are rotting and bound to bleed out Guts going empty, glory long/Failures success Regret and loss and ruined time I couldn’t care less/This is goodbye Insides are rotting and bound to bleed out Guts going empty, glory long/Failures success |
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5. | Obituary | 05:23 | Show lyrics |
All the shades of living/All the slices of life Are disposed of outright/Cause its give up or shit up Losing’s the same/Another byline. Another dot on the page. A suicide in sections/A deathwish repeats Waiting for dreams to die All the aches and pains/Irritation and disdain Absorbed as rote and routine/Cause it’s take it or leave And leaving’s a shame/Another guilt trip. Another way to pay A suicide in sections/A deathwish repeats Waiting for dreams to die Time is hell/Days keep living Taking my world out/No one. No name. |
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6. | A Smaller World | 03:31 | Show lyrics |
I want a smaller world/Wanna pull down the sun I want to see your idols fall/Whoever, whenever Speed up the slow death/Stoke disasters fire/tragedies coming I want the past to eat the present/To take back what it gave I want to see a world in a new light Smaller, lighter and short on makind Speed up the slow death/Stoke disasters fire/Tragedies coming We’re all fucking dead I want to scream/Here’s effect/You’re the cause Pay fucking up I want a smaller world/I want a blanket of death Want to see revenge take shape [on us] For fucking up fucking everything Speed up slow death/Stoke disaster fire/Tragedies coming |
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7. | Free Us from... | 03:37 | Show lyrics |
Paint these rooms/Cover failures stain Mask the smell of piss and shit/Dusted off tombs, robbing our light Dress our wounds/With the bandages of thieves Let us breathe free/And free us from this light Unpassable oceans of plague/Lives emulated Give up under skies/Never had any dreams Passion released/Missed our ride outta this city, left to... Dress our wounds/With the bandages of thieves Let us breathe free/And free us from this light We will bathe in the darkness/Our death the only release Our legacy is nothing but dust |
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8. | Disowned | 02:36 | Show lyrics |
With my hands in the air I’ve tried to make a point That everything we’re making and everything we’ve made Is a slap in the fucking face A tipped headstone on an open grave We’ll pave the way for space to "save" This is a rip-off/And we fight to win We’re running at a loss/Betting that we live With this I wish/That we were thinking first But with nothing to protect/We’re shut up and fucking mute We’ll bluff ourselves off a cliff/Run this shit to the ground Pull every trigger pull every punch Hail Mary’s without a chance in Hell This is a rip-off/And we cheat to win We’re running at a loss/Betting that we live Here’s to giving up and knowing when to quit We’re running at a loss/Betting that we live [As we regress none of us are worth saving] With my hands in the air I’ve tried to make a point That everything we’re making and everything we’ve made Is a slap in the fucking face A tipped headstone on an open grave We’ll pave the way for space to pave This is a rip-off/And we cheat to win We’re running at a loss/Betting that we win |
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9. | Asleep | 05:45 | Show lyrics |
My heart slows and breaks/As I sit and watch A sleep of a kind/Another day goes by.. A shutting down. A rest. Withdrawal. Surrender. Defeat. A sea of dispassion so deep/ can barely breathe An anxious rage pooling at the edge of rage Callow. Callous. Mean. Time needs to get out of the way Time needs to break My head swims and bows/As I feel the lines on my face A sign of wear and tear/A breaking off of what’s left Betrayal. Regret. Time needs to get out of the way Time needs to break |
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33:07 |
The Hate. The Hollow.
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Brian | Drums, Vocals |
Chris | Guitars, Vocals |
Cory | Vocals, Guitars |
Jesse | Bass, Vocals |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Shane Hochstetler | Recording |
Trevor Sadler | Mastering |
Chris | Artwork |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Disbelief | 03:30 | Show lyrics |
Living in Hell/who will carry the load? Millions of indulgences/will save us from this place? Hope is lost/my will is beaten Fingerbang the dried up wounds/trying to keep this place alive Left with no choice but to turn my back/ Forever. Forever. Bore the weight for too long/Nothing in return Surely we will all suffocate/On our good intentions No Life Left/Everything’s dead around me Biting our feet off at the ankle/Just to run free Left with no choice but to turn my back/Forever. Forever. Bore the weight for too long/Nothing in return Nothing sounds louder than my disbelief I now down/I live the lie Try to wash my hands of it/But it won’t come off Contempt, disgust/Its not enough I can’t put to words/The feeling I have for life Left with no choice but to turn my back/Forever. Forever. Bore this weight for too long/Nothing in return |
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2. | The Hate. The Hollow | 02:52 | Show lyrics |
Blind sided and cold/Fucking sick and pissed I want some revenge/A little bit of death Inside the bright lights/Can you feel it? Inside your snow-globe lives? The hate. The hollow. The distance left between and behind I resent everything. Every time. Empty eyes and subtle nods/A romantic little world I want to end/Cute plans and plaintive smiles You’re so fucking sweet/You’re a fucking corpse The hate. The hollow. The distance left between and behind I resent everything. Every time. All the glad-handling/And all of the bliss Warm and content/Is there something I missed? How many looks and stares to say I don’t fucking care? The hate. The hollow. The distance left between and behind I resent everything. Every time. |
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3. | Disgrace | 03:45 | Show lyrics |
Praise the best that laid down the paths we walk upon Commerce stoking the hard-ons of fuckers in business cas’ Casually thumbing an ’its all good’ To the sound of ’its better here’ Amongst burnt out cars you’ll tell yourself anything Unsheathe the swords of ruin/Pour the blood its currency The drugs that rot our teeth, our std’s./Our badge of courage We’re buried and over all dead and gone Our suffering well deserved Laid on thick, a coat of harms/Suits of all types, blood types Wash like rain through broken streets/Dead ends mark the end Crowds may gather and dream/Under warm forgiving sheets If there’s a will to triumph/Our will is done Unsheathe the swords of ruin/Pour the blood, its currency The drugs that rot our teeth, our std’s/Our badge of courage We’re buried and over all dead and gone Our suffering well deserved/Teach your children To succumb to shame/And accept the death of our race |
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4. | Neglect | 02:08 | Show lyrics |
I’m carving darkness out of the sky Every square inch/Every fucking breath I wanna live unknown/Die unknown All I’ve got is pictures, places and eyes Inside are rotting and bound to bleed out Guts going empty, glory long/Failures success Regret and loss and ruined time/This is goodbye I take shit care [of myself] cause I just don’t Aging either way, going into the ground Insides are rotting and bound to bleed out Guts going empty, glory long/Failures success Regret and loss and ruined time I couldn’t care less/This is goodbye Insides are rotting and bound to bleed out Guts going empty, glory long/Failures success |
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5. | Obituary | 05:23 | Show lyrics |
All the shades of living/All the slices of life Are disposed of outright/Cause its give up or shit up Losing’s the same/Another byline. Another dot on the page. A suicide in sections/A deathwish repeats Waiting for dreams to die All the aches and pains/Irritation and disdain Absorbed as rote and routine/Cause it’s take it or leave And leaving’s a shame/Another guilt trip. Another way to pay A suicide in sections/A deathwish repeats Waiting for dreams to die Time is hell/Days keep living Taking my world out/No one. No name. |
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6. | A Smaller World | 03:31 | Show lyrics |
I want a smaller world/Wanna pull down the sun I want to see your idols fall/Whoever, whenever Speed up the slow death/Stoke disasters fire/tragedies coming I want the past to eat the present/To take back what it gave I want to see a world in a new light Smaller, lighter and short on makind Speed up the slow death/Stoke disasters fire/Tragedies coming We’re all fucking dead I want to scream/Here’s effect/You’re the cause Pay fucking up I want a smaller world/I want a blanket of death Want to see revenge take shape [on us] For fucking up fucking everything Speed up slow death/Stoke disaster fire/Tragedies coming |
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7. | Free Us from... | 03:37 | Show lyrics |
Paint these rooms/Cover failures stain Mask the smell of piss and shit/Dusted off tombs, robbing our light Dress our wounds/With the bandages of thieves Let us breathe free/And free us from this light Unpassable oceans of plague/Lives emulated Give up under skies/Never had any dreams Passion released/Missed our ride outta this city, left to... Dress our wounds/With the bandages of thieves Let us breathe free/And free us from this light We will bathe in the darkness/Our death the only release Our legacy is nothing but dust |
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8. | Disowned | 02:36 | Show lyrics |
With my hands in the air I’ve tried to make a point That everything we’re making and everything we’ve made Is a slap in the fucking face A tipped headstone on an open grave We’ll pave the way for space to "save" This is a rip-off/And we fight to win We’re running at a loss/Betting that we live With this I wish/That we were thinking first But with nothing to protect/We’re shut up and fucking mute We’ll bluff ourselves off a cliff/Run this shit to the ground Pull every trigger pull every punch Hail Mary’s without a chance in Hell This is a rip-off/And we cheat to win We’re running at a loss/Betting that we live Here’s to giving up and knowing when to quit We’re running at a loss/Betting that we live [As we regress none of us are worth saving] With my hands in the air I’ve tried to make a point That everything we’re making and everything we’ve made Is a slap in the fucking face A tipped headstone on an open grave We’ll pave the way for space to pave This is a rip-off/And we cheat to win We’re running at a loss/Betting that we win |
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9. | Asleep | 05:45 | Show lyrics |
My heart slows and breaks/As I sit and watch A sleep of a kind/Another day goes by.. A shutting down. A rest. Withdrawal. Surrender. Defeat. A sea of dispassion so deep/ can barely breathe An anxious rage pooling at the edge of rage Callow. Callous. Mean. Time needs to get out of the way Time needs to break My head swims and bows/As I feel the lines on my face A sign of wear and tear/A breaking off of what’s left Betrayal. Regret. Time needs to get out of the way Time needs to break |
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33:07 |
The Hate. The Hollow.
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Brian | Drums, Vocals |
Chris | Guitars, Vocals |
Cory | Vocals, Guitars |
Jesse | Bass, Vocals |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Shane Hochstetler | Recording |
Trevor Sadler | Mastering |
Chris | Artwork |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Disbelief | 03:30 | Show lyrics |
Living in Hell/who will carry the load? Millions of indulgences/will save us from this place? Hope is lost/my will is beaten Fingerbang the dried up wounds/trying to keep this place alive Left with no choice but to turn my back/ Forever. Forever. Bore the weight for too long/Nothing in return Surely we will all suffocate/On our good intentions No Life Left/Everything’s dead around me Biting our feet off at the ankle/Just to run free Left with no choice but to turn my back/Forever. Forever. Bore the weight for too long/Nothing in return Nothing sounds louder than my disbelief I now down/I live the lie Try to wash my hands of it/But it won’t come off Contempt, disgust/Its not enough I can’t put to words/The feeling I have for life Left with no choice but to turn my back/Forever. Forever. Bore this weight for too long/Nothing in return |
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2. | The Hate. The Hollow | 02:52 | Show lyrics |
Blind sided and cold/Fucking sick and pissed I want some revenge/A little bit of death Inside the bright lights/Can you feel it? Inside your snow-globe lives? The hate. The hollow. The distance left between and behind I resent everything. Every time. Empty eyes and subtle nods/A romantic little world I want to end/Cute plans and plaintive smiles You’re so fucking sweet/You’re a fucking corpse The hate. The hollow. The distance left between and behind I resent everything. Every time. All the glad-handling/And all of the bliss Warm and content/Is there something I missed? How many looks and stares to say I don’t fucking care? The hate. The hollow. The distance left between and behind I resent everything. Every time. |
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3. | Disgrace | 03:45 | Show lyrics |
Praise the best that laid down the paths we walk upon Commerce stoking the hard-ons of fuckers in business cas’ Casually thumbing an ’its all good’ To the sound of ’its better here’ Amongst burnt out cars you’ll tell yourself anything Unsheathe the swords of ruin/Pour the blood its currency The drugs that rot our teeth, our std’s./Our badge of courage We’re buried and over all dead and gone Our suffering well deserved Laid on thick, a coat of harms/Suits of all types, blood types Wash like rain through broken streets/Dead ends mark the end Crowds may gather and dream/Under warm forgiving sheets If there’s a will to triumph/Our will is done Unsheathe the swords of ruin/Pour the blood, its currency The drugs that rot our teeth, our std’s/Our badge of courage We’re buried and over all dead and gone Our suffering well deserved/Teach your children To succumb to shame/And accept the death of our race |
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4. | Neglect | 02:08 | Show lyrics |
I’m carving darkness out of the sky Every square inch/Every fucking breath I wanna live unknown/Die unknown All I’ve got is pictures, places and eyes Inside are rotting and bound to bleed out Guts going empty, glory long/Failures success Regret and loss and ruined time/This is goodbye I take shit care [of myself] cause I just don’t Aging either way, going into the ground Insides are rotting and bound to bleed out Guts going empty, glory long/Failures success Regret and loss and ruined time I couldn’t care less/This is goodbye Insides are rotting and bound to bleed out Guts going empty, glory long/Failures success |
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5. | Obituary | 05:23 | Show lyrics |
All the shades of living/All the slices of life Are disposed of outright/Cause its give up or shit up Losing’s the same/Another byline. Another dot on the page. A suicide in sections/A deathwish repeats Waiting for dreams to die All the aches and pains/Irritation and disdain Absorbed as rote and routine/Cause it’s take it or leave And leaving’s a shame/Another guilt trip. Another way to pay A suicide in sections/A deathwish repeats Waiting for dreams to die Time is hell/Days keep living Taking my world out/No one. No name. |
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6. | A Smaller World | 03:31 | Show lyrics |
I want a smaller world/Wanna pull down the sun I want to see your idols fall/Whoever, whenever Speed up the slow death/Stoke disasters fire/tragedies coming I want the past to eat the present/To take back what it gave I want to see a world in a new light Smaller, lighter and short on makind Speed up the slow death/Stoke disasters fire/Tragedies coming We’re all fucking dead I want to scream/Here’s effect/You’re the cause Pay fucking up I want a smaller world/I want a blanket of death Want to see revenge take shape [on us] For fucking up fucking everything Speed up slow death/Stoke disaster fire/Tragedies coming |
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7. | Free Us from... | 03:37 | Show lyrics |
Paint these rooms/Cover failures stain Mask the smell of piss and shit/Dusted off tombs, robbing our light Dress our wounds/With the bandages of thieves Let us breathe free/And free us from this light Unpassable oceans of plague/Lives emulated Give up under skies/Never had any dreams Passion released/Missed our ride outta this city, left to... Dress our wounds/With the bandages of thieves Let us breathe free/And free us from this light We will bathe in the darkness/Our death the only release Our legacy is nothing but dust |
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8. | Disowned | 02:36 | Show lyrics |
With my hands in the air I’ve tried to make a point That everything we’re making and everything we’ve made Is a slap in the fucking face A tipped headstone on an open grave We’ll pave the way for space to "save" This is a rip-off/And we fight to win We’re running at a loss/Betting that we live With this I wish/That we were thinking first But with nothing to protect/We’re shut up and fucking mute We’ll bluff ourselves off a cliff/Run this shit to the ground Pull every trigger pull every punch Hail Mary’s without a chance in Hell This is a rip-off/And we cheat to win We’re running at a loss/Betting that we live Here’s to giving up and knowing when to quit We’re running at a loss/Betting that we live [As we regress none of us are worth saving] With my hands in the air I’ve tried to make a point That everything we’re making and everything we’ve made Is a slap in the fucking face A tipped headstone on an open grave We’ll pave the way for space to pave This is a rip-off/And we cheat to win We’re running at a loss/Betting that we win |
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9. | Asleep | 05:45 | Show lyrics |
My heart slows and breaks/As I sit and watch A sleep of a kind/Another day goes by.. A shutting down. A rest. Withdrawal. Surrender. Defeat. A sea of dispassion so deep/ can barely breathe An anxious rage pooling at the edge of rage Callow. Callous. Mean. Time needs to get out of the way Time needs to break My head swims and bows/As I feel the lines on my face A sign of wear and tear/A breaking off of what’s left Betrayal. Regret. Time needs to get out of the way Time needs to break |
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33:07 |
Antagonist
Members | |
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Brian | Drums, Vocals |
Chris | Guitars, Vocals |
Cory | Vocals, Guitars |
Jesse | Bass, Vocals |
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Side A | |||
1. | The Culling to Come | 03:10 | |
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2. | Cathedrals | 03:12 | |
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3. | Lost | 04:59 | |
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11:21 |
Antagonist
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Brian | Drums, Vocals |
Chris | Guitars, Vocals |
Cory | Vocals, Guitars |
Jesse | Bass, Vocals |
Tracks | |||
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1. | The Culling to Come | 03:10 | |
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2. | Cathedrals | 03:12 | |
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3. | Lost | 04:59 | |
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11:21 |
Inkblot Split Series Volume Two: Northless / Protestant
Members | |
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Band members | |
Northless | |
Erik | Vocals, Guitars, Bass |
Daniel | Drums |
Protestant | |
Cory | Vocals, Guitars |
Jesse | Bass, Vocals |
Chris | Guitars, Vocals |
Brian | Drums, Vocals |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Shane Hochstetler | Engineering |
Trevor Sadler | Mastering |
Justin Perkins | Mastering |
Tracks | |||
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Side A | |||
1. | Northless - Temples of the Weak | 05:42 | Show lyrics |
Drown the one whose tears won’t fall In the face of the maker It’s not hard to face the cold beyond With a gun in your hands Constant echoes of reassurance Mark your path to heaven If the words of man don’t move you Then let pain make you believe Fall to your knees Read from your book of hate Taste the body that compels you In the temples of the weak Bury me with the false, long for disintegration Speak aloud the words Delivering the poison Cut me open now Lies where life should be Heretic |
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Side B | |||
2. | Protestant - Ruin | 03:40 | |
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3. | Protestant - No Chance | 02:45 | |
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12:07 |
Inkblot Split Series Volume Two: Northless / Protestant
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Northless | |
Erik | Vocals, Guitars, Bass |
Daniel | Drums |
Protestant | |
Jesse | Bass, Vocals |
Chris | Guitars, Vocals |
Brian | Drums, Vocals |
Cory | Vocals, Guitars |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Shane Hochstetler | Engineering |
Trevor Sadler | Mastering |
Justin Perkins | Mastering |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Northless - Temples of the Weak | 05:46 | Show lyrics |
Drown the one whose tears won’t fall In the face of the maker It’s not hard to face the cold beyond With a gun in your hands Constant echoes of reassurance Mark your path to heaven If the words of man don’t move you Then let pain make you believe Fall to your knees Read from your book of hate Taste the body that compels you In the temples of the weak Bury me with the false, long for disintegration Speak aloud the words Delivering the poison Cut me open now Lies where life should be Heretic |
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2. | Protestant - Ruin | 03:40 | |
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3. | Protestant - No Chance | 02:46 | |
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12:12 |
Judgements
Members | |
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Band members | |
Brian | Drums |
Chris | Guitars |
Cory | Vocals, Guitars |
Jesse | Bass |
Guest/Session | |
Shane | Guitars, Track 5 |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Shane Hochstetler | Recording |
Justin Perkins | Mastering |
Tracks | |||
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Side A | |||
1. | Revenge | 02:33 | Show lyrics |
if you’d just wipe off that smirk and just look away. wring your filthy hands. line your pockets as long as you can the cracks will come and lines will be drawn. Chorus: this is what you get this is how you pay this is what you get you and yours... dead. the people you know will wash up on shores you can name there’s no place to hide in this sort of blame guilt pours down like a sheet, lies unravel, lying in wait. Chorus: this is what you get this is how you pay this is what you get you and yours... dead. doors and eyes will close favors, fortune dry up. the same means to an end that put you and the rest of us here. i hope you drown and i hope your children are found told, made to watch while they drag you out. wrap you in plastic and take you away. |
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2. | Covered | 02:52 | Show lyrics |
a cheap excuse copout and fall back first world problems soft hand decisions pillowed and padded sheltered and coddled well clothed. well read. entitled. entrusted. well fed. covered. ch: this excess looks young, lost and dumb. nary a care or a capful of smarts passing out and passing on. a life of chance gift and advances kept safe out of harms way charitable and mobile cherished and able well clothed. well read. entitled. entrusted. well fed. covered. chorus: this excess looks young, lost and dumb. nary a care or a capful of smarts passing out and passing on. turn up your nose leave your luxury to rot get eaten alive outside your locks and gates your complaints and cares worries and wares rich folk trifles i cant bear or hear |
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3. | Endurance | 02:28 | Show lyrics |
barely breathing and bandaged up how our hearts keep beating i couldnt tell its against us and we never win yet somehow we live we crawl and pull and take a fall for the sake of aching our way through weary and worn torn down, scarred up routined to death and sick making a last stand again and again haging our necks out with one eye open wincing and waiting to see if we lose our heads in these sweat soaked trials and broken back tasks we trudge on out of spite weary and worn torn down, scarred up routined to death and sick |
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4. | Capital | 02:13 | Show lyrics |
i want every acre burned to spite the restless and reckless who would have and have you believe that their great ideas and cherished things... are for sale if only you get in line as though means grows on trees we may sit hunkered down and safely home but we are always, always alone. i want bodies to fall out of the sky like a plague, like a storm for the sagging faces and hollow eyes that part the air on this cadaver cart on this cold meat tray for come what may and it will come we may sit hunkered down and safely home but we are always, always alone. as if luck falls from father to son for come what may and it will come it will come. |
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5. | Deserted | 03:06 | Show lyrics |
the death of the mom and pop big box pipedreams cattle calls of sure things new roads to nothing new the charmed life for the chosen few dead ends in the old down town halls full of men long dead relics lay rusting within doors ajar a time long past. a time long gone. walls push out nails a quiet protest on these deserted streets ties so cleanly and clearly cut emptiness stamped over fertile plots dead ends in the old downtown halls of of men long dead relics lay rusting within doors ajar a time long past. a time long gone. FUNERALS i got cracked in the face by another sick joke we hold our own hands and hold onto ghosts cheat on ourselves. get chipped away by our own lies, spite and hate it just gets silent and cold in spite of best attempts and good intent days turn south and heads turn down another memory to trip over and hold another way to kill ourselves from the inside out i start to collapse inside of thought we lean onto vice and cut our own throats forget everyone else, make sure no one gets close enough to catch the emptiness and depth of the hollow we call home in spite of best wishes and get wells years pass by and concern moves on another face to pass over and ignore another door gets closed, another fucking day as heartbreak and death cross paths it just gets silent and cold in this hollow we call home i cant remember i cant recall i dont care |
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Side B | |||
6. | Funerals | 03:34 | |
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7. | Waste | 02:15 | Show lyrics |
block the sun with a hand to the sky a cry for help, a drink set aside hands searching for a hold on hope grabbing at air as teeth hit the floor Chorus: a wretched wreck a foul misstep life traps. death unchecked. abandoned. alone. the bottoms’ there (if you know where to hold) staring at clocks and faces as plain watching the night putting reason to sleep get everything to lose and nothin the same until ill health and time come looking to pay Chorus: a wretched wreck a foul misstep life traps. death unchecked recalling years that shrink and seem like days keeping score tally and mark as lessons and age ..tag dread and shame. |
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8. | Dustbowl | 02:41 | Show lyrics |
signs to nowhere and sinking holes promise defeated cold all bets are hedged on getting by birthrights die. grudges hold. this is where the bombs should drop the wash the last scraps to muddy graves and open fields america’s lost and found where cold dead hands hold bleached signs of progress made and sold auction off pride, house and home. take this misery off the map the backside of fortune the sudden dead end this is where nature wins x2 hunts out youth and settles up this is where the horizon stops (this is where) the sun sets a bit too quick where one marries oneself to death and wishes it all, it all would end what once was an open road is now a landfill of contempt |
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9. | Retirement | 03:52 | Show lyrics |
not a glimmer of hope for the numbers of us who have nothing more than an old story a short obit no imprint to call our own no sign to mark our path a repeating call to watch the clock we stay on our toes. CH its a turn for the worse in these trying times we’re falling ill as we fall in line our former glories and past triumphs all mean nothing. we’re broken men. content to do nothing comfort’s a hell of a drug killing ourselves as days grow to years. CH its a turn for the worse in these trying times we’re falling ill as we fall in line obliged to accept what we have left hanging our hats on what we can get drowning in the lack anything better to do. |
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25:34 |
Judgements
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Brian | Drums |
Chris | Guitars |
Cory | Vocals, Guitars |
Jesse | Bass |
Guest/Session | |
Shane | Guitars, Track 5 |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Shane Hochstetler | Recording |
Justin Perkins | Mastering |
Tracks | |||
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Side A | |||
1. | Revenge | 02:33 | Show lyrics |
if you’d just wipe off that smirk and just look away. wring your filthy hands. line your pockets as long as you can the cracks will come and lines will be drawn. Chorus: this is what you get this is how you pay this is what you get you and yours... dead. the people you know will wash up on shores you can name there’s no place to hide in this sort of blame guilt pours down like a sheet, lies unravel, lying in wait. Chorus: this is what you get this is how you pay this is what you get you and yours... dead. doors and eyes will close favors, fortune dry up. the same means to an end that put you and the rest of us here. i hope you drown and i hope your children are found told, made to watch while they drag you out. wrap you in plastic and take you away. |
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2. | Covered | 02:52 | Show lyrics |
a cheap excuse copout and fall back first world problems soft hand decisions pillowed and padded sheltered and coddled well clothed. well read. entitled. entrusted. well fed. covered. ch: this excess looks young, lost and dumb. nary a care or a capful of smarts passing out and passing on. a life of chance gift and advances kept safe out of harms way charitable and mobile cherished and able well clothed. well read. entitled. entrusted. well fed. covered. chorus: this excess looks young, lost and dumb. nary a care or a capful of smarts passing out and passing on. turn up your nose leave your luxury to rot get eaten alive outside your locks and gates your complaints and cares worries and wares rich folk trifles i cant bear or hear |
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3. | Endurance | 02:28 | Show lyrics |
barely breathing and bandaged up how our hearts keep beating i couldnt tell its against us and we never win yet somehow we live we crawl and pull and take a fall for the sake of aching our way through weary and worn torn down, scarred up routined to death and sick making a last stand again and again haging our necks out with one eye open wincing and waiting to see if we lose our heads in these sweat soaked trials and broken back tasks we trudge on out of spite weary and worn torn down, scarred up routined to death and sick |
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4. | Capital | 02:13 | Show lyrics |
i want every acre burned to spite the restless and reckless who would have and have you believe that their great ideas and cherished things... are for sale if only you get in line as though means grows on trees we may sit hunkered down and safely home but we are always, always alone. i want bodies to fall out of the sky like a plague, like a storm for the sagging faces and hollow eyes that part the air on this cadaver cart on this cold meat tray for come what may and it will come we may sit hunkered down and safely home but we are always, always alone. as if luck falls from father to son for come what may and it will come it will come. |
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5. | Deserted | 03:06 | Show lyrics |
the death of the mom and pop big box pipedreams cattle calls of sure things new roads to nothing new the charmed life for the chosen few dead ends in the old down town halls full of men long dead relics lay rusting within doors ajar a time long past. a time long gone. walls push out nails a quiet protest on these deserted streets ties so cleanly and clearly cut emptiness stamped over fertile plots dead ends in the old downtown halls of of men long dead relics lay rusting within doors ajar a time long past. a time long gone. FUNERALS i got cracked in the face by another sick joke we hold our own hands and hold onto ghosts cheat on ourselves. get chipped away by our own lies, spite and hate it just gets silent and cold in spite of best attempts and good intent days turn south and heads turn down another memory to trip over and hold another way to kill ourselves from the inside out i start to collapse inside of thought we lean onto vice and cut our own throats forget everyone else, make sure no one gets close enough to catch the emptiness and depth of the hollow we call home in spite of best wishes and get wells years pass by and concern moves on another face to pass over and ignore another door gets closed, another fucking day as heartbreak and death cross paths it just gets silent and cold in this hollow we call home i cant remember i cant recall i dont care |
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Side B | |||
6. | Funerals | 03:34 | |
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7. | Waste | 02:15 | Show lyrics |
block the sun with a hand to the sky a cry for help, a drink set aside hands searching for a hold on hope grabbing at air as teeth hit the floor Chorus: a wretched wreck a foul misstep life traps. death unchecked. abandoned. alone. the bottoms’ there (if you know where to hold) staring at clocks and faces as plain watching the night putting reason to sleep get everything to lose and nothin the same until ill health and time come looking to pay Chorus: a wretched wreck a foul misstep life traps. death unchecked recalling years that shrink and seem like days keeping score tally and mark as lessons and age ..tag dread and shame. |
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8. | Dustbowl | 02:41 | Show lyrics |
signs to nowhere and sinking holes promise defeated cold all bets are hedged on getting by birthrights die. grudges hold. this is where the bombs should drop the wash the last scraps to muddy graves and open fields america’s lost and found where cold dead hands hold bleached signs of progress made and sold auction off pride, house and home. take this misery off the map the backside of fortune the sudden dead end this is where nature wins x2 hunts out youth and settles up this is where the horizon stops (this is where) the sun sets a bit too quick where one marries oneself to death and wishes it all, it all would end what once was an open road is now a landfill of contempt |
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9. | Retirement | 03:52 | Show lyrics |
not a glimmer of hope for the numbers of us who have nothing more than an old story a short obit no imprint to call our own no sign to mark our path a repeating call to watch the clock we stay on our toes. CH its a turn for the worse in these trying times we’re falling ill as we fall in line our former glories and past triumphs all mean nothing. we’re broken men. content to do nothing comfort’s a hell of a drug killing ourselves as days grow to years. CH its a turn for the worse in these trying times we’re falling ill as we fall in line obliged to accept what we have left hanging our hats on what we can get drowning in the lack anything better to do. |
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25:34 |
Judgements
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Brian | Drums |
Chris | Guitars |
Cory | Vocals, Guitars |
Jesse | Bass |
Guest/Session | |
Shane | Guitars, Track 5 |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Shane Hochstetler | Recording |
Justin Perkins | Mastering |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Revenge | 02:33 | Show lyrics |
if you’d just wipe off that smirk and just look away. wring your filthy hands. line your pockets as long as you can the cracks will come and lines will be drawn. Chorus: this is what you get this is how you pay this is what you get you and yours... dead. the people you know will wash up on shores you can name there’s no place to hide in this sort of blame guilt pours down like a sheet, lies unravel, lying in wait. Chorus: this is what you get this is how you pay this is what you get you and yours... dead. doors and eyes will close favors, fortune dry up. the same means to an end that put you and the rest of us here. i hope you drown and i hope your children are found told, made to watch while they drag you out. wrap you in plastic and take you away. |
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2. | Covered | 02:52 | Show lyrics |
a cheap excuse copout and fall back first world problems soft hand decisions pillowed and padded sheltered and coddled well clothed. well read. entitled. entrusted. well fed. covered. ch: this excess looks young, lost and dumb. nary a care or a capful of smarts passing out and passing on. a life of chance gift and advances kept safe out of harms way charitable and mobile cherished and able well clothed. well read. entitled. entrusted. well fed. covered. chorus: this excess looks young, lost and dumb. nary a care or a capful of smarts passing out and passing on. turn up your nose leave your luxury to rot get eaten alive outside your locks and gates your complaints and cares worries and wares rich folk trifles i cant bear or hear |
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3. | Endurance | 02:28 | Show lyrics |
barely breathing and bandaged up how our hearts keep beating i couldnt tell its against us and we never win yet somehow we live we crawl and pull and take a fall for the sake of aching our way through weary and worn torn down, scarred up routined to death and sick making a last stand again and again haging our necks out with one eye open wincing and waiting to see if we lose our heads in these sweat soaked trials and broken back tasks we trudge on out of spite weary and worn torn down, scarred up routined to death and sick |
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4. | Capital | 02:13 | Show lyrics |
i want every acre burned to spite the restless and reckless who would have and have you believe that their great ideas and cherished things... are for sale if only you get in line as though means grows on trees we may sit hunkered down and safely home but we are always, always alone. i want bodies to fall out of the sky like a plague, like a storm for the sagging faces and hollow eyes that part the air on this cadaver cart on this cold meat tray for come what may and it will come we may sit hunkered down and safely home but we are always, always alone. as if luck falls from father to son for come what may and it will come it will come. |
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5. | Deserted | 03:06 | Show lyrics |
the death of the mom and pop big box pipedreams cattle calls of sure things new roads to nothing new the charmed life for the chosen few dead ends in the old down town halls full of men long dead relics lay rusting within doors ajar a time long past. a time long gone. walls push out nails a quiet protest on these deserted streets ties so cleanly and clearly cut emptiness stamped over fertile plots dead ends in the old downtown halls of of men long dead relics lay rusting within doors ajar a time long past. a time long gone. FUNERALS i got cracked in the face by another sick joke we hold our own hands and hold onto ghosts cheat on ourselves. get chipped away by our own lies, spite and hate it just gets silent and cold in spite of best attempts and good intent days turn south and heads turn down another memory to trip over and hold another way to kill ourselves from the inside out i start to collapse inside of thought we lean onto vice and cut our own throats forget everyone else, make sure no one gets close enough to catch the emptiness and depth of the hollow we call home in spite of best wishes and get wells years pass by and concern moves on another face to pass over and ignore another door gets closed, another fucking day as heartbreak and death cross paths it just gets silent and cold in this hollow we call home i cant remember i cant recall i dont care |
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6. | Funerals | 03:34 | |
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7. | Waste | 02:15 | Show lyrics |
block the sun with a hand to the sky a cry for help, a drink set aside hands searching for a hold on hope grabbing at air as teeth hit the floor Chorus: a wretched wreck a foul misstep life traps. death unchecked. abandoned. alone. the bottoms’ there (if you know where to hold) staring at clocks and faces as plain watching the night putting reason to sleep get everything to lose and nothin the same until ill health and time come looking to pay Chorus: a wretched wreck a foul misstep life traps. death unchecked recalling years that shrink and seem like days keeping score tally and mark as lessons and age ..tag dread and shame. |
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8. | Dustbowl | 02:41 | Show lyrics |
signs to nowhere and sinking holes promise defeated cold all bets are hedged on getting by birthrights die. grudges hold. this is where the bombs should drop the wash the last scraps to muddy graves and open fields america’s lost and found where cold dead hands hold bleached signs of progress made and sold auction off pride, house and home. take this misery off the map the backside of fortune the sudden dead end this is where nature wins x2 hunts out youth and settles up this is where the horizon stops (this is where) the sun sets a bit too quick where one marries oneself to death and wishes it all, it all would end what once was an open road is now a landfill of contempt |
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9. | Retirement | 03:52 | Show lyrics |
not a glimmer of hope for the numbers of us who have nothing more than an old story a short obit no imprint to call our own no sign to mark our path a repeating call to watch the clock we stay on our toes. CH its a turn for the worse in these trying times we’re falling ill as we fall in line our former glories and past triumphs all mean nothing. we’re broken men. content to do nothing comfort’s a hell of a drug killing ourselves as days grow to years. CH its a turn for the worse in these trying times we’re falling ill as we fall in line obliged to accept what we have left hanging our hats on what we can get drowning in the lack anything better to do. |
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25:34 |
Judgements
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Brian | Drums |
Chris | Guitars |
Cory | Vocals, Guitars |
Jesse | Bass |
Guest/Session | |
Shane | Guitars, Track 5 |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Shane Hochstetler | Recording |
Justin Perkins | Mastering |
Tracks | |||
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Side A | |||
1. | Revenge | 02:33 | Show lyrics |
if you’d just wipe off that smirk and just look away. wring your filthy hands. line your pockets as long as you can the cracks will come and lines will be drawn. Chorus: this is what you get this is how you pay this is what you get you and yours... dead. the people you know will wash up on shores you can name there’s no place to hide in this sort of blame guilt pours down like a sheet, lies unravel, lying in wait. Chorus: this is what you get this is how you pay this is what you get you and yours... dead. doors and eyes will close favors, fortune dry up. the same means to an end that put you and the rest of us here. i hope you drown and i hope your children are found told, made to watch while they drag you out. wrap you in plastic and take you away. |
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2. | Covered | 02:52 | Show lyrics |
a cheap excuse copout and fall back first world problems soft hand decisions pillowed and padded sheltered and coddled well clothed. well read. entitled. entrusted. well fed. covered. ch: this excess looks young, lost and dumb. nary a care or a capful of smarts passing out and passing on. a life of chance gift and advances kept safe out of harms way charitable and mobile cherished and able well clothed. well read. entitled. entrusted. well fed. covered. chorus: this excess looks young, lost and dumb. nary a care or a capful of smarts passing out and passing on. turn up your nose leave your luxury to rot get eaten alive outside your locks and gates your complaints and cares worries and wares rich folk trifles i cant bear or hear |
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3. | Endurance | 02:28 | Show lyrics |
barely breathing and bandaged up how our hearts keep beating i couldnt tell its against us and we never win yet somehow we live we crawl and pull and take a fall for the sake of aching our way through weary and worn torn down, scarred up routined to death and sick making a last stand again and again haging our necks out with one eye open wincing and waiting to see if we lose our heads in these sweat soaked trials and broken back tasks we trudge on out of spite weary and worn torn down, scarred up routined to death and sick |
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4. | Capital | 02:13 | Show lyrics |
i want every acre burned to spite the restless and reckless who would have and have you believe that their great ideas and cherished things... are for sale if only you get in line as though means grows on trees we may sit hunkered down and safely home but we are always, always alone. i want bodies to fall out of the sky like a plague, like a storm for the sagging faces and hollow eyes that part the air on this cadaver cart on this cold meat tray for come what may and it will come we may sit hunkered down and safely home but we are always, always alone. as if luck falls from father to son for come what may and it will come it will come. |
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5. | Deserted | 03:06 | Show lyrics |
the death of the mom and pop big box pipedreams cattle calls of sure things new roads to nothing new the charmed life for the chosen few dead ends in the old down town halls full of men long dead relics lay rusting within doors ajar a time long past. a time long gone. walls push out nails a quiet protest on these deserted streets ties so cleanly and clearly cut emptiness stamped over fertile plots dead ends in the old downtown halls of of men long dead relics lay rusting within doors ajar a time long past. a time long gone. FUNERALS i got cracked in the face by another sick joke we hold our own hands and hold onto ghosts cheat on ourselves. get chipped away by our own lies, spite and hate it just gets silent and cold in spite of best attempts and good intent days turn south and heads turn down another memory to trip over and hold another way to kill ourselves from the inside out i start to collapse inside of thought we lean onto vice and cut our own throats forget everyone else, make sure no one gets close enough to catch the emptiness and depth of the hollow we call home in spite of best wishes and get wells years pass by and concern moves on another face to pass over and ignore another door gets closed, another fucking day as heartbreak and death cross paths it just gets silent and cold in this hollow we call home i cant remember i cant recall i dont care |
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Side B | |||
6. | Funerals | 03:34 | |
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7. | Waste | 02:15 | Show lyrics |
block the sun with a hand to the sky a cry for help, a drink set aside hands searching for a hold on hope grabbing at air as teeth hit the floor Chorus: a wretched wreck a foul misstep life traps. death unchecked. abandoned. alone. the bottoms’ there (if you know where to hold) staring at clocks and faces as plain watching the night putting reason to sleep get everything to lose and nothin the same until ill health and time come looking to pay Chorus: a wretched wreck a foul misstep life traps. death unchecked recalling years that shrink and seem like days keeping score tally and mark as lessons and age ..tag dread and shame. |
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8. | Dustbowl | 02:41 | Show lyrics |
signs to nowhere and sinking holes promise defeated cold all bets are hedged on getting by birthrights die. grudges hold. this is where the bombs should drop the wash the last scraps to muddy graves and open fields america’s lost and found where cold dead hands hold bleached signs of progress made and sold auction off pride, house and home. take this misery off the map the backside of fortune the sudden dead end this is where nature wins x2 hunts out youth and settles up this is where the horizon stops (this is where) the sun sets a bit too quick where one marries oneself to death and wishes it all, it all would end what once was an open road is now a landfill of contempt |
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9. | Retirement | 03:52 | Show lyrics |
not a glimmer of hope for the numbers of us who have nothing more than an old story a short obit no imprint to call our own no sign to mark our path a repeating call to watch the clock we stay on our toes. CH its a turn for the worse in these trying times we’re falling ill as we fall in line our former glories and past triumphs all mean nothing. we’re broken men. content to do nothing comfort’s a hell of a drug killing ourselves as days grow to years. CH its a turn for the worse in these trying times we’re falling ill as we fall in line obliged to accept what we have left hanging our hats on what we can get drowning in the lack anything better to do. |
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25:34 |
Judgements
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Brian | Drums |
Chris | Guitars |
Cory | Vocals, Guitars |
Jesse | Bass |
Guest/Session | |
Shane | Guitars, Track 5 |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Shane Hochstetler | Recording |
Justin Perkins | Mastering |
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1. | Revenge | 02:33 | Show lyrics |
if you’d just wipe off that smirk and just look away. wring your filthy hands. line your pockets as long as you can the cracks will come and lines will be drawn. Chorus: this is what you get this is how you pay this is what you get you and yours... dead. the people you know will wash up on shores you can name there’s no place to hide in this sort of blame guilt pours down like a sheet, lies unravel, lying in wait. Chorus: this is what you get this is how you pay this is what you get you and yours... dead. doors and eyes will close favors, fortune dry up. the same means to an end that put you and the rest of us here. i hope you drown and i hope your children are found told, made to watch while they drag you out. wrap you in plastic and take you away. |
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2. | Covered | 02:52 | Show lyrics |
a cheap excuse copout and fall back first world problems soft hand decisions pillowed and padded sheltered and coddled well clothed. well read. entitled. entrusted. well fed. covered. ch: this excess looks young, lost and dumb. nary a care or a capful of smarts passing out and passing on. a life of chance gift and advances kept safe out of harms way charitable and mobile cherished and able well clothed. well read. entitled. entrusted. well fed. covered. chorus: this excess looks young, lost and dumb. nary a care or a capful of smarts passing out and passing on. turn up your nose leave your luxury to rot get eaten alive outside your locks and gates your complaints and cares worries and wares rich folk trifles i cant bear or hear |
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3. | Endurance | 02:28 | Show lyrics |
barely breathing and bandaged up how our hearts keep beating i couldnt tell its against us and we never win yet somehow we live we crawl and pull and take a fall for the sake of aching our way through weary and worn torn down, scarred up routined to death and sick making a last stand again and again haging our necks out with one eye open wincing and waiting to see if we lose our heads in these sweat soaked trials and broken back tasks we trudge on out of spite weary and worn torn down, scarred up routined to death and sick |
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4. | Capital | 02:13 | Show lyrics |
i want every acre burned to spite the restless and reckless who would have and have you believe that their great ideas and cherished things... are for sale if only you get in line as though means grows on trees we may sit hunkered down and safely home but we are always, always alone. i want bodies to fall out of the sky like a plague, like a storm for the sagging faces and hollow eyes that part the air on this cadaver cart on this cold meat tray for come what may and it will come we may sit hunkered down and safely home but we are always, always alone. as if luck falls from father to son for come what may and it will come it will come. |
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5. | Deserted | 03:06 | Show lyrics |
the death of the mom and pop big box pipedreams cattle calls of sure things new roads to nothing new the charmed life for the chosen few dead ends in the old down town halls full of men long dead relics lay rusting within doors ajar a time long past. a time long gone. walls push out nails a quiet protest on these deserted streets ties so cleanly and clearly cut emptiness stamped over fertile plots dead ends in the old downtown halls of of men long dead relics lay rusting within doors ajar a time long past. a time long gone. FUNERALS i got cracked in the face by another sick joke we hold our own hands and hold onto ghosts cheat on ourselves. get chipped away by our own lies, spite and hate it just gets silent and cold in spite of best attempts and good intent days turn south and heads turn down another memory to trip over and hold another way to kill ourselves from the inside out i start to collapse inside of thought we lean onto vice and cut our own throats forget everyone else, make sure no one gets close enough to catch the emptiness and depth of the hollow we call home in spite of best wishes and get wells years pass by and concern moves on another face to pass over and ignore another door gets closed, another fucking day as heartbreak and death cross paths it just gets silent and cold in this hollow we call home i cant remember i cant recall i dont care |
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6. | Funerals | 03:34 | |
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7. | Waste | 02:15 | Show lyrics |
block the sun with a hand to the sky a cry for help, a drink set aside hands searching for a hold on hope grabbing at air as teeth hit the floor Chorus: a wretched wreck a foul misstep life traps. death unchecked. abandoned. alone. the bottoms’ there (if you know where to hold) staring at clocks and faces as plain watching the night putting reason to sleep get everything to lose and nothin the same until ill health and time come looking to pay Chorus: a wretched wreck a foul misstep life traps. death unchecked recalling years that shrink and seem like days keeping score tally and mark as lessons and age ..tag dread and shame. |
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8. | Dustbowl | 02:41 | Show lyrics |
signs to nowhere and sinking holes promise defeated cold all bets are hedged on getting by birthrights die. grudges hold. this is where the bombs should drop the wash the last scraps to muddy graves and open fields america’s lost and found where cold dead hands hold bleached signs of progress made and sold auction off pride, house and home. take this misery off the map the backside of fortune the sudden dead end this is where nature wins x2 hunts out youth and settles up this is where the horizon stops (this is where) the sun sets a bit too quick where one marries oneself to death and wishes it all, it all would end what once was an open road is now a landfill of contempt |
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9. | Retirement | 03:52 | Show lyrics |
not a glimmer of hope for the numbers of us who have nothing more than an old story a short obit no imprint to call our own no sign to mark our path a repeating call to watch the clock we stay on our toes. CH its a turn for the worse in these trying times we’re falling ill as we fall in line our former glories and past triumphs all mean nothing. we’re broken men. content to do nothing comfort’s a hell of a drug killing ourselves as days grow to years. CH its a turn for the worse in these trying times we’re falling ill as we fall in line obliged to accept what we have left hanging our hats on what we can get drowning in the lack anything better to do. |
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25:34 |
Stalemate
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Brian | Drums, Vocals |
Chris | Guitars, Vocals |
Cory | Vocals, Guitars |
Jesse | Bass, Vocals |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Shane Hochstetler | Recording |
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1. | Nothing Left | 03:06 | |
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2. | Passing On | 03:12 | |
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3. | Misplace | 03:58 | |
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4. | Corners | 03:56 | |
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5. | Regrets | 03:05 | |
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6. | Swindle | 03:49 | |
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21:06 |
Stalemate
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Band members | |
Brian | Drums, Vocals |
Chris | Guitars, Vocals |
Cory | Vocals, Guitars |
Jesse | Bass, Vocals |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Shane Hochstetler | Recording |
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1. | Nothing Left | 03:06 | |
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2. | Passing On | 03:12 | |
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3. | Misplace | 03:58 | |
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4. | Corners | 03:56 | |
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5. | Regrets | 03:05 | |
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6. | Swindle | 03:49 | |
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21:06 |
Reclamation
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Brian | Drums |
Chris | Guitars |
Cory | Vocals, Guitars |
Jesse | Bass |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Carl Saff | Mastering |
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1. | Home | 03:32 | Show lyrics |
dusty roads and dead ends graves and grudges run over and thin, paint peeled back and worn keepsakes unkempt hand me downs all the past built over, disowned everything’s gone stories and tales torn and frayed houses and homes already gone glories, yellow and fade etched into stones upturned... and lost crossed off and rewritten names they all forgot prices we pay for for leaving. for staying, memories wasting space, the long way home the ties that bind us the ground we walk upon buried years and feet beneath our share of mortality |
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2. | Jan Palach | 02:45 | Show lyrics |
a war on reason fanatics and secrets and the beds they make but not a straight face in this place thinks you’re safe a fight to save whats left to hold, to take something back wealth and distance and all it may afford cant occupy the future or the minds of those who must bear your weight there will be something afoot and fucked as long as you stand and you’ll take rocks to the head a fight to save whats left to hold, to take something back to take something back where means meet end where making something means an end to take something back means something at the end of the day when we quiet the beasts you lead and you lose the streets we take back our lives our means |
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3. | Reclamation | 04:40 | Show lyrics |
as like leaves we are thrown afield and like birds in a row we are tossed to the ground whispers and sighs from those all around.... as dust is lifted afoot we fill greater rolls of the rank and file like the unwashed, callow youth, of simpler times we straddle heart, and naivete artless and frail, and looking too close born outcast and pariah if wolves are to sheep what beast is to prey we’ve become both the huddled masses locked away we clutch hope, weak kneed clueless and shaken, turned inside out out of touch outclassed. huddled masses locked away we clutch hope weak kneed clueless and shaken, turned inside out out of touch. outclassed. if wolves are to sheep what beast is to prey we’ve become both. huddled masses locked away we clutch hope weak kneed if wolves are to sheep what beast is to prey we’ve become both. |
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4. | Unbecoming | 04:47 | Show lyrics |
my empty stare speaks of endless nights (that) drag another day into another day hit another and lie awake waiting for comfort, respite flights of fancy and escape dull and lull and wish away cheap distractions, cute and clever cant dismiss the toils of ungraceful age... an impatient look a glare at days before and to come piled on top of weeks and years. the calendar baits. cant dismiss the trials of ungraceful age... and contempt one could taste a spiteful drag, towards a face towards a place and all those things in the way. hate on top of hate. endless venom, disdain the violence; endless. i cant breathe , i cant see and i’ll die this way |
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5. | Salad Days | 03:54 | Show lyrics |
we dance, to funeral songs rename the games we play make careless useless claims we deny past mistakes and tell tall tales. strengthen lies. deepen holes .in which we hide as our way out grows close copping out is how we cope we raise glasses high bear witness to misdeed, praise failure in spades we train ourselves to think we’re always ready got it all worked out we know nothing and less indifference. halfway there. (and) already dead as our way out grows close copping out is how we cope and so it goes. and so it ends. lifetimes spent waiting, wasted. already dead. |
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19:38 |
Reclamation
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Brian | Drums |
Chris | Guitars |
Cory | Vocals, Guitars |
Jesse | Bass |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Carl Saff | Mastering |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Home | 03:32 | Show lyrics |
dusty roads and dead ends graves and grudges run over and thin, paint peeled back and worn keepsakes unkempt hand me downs all the past built over, disowned everything’s gone stories and tales torn and frayed houses and homes already gone glories, yellow and fade etched into stones upturned... and lost crossed off and rewritten names they all forgot prices we pay for for leaving. for staying, memories wasting space, the long way home the ties that bind us the ground we walk upon buried years and feet beneath our share of mortality |
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2. | Jan Palach | 02:45 | Show lyrics |
a war on reason fanatics and secrets and the beds they make but not a straight face in this place thinks you’re safe a fight to save whats left to hold, to take something back wealth and distance and all it may afford cant occupy the future or the minds of those who must bear your weight there will be something afoot and fucked as long as you stand and you’ll take rocks to the head a fight to save whats left to hold, to take something back to take something back where means meet end where making something means an end to take something back means something at the end of the day when we quiet the beasts you lead and you lose the streets we take back our lives our means |
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3. | Reclamation | 04:40 | Show lyrics |
as like leaves we are thrown afield and like birds in a row we are tossed to the ground whispers and sighs from those all around.... as dust is lifted afoot we fill greater rolls of the rank and file like the unwashed, callow youth, of simpler times we straddle heart, and naivete artless and frail, and looking too close born outcast and pariah if wolves are to sheep what beast is to prey we’ve become both the huddled masses locked away we clutch hope, weak kneed clueless and shaken, turned inside out out of touch outclassed. huddled masses locked away we clutch hope weak kneed clueless and shaken, turned inside out out of touch. outclassed. if wolves are to sheep what beast is to prey we’ve become both. huddled masses locked away we clutch hope weak kneed if wolves are to sheep what beast is to prey we’ve become both. |
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4. | Unbecoming | 04:47 | Show lyrics |
my empty stare speaks of endless nights (that) drag another day into another day hit another and lie awake waiting for comfort, respite flights of fancy and escape dull and lull and wish away cheap distractions, cute and clever cant dismiss the toils of ungraceful age... an impatient look a glare at days before and to come piled on top of weeks and years. the calendar baits. cant dismiss the trials of ungraceful age... and contempt one could taste a spiteful drag, towards a face towards a place and all those things in the way. hate on top of hate. endless venom, disdain the violence; endless. i cant breathe , i cant see and i’ll die this way |
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5. | Salad Days | 03:54 | Show lyrics |
we dance, to funeral songs rename the games we play make careless useless claims we deny past mistakes and tell tall tales. strengthen lies. deepen holes .in which we hide as our way out grows close copping out is how we cope we raise glasses high bear witness to misdeed, praise failure in spades we train ourselves to think we’re always ready got it all worked out we know nothing and less indifference. halfway there. (and) already dead as our way out grows close copping out is how we cope and so it goes. and so it ends. lifetimes spent waiting, wasted. already dead. |
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19:38 |
Reclamation
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Brian | Drums |
Chris | Guitars |
Cory | Vocals, Guitars |
Jesse | Bass |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Carl Saff | Mastering |
Tracks | |||
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Side A | |||
1. | Home | 03:32 | Show lyrics |
dusty roads and dead ends graves and grudges run over and thin, paint peeled back and worn keepsakes unkempt hand me downs all the past built over, disowned everything’s gone stories and tales torn and frayed houses and homes already gone glories, yellow and fade etched into stones upturned... and lost crossed off and rewritten names they all forgot prices we pay for for leaving. for staying, memories wasting space, the long way home the ties that bind us the ground we walk upon buried years and feet beneath our share of mortality |
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2. | Jan Palach | 02:45 | Show lyrics |
a war on reason fanatics and secrets and the beds they make but not a straight face in this place thinks you’re safe a fight to save whats left to hold, to take something back wealth and distance and all it may afford cant occupy the future or the minds of those who must bear your weight there will be something afoot and fucked as long as you stand and you’ll take rocks to the head a fight to save whats left to hold, to take something back to take something back where means meet end where making something means an end to take something back means something at the end of the day when we quiet the beasts you lead and you lose the streets we take back our lives our means |
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3. | Reclamation | 04:40 | Show lyrics |
as like leaves we are thrown afield and like birds in a row we are tossed to the ground whispers and sighs from those all around.... as dust is lifted afoot we fill greater rolls of the rank and file like the unwashed, callow youth, of simpler times we straddle heart, and naivete artless and frail, and looking too close born outcast and pariah if wolves are to sheep what beast is to prey we’ve become both the huddled masses locked away we clutch hope, weak kneed clueless and shaken, turned inside out out of touch outclassed. huddled masses locked away we clutch hope weak kneed clueless and shaken, turned inside out out of touch. outclassed. if wolves are to sheep what beast is to prey we’ve become both. huddled masses locked away we clutch hope weak kneed if wolves are to sheep what beast is to prey we’ve become both. |
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4. | Unbecoming | 04:47 | Show lyrics |
my empty stare speaks of endless nights (that) drag another day into another day hit another and lie awake waiting for comfort, respite flights of fancy and escape dull and lull and wish away cheap distractions, cute and clever cant dismiss the toils of ungraceful age... an impatient look a glare at days before and to come piled on top of weeks and years. the calendar baits. cant dismiss the trials of ungraceful age... and contempt one could taste a spiteful drag, towards a face towards a place and all those things in the way. hate on top of hate. endless venom, disdain the violence; endless. i cant breathe , i cant see and i’ll die this way |
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5. | Salad Days | 03:54 | Show lyrics |
we dance, to funeral songs rename the games we play make careless useless claims we deny past mistakes and tell tall tales. strengthen lies. deepen holes .in which we hide as our way out grows close copping out is how we cope we raise glasses high bear witness to misdeed, praise failure in spades we train ourselves to think we’re always ready got it all worked out we know nothing and less indifference. halfway there. (and) already dead as our way out grows close copping out is how we cope and so it goes. and so it ends. lifetimes spent waiting, wasted. already dead. |
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19:38 |
Reclamation
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Brian | Drums |
Chris | Guitars |
Cory | Vocals, Guitars |
Jesse | Bass |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Carl Saff | Mastering |
Tracks | |||
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Side A | |||
1. | Home | 03:32 | Show lyrics |
dusty roads and dead ends graves and grudges run over and thin, paint peeled back and worn keepsakes unkempt hand me downs all the past built over, disowned everything’s gone stories and tales torn and frayed houses and homes already gone glories, yellow and fade etched into stones upturned... and lost crossed off and rewritten names they all forgot prices we pay for for leaving. for staying, memories wasting space, the long way home the ties that bind us the ground we walk upon buried years and feet beneath our share of mortality |
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2. | Jan Palach | 02:45 | Show lyrics |
a war on reason fanatics and secrets and the beds they make but not a straight face in this place thinks you’re safe a fight to save whats left to hold, to take something back wealth and distance and all it may afford cant occupy the future or the minds of those who must bear your weight there will be something afoot and fucked as long as you stand and you’ll take rocks to the head a fight to save whats left to hold, to take something back to take something back where means meet end where making something means an end to take something back means something at the end of the day when we quiet the beasts you lead and you lose the streets we take back our lives our means |
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3. | Reclamation | 04:40 | Show lyrics |
as like leaves we are thrown afield and like birds in a row we are tossed to the ground whispers and sighs from those all around.... as dust is lifted afoot we fill greater rolls of the rank and file like the unwashed, callow youth, of simpler times we straddle heart, and naivete artless and frail, and looking too close born outcast and pariah if wolves are to sheep what beast is to prey we’ve become both the huddled masses locked away we clutch hope, weak kneed clueless and shaken, turned inside out out of touch outclassed. huddled masses locked away we clutch hope weak kneed clueless and shaken, turned inside out out of touch. outclassed. if wolves are to sheep what beast is to prey we’ve become both. huddled masses locked away we clutch hope weak kneed if wolves are to sheep what beast is to prey we’ve become both. |
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Side B | |||
4. | Unbecoming | 04:47 | Show lyrics |
my empty stare speaks of endless nights (that) drag another day into another day hit another and lie awake waiting for comfort, respite flights of fancy and escape dull and lull and wish away cheap distractions, cute and clever cant dismiss the toils of ungraceful age... an impatient look a glare at days before and to come piled on top of weeks and years. the calendar baits. cant dismiss the trials of ungraceful age... and contempt one could taste a spiteful drag, towards a face towards a place and all those things in the way. hate on top of hate. endless venom, disdain the violence; endless. i cant breathe , i cant see and i’ll die this way |
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5. | Salad Days | 03:54 | Show lyrics |
we dance, to funeral songs rename the games we play make careless useless claims we deny past mistakes and tell tall tales. strengthen lies. deepen holes .in which we hide as our way out grows close copping out is how we cope we raise glasses high bear witness to misdeed, praise failure in spades we train ourselves to think we’re always ready got it all worked out we know nothing and less indifference. halfway there. (and) already dead as our way out grows close copping out is how we cope and so it goes. and so it ends. lifetimes spent waiting, wasted. already dead. |
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19:38 |
In Thy Name
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Brian | Drums |
Chris | Guitars |
Cory | Vocals, Guitars |
Jesse | Bass |
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1. | Vengeance | 04:13 | |
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2. | Carrion | 03:06 | |
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3. | Never Forget | 02:42 | |
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4. | Vultures | 03:30 | |
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Side B | |||
5. | Blood | 04:19 | |
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6. | In Thy Name / Hell’s Insanity | 04:32 | |
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7. | Forfeit | 03:28 | |
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8. | Delusion | 04:15 | |
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30:05 |
In Thy Name
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Brian | Drums |
Chris | Guitars |
Cory | Vocals, Guitars |
Jesse | Bass |
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1. | Vengeance | 04:13 | |
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2. | Carrion | 03:06 | |
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3. | Never Forget | 02:42 | |
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4. | Vultures | 03:30 | |
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Side B | |||
5. | Blood | 04:19 | |
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6. | In Thy Name / Hell’s Insanity | 04:32 | |
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7. | Forfeit | 03:28 | |
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8. | Delusion | 04:15 | |
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30:05 |
In Thy Name
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Brian | Drums |
Chris | Guitars |
Cory | Vocals, Guitars |
Jesse | Bass |
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1. | Vengeance | 04:13 | |
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2. | Carrion | 03:06 | |
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3. | Never Forget | 02:42 | |
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4. | Vultures | 03:30 | |
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5. | Blood | 04:19 | |
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6. | In Thy Name / Hell’s Insanity | 04:32 | |
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7. | Forfeit | 03:28 | |
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8. | Delusion | 04:15 | |
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30:05 |
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