Our music and other music and art by friends of ours can be purchased over at Last Minute Records.
the progress of stagnation
guilt is hope
break down this set of elements
this framework has reformed
a needle and a spool of thread
a politik reformed
a signal spreading far and wide
another friend is mourned
desensitize your closing eyes
as if we haven't been warned
words i quote
softly, irony spoke
guilt is hope
leaving me to the unknown
break down this routine, this regiment
our challenge has transformed
and now we've volunteered as reticent
our dignity was whored
where is our integrity
is someone keeping score?
im sure we're losing silently
consenting to this war
from a third world sacrifice into a first world enterprise
you will reside in our hearts, even as our suicide starts
shamed by a human shield, we'll consign our souls to conceal
we still remember you even now as darkness consumes
theatrics
a blank stare thru everything
a way to try and break these chains
a blank stare through everything
whats left of me
this melodramatic entropy
a relative descent to grey
this melodramatic entropy
whats left of me
there is nothing in the mirror
i look to drone off in sleepless nights
release us from this war we still fight
we still fight
cultivated anger
the grey of a winters day
letting go of everything
it begins to rain
still breathe
honesty reaches out his hand to me
he asks me why i still breathe
and patiently i look into his eyes, what i hope to see
he's asking why i still breathe
for what i could never be
this memory falls apart like an empty dream
like a dream you confided in me
this enemy, this helpless soul trapped inside of me
like a dream you confided in me
a stain i cant wash clean
and all this means is this disease is killing me
these empty crimes
no one will see me die
no strength to fight
no one will see me die
and im falling
and im failing
and im reaching
and im falling
if honesty consumes, im lost inside this room
if memory holds the deepest holes, this hatred will hold me back
predetermined
words so blind
"native" lies
class coincides
one last genocide
seeds we've sown
a creed we know
a corporate climb
an eye turned blind
"unchecked crime"
a child cried
--let me out
these lies left home
with a will to roam
but no one to know.
the body is still warm
theres a body floating up
integrity in hopeless love
death consumes an empty past
an empty lust alone at last
his clothes have been cut up
dignity was not enough
bitter till the very last
an empty lust for time to pass
so are these blood shot eyes
looking up through blurry skies
to skies that open up
raining down such senseless blood
is this action wise?
looking upward for advice
to skies that open up
raining down such senseless blood
creative conceit
this city is leaving me
empty and degraded
believing in empty streets
angry and jaded
numbness overcoming
and patience overstated
i asked you to look into my eyes
this is the life i hated
believed in an image
creative conceit
just barely living
in place of a dream
(Self Titled)
wars end - The way god smiles and shrugs today while eyes are hid in fear and shame. And man sits back and wonders why his daughter smiles yet cries and cries. And we all sit and watch tv while a child’s eyes well up with need. And the words that kill the pain they caused; pain was dressed in white and smiling a patient, caring smile. “It’s time to learn,” she says and I laugh to know i’m back again, home to see the wars end. And disappointment draws away the sands of time that grip to me so I can smile a smile of light while drenched yet in the deepest fright, the deepest night of December yet remains, when the darkness comes to claim my heart under heavy blankets of sight, eyes closed but to see the light of day -- As one war ends, another begins and your words mend, my friend; let’s watch the world’s end. As one war ends, another begins. Lost sight; lost fight, but regained hold. Your lies; your ties, we broke them once again. Lost time; tears cried, but we’re stronger now. Look back; forced laughs, but we’ll keep on. These mistakes are just that, we can’t dwell upon the fact. I take my responsibility, all to offer as my apology. Admit mistakes, never defeat. The struggle with self is never over -- And nature’s way is never what we meant it to be, so let us lament upon the mistakes we’ve made as we may.
Blind Approach - Futile language expression, whats the point? Invisible ink linguistics; Feelings imprisoned in a prism. Cliché phrases and I know what’s best,I know what I need to do. I’ve built this glorious cage that shines brighter each day.Why do I Have to ride the ride again? Why do I decide to ride the ride again? Lost in fighting my dark perceptions (I see my own thoughts) looking for the light that once glistened. Why do I decide to ride the ride again? Guilt decays the last ounce of respect I had (I see my own faults) and I owe all of you all that I have (and I carry on) upswing, now teetering (I’ll rise above now) wish I could keep this constant feeling. Hooded insignificant, Feelings lost on time spent. Complex control; Reluctant, Laugh release. Phoney family photos from the last family guilt trip, wretched conversations with the socially inept. Third person’s constant sarcastic laughter, glimpse of a slaughterd puppy in the mirror. I know I have to change, I tell myself that everyday. Nonexistant words; at least my heart’s open. The emptiness is only expanding. Back and forth, back and forth; coming upon a blind approach, Limping on false hopes.
Landing - Oh, Frustration, where have you been? Ive missed you again, just like an old friend. There's so much hurt and no one to blame. The brighter the light, the darker the shadow; so please keep on feeding my darkness with your selfish smile. and I’ll look out of my darkness with wide and caring eyes, I watch you blindly stumble around with your squinted eyes, bring on the darkness. Forgotten aspirations and where've you been? Things you knew when you were a kid but no, this is not the end. Never thought about what you've got. Or the size of the place you're destined to rot and as I feel the river flowing through my mind, I wonder if I've run out of time. And fences that you've seen before in the town you knew you were born. But these are things we try to ignore. It would be easy enough to accept my place -- a number, a name, and a way to relate. A place to call home - a way to forget what it's like to be alone. Comfort and peace are such nice ways to be and with my eyes closed I see all I want to see but then I open my eyes and what's outside scares me. So bring on the me that you've made with your hate, bring on the darkness and bring on the fake. Show me the things that I don't want to see, show me the things that made me.
And I may be no one to no one.
x t c - what did you say when i asked you what did you do when i told you what would you say if i was you what would you do how would you kill you’re my xtc do you believe in me? what can i say if you said to me, don’t know who i am, i’m just not me can’t expliain myself can’t explain it to you can’t help myself can’t afford to you’re my xtc do you believe in me what would you think what would you do what would you say if i told you how would it be how could you see how would you feel, it seems so unreal your my xtc do you believe in me
#1 - And the place that we call home is not much of a home to us scapegoat us you blame us but youre the ones who taught us youre the ones who made us you play your little political games but you know that you cant win dont kid yourself we see through your lies you cant hide in your disguise its all part of this vicious circle it will all come back to you as long as there are fucks like you in power there will always be us denial this city is number one at denying its problems with not in our town you tried to make things stay the same again you taught us well, you taught us how to hate you call us destructive to society because of what you think who the fuck are you the thought police we wont follow all your rules this is our home this is where we stay were not going anywhere because of you we must disobey we must take action now Paint your city's lies with your vacant eyes and your empty, two bit grin, and unfortunately people will believe what they want to in the end, the lies you sought, the lies you bought to keep you warm in bed, your eyes you sold, your mind you sold, this future's growing old. Watch your three prong dream and your mind is clean of that questioning attitude, and unfortunately what we're taught to believe we tend to accept as truth, if it's lies you seek, you have no need to look very hard, they're right here at home, it seems they've got a plan for all of us. And now that I've got my feet back on the ground, it's time to fuck up this town. push the problems under the rug, then wonder where anger comes from stop patting yourselves on the back you just care about yourself youre number one for denying the problems youre number one for discriminating against us youre number one for tainting this ground youre number one for creating this shitty town FUCK YOU CHUCK FUCK YOU JACK FUCK YOU GUS FUCK YOU MACK
further from grey - she sits on the stone further away from pain she so alone she wishes everthing away trying so hard to get thoses thoughts out of her head feeling further apart shes getting "closer to gone" she said i want you, to tell me, how much you adore me i have to, be with you , forever as long as I, can see you, i need you, i can hope to be with you, to bleed you, I need you, … feeling closer to gone feeling alone again as i lay in bed all day "i feel so cold " she said just looking for another way it all just drifts away further from the gray wishing she could stay maybe another day (she smiles) i want to, to tell you, how much i, adore you to take me, to make me smile, all it takes is you to find you, inside me, to try to, explain me to want you, to love me too, feeling closer to gone if i could find the words, it might make more sense if i could tell you what i mean..we sit in your room, and dream about what could be and i wish for all the impossible things nothing makes me want to stay nothing makes me want to try nothing keeps me here nothing but her. and it all just drifts away further from gray further from life further from me further away..… -- how can I continue to care while powerful lies continue to dare, when lurking minds can cry at night, when day and night can’t cease their fight? -- to taste it, to say it, to need it, to be it to feel you, to want to, my soul is falling in you believe it, i need it, ive tried to retain it i want to explain it to you i want to, to tell you, how much i, adore you to take me, to make me smile, all it takes is you -- Feel the same from days gone by and why you cry and oh for eyes that cry and sow the pain in their eyes, because dreams fade away but what seems stays, forever lost but for today, i’m further from grey -- to see you, i need you, I bleed you, I seem to to be you, I love you too, in the way I do I want you to know me, I need you to hold me I feel you inside me too, further away from gray
Third World - Desperate Sarcasm to safe face in the morning mirror. Driving through Pine Ridge; 342,000 acres less; Driving through bomb sites. Travel through the third world; native soil genocide is back again; driving through Pine Ridge. Third world soil; southern South Dakota; bombs unexploded on Oglala farmland; and still nothing to eat. responsible injustice, america is desperate. Sit at home and watch your TV, you think your life is so bad because something’s not going right in it; but everynight you come home at least there is something to eat, at least you dont have to worry about who’s next, there are people dying for no reason and all you’re concerned about is yourself and what’s on next; just a bunch of shit. because you dont realize what’s going on somewhere else, you think it’s none of your concern, you think it doesnt affect you at all, well maybe just because you’re fucked up; maybe it would if you had a fucking heart, maybe you’d feel something for someone else for once. You’re sitting there just watching your cable tv, playing with your computers, while these people have nothing to eat; and they watch the days go by as everyone else thinks theyre ok but they don’t and they won’t and you don’t and you see and you feel and you think AND YOU KNOW THAT YOU’RE WRONG. To see those smiling eyes. Peering through their rundown home, To see such giving, When so little to give, To see such acceptance, When brought up with so much fear, To see so much caring after all they’ve gone through, To think of all the bloodsucking, money grubbing government agencies and their policies and to come back to such apathy. A revolution has been going on for over 200 years. Their version of history is their attempt to pacify. “They’re scared of us, they’re scared of today.” Let’s make them scared of us, Let’s make them scared today. And we sit and watch the days go by, time after time, another hungry mouth denied while we throw away so much, two more bodies unexplained, uninvestigated, another morning mirror shame from sleeping so well or at all. Left for dead; a history rich in blood. Desolate land, farms turned to crud. A people cry, only to be denied. but only blind eyes, let’s open our eyes. Another war in fearful times, more native soil genocide, how many more bodies unexplained? Morality decend into gray. WHY? WHY? WHY? Left for dead. DEATH POVERTY APATHY Desolate Land WHY? WHY? WHY? A people cry. MARCH FOR JUSTICE UNTIL JUSTICE IS SERVED. Why isn’t peltier free? Why are so many dead? Why do they still live in poverty? Why doesn’t anyone seem to care? But only blind eyes to see these cries, no witnesses will be heard, but for memory be assured. No facts will be found, only events will be renound.
billboards this pornography fits in between the lines on the murals and the billboards that we see everyday and we read, we believe.
lament on virtue - Silence coming back violence inner intact virtue of hatred, hatred for self, lack of virtue living in your own hell with only time to dwell lack of virtue living in your own hell no soul to sell
Sketches - Cyanide, an empty space inside that I tried to fill. My mind is selectively blind, what I tried to kill. And you see me -- my fake, composed, half-disguised smile. Cynical, I will laugh at myself for a while. I always knew it would come to this, I feel like shit. I need to go away for a while. Crying Eyes, they've never seen the light; wounds I tried to heal. But I bled inside, I never escaped my own mind, dreams left unfulfilled. Never know quite which way to go in this life. Impending snows, they blow away, this faded destiny shows pain and strife. And this life shows a beautiful history of good things and good times and my cries. The water seeps in to fill this whole to drown my mind; my apathy scathing, flowing from the inside. And I dont know why this love has become a trial of pain, the best of the game, never the same. And I dont know why I ever tried to see myself outside. The feelings that were felt before weren't influenced by the blood on the floor, forevermore. We're left alone on this mess of the earth, we've messed up the earth again by killing friends. Everyday I'll never change, realizations of yesterday don't count today. You sold me out, gave up the fight, the cycle only goes on and on and on. And I feel the same, I should have never played that game, play the game. It never was the same, I should have never played that game, play it again. Saw the writing on the wall, it didn't mean a thing at all, these same old days. And everything I tried to be was never good enough for me, forever tried to see.
Dinosaur - We are the dead Grey fills the sky Hopeless session So much suffering Socialized machines Vaccuum eyes Plastic smiles Inject one disease just to kill the other Futile lives Inevitible future I see no hope We are the dead
