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Kill All The New Jacks
01:52
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KILL ALL THE NEW JACKS
(O’BRIEN / MELNICK / BRANCIFORTE)
KILL ALL THE NEW JACKS; YOU WANNA HEAR MY REASONS?
FIRST OFF, YOU COME AND GO LIKE THE SEASONS
FIND A TREND, DISPATCH A FRIEND TO REPRESENT REAL HARD
IT’S HOW YOU SEEK APPROVAL AMONG THE OTHER RETARDS
WORD UP–YOU BUNCH OF HERBS; WE FOUGHT FOR THIS AND SACRIFICED
WHEN WE CAME AROUND, IT WASN’T NOTHING NICE–YOU HADDA EARN YOUR STRIPES
AS FAR AS PROPS GO, I NEVER BOTHERED TO COLLECT
YOUR HARDCORE HIERARCHY IS SOMETHING THAT I REJECT
SECONDLY, AND THIS AIN’T NO MYSTERY:
THE BANDS YOU JOCK ARE WACK AND DON’T KNOW THEIR HISTORY
YOU’RE AGE DISCRIMINATORS WHO DON’T ACKNOWLEDGE THE ORIGINATORS
(SO) SPEND YOUR WHOLE TIME FOLLOWING THE IMITATORS
DON’T GET IT TWISTED–I’M NOT EVEN A HATER
JUST CAN’T BRING MYSELF TO RESPECT SUCH BLATANT EMULATORS
AS FAR AS PROPS GO, I NEVER BOTHERED TO COLLECT
YOUR HARDCORE HIERARCHY IS SOMETHING THAT I REJECT
ABUSE OF THE TERM HARDCORE IS A PUNISHABLE OFFENSE
THE LEGITIMATE LANGUISH ON MY SIDE OF THE FENCE
NEVER SOLD OUT MY IDEALS, OR ADOPTED TRENDS TO STAY RELEVANT
BEEN CONSISTENT FOR YEARS; EVERY ROOM NEEDS ITS ELEPHANT
STOP PISSING AND MOANING; “YOU’RE SO MISUNDERSTOOD”
I STAGEDIVED BEFORE YOU WERE BORN TO BANDS THAT WERE ACTUALLY GOOD
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SMELLING THE FLOWERS AT MY WAKE
(O’BRIEN / BLAKE / DARKSIDE NYC)
THE OBJECT OF DESIRE BECOMES THE DRUDGERY OF ROUTINE
WHILE AMBITIONS MAKE WAY FOR DREAD, TEARS MELT A FROZEN DREAM
INDEFINITE DEFERMENT: THE ESSENCE OF FUTILITY
SUSPENSE BREEDS SENILITY
MY PAST OVERWHELMS ME FOR THE FUTURE I’M FACING
KNOWING I’LL BE DEAD ONE DAY BUT GROWING IMPATIENT
EYES BORE HOLES IN ME–TORN APART AT THE SEAMS
TREPHINED UNMERCIFULLY, MY POSITIVE THOUGHTS ESCAPE LIKE FUCKING STEAM
MY SITUATION’S HOPELESS; I CAN’T WAIT TO DIE
NO LONGER PONDERING THE PATH THAT I MUST TAKE
IN A FLEETING MOMENT (I CAN) SMELL THE FLOWERS AT MY WAKE
WITH EACH PASSING DAY, I’M ONE DAY CLOSER TO DYING
THE EXPANSE OF LIVING IS BUT A TRANSIENT STATE
WITH EACH PASSING DAY, I’M ONE DAY CLOSER TO DYING
EVERY DAY I’M ONE DAY CLOSER TO DEATH
ANOTHER DAY CLOSER TO DEATH
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A Mockery In My Eyes...
04:23
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A MOCKERY IN MY EYES...
(O’BRIEN / BLAKE / MELNICK / BRANCIFORTE)
PLAGUED BY UNCERTAINTY
SO-CALLED FRIENDS DESERT ME
NO LONGER SEEK ACCEPTANCE
ONCE ABUNDANT WITHIN
STARING AT THE SUN, MY RETINAS SWELL AND BURN; PERENNIAL SYMBOL OF HOPE
A MOCKERY IN MY EYES
PESSIMISTIC, THE ONLY REALISTIC AND PREFERABLE WAY IN WHICH TO COPE
BLEAK OPTIMISM RUBBED OUT BY PAST EXPERIENCE
STARING BACK FROM MY HAUNTING REFLECTION–MET WITH DEPRAVED INDIFFERENCE
AN AMORPHOUS STATE OF MOLECULAR MASS WITH MAGNETIC CONDUCTIVITY
MORTAL FORCES PULSATE THE INNER SPECTRUM, THUS KEPT IN CLOSER PROXIMITY
BLACK SHROUDS OF MOURNING TO BLOCK UNWELCOME RAYS OF INTRUSION
ALONE I CONTEND, BUT DON’T KNOW HOW TO MAKE AMENDS
PERSPIRATION BEADS ON MY TEMPLES–A DIZZYING SENSATION
GRIPPING THE BANISTER TO KEEP FROM TUMBLING DOWN THE FUCKING STAIRS
WALLED OFF IN SOMBER ISOLATION
THE SKY IS FILLED WITH STARS
BUT NONE ARE SHINING ON ME
VAST-REACHING COSMOS
THE STILLNESS OF ETERNITY
THE EFFERVESCENCE OF DOUBT EMULSIFIES MY SPIRIT
MY POTENTIAL BLARING, BUT I’M TOO FAR TO HEAR IT
NO LONGER CONCERNED
WITH THE WEATHER-DETERMINED OPINIONS
OF INSIGNIFICANT OTHERS
THE EFFERVESCENCE OF DOUBT EMULSIFIES MY SPIRIT
MY POTENTIAL BLARING, BUT I’M TOO FUCKED TO HEAR...
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"TOSSING TOMATOES AT YOUR HARDCORE HEROES"
(O’BRIEN / MELNICK / BRANCIFORTE)
I’M NOT HERE TO IMPRESS A BUNCH OF FUCKING WEIRDOS
TOO BUSY TOSSING TOMATOES AT YOUR HARDCORE HEROES
IT’S BEEN A LONG TIME… YOU SHOULDN’T HAVE LEFT US
WITH JUST ONE DEMO AND EXPECT US
TO IGNORE THE YEARS OF WACKNESS–YOUR TRACK RECORD’S GARBAGE
STILL LIVING OFF THE PAST, I LAUGH HOW THESE NEW GUYS PAY HOMAGE
ONE BIG FAKE-ASS NOSTALGIA TRIP
BUT NO ONE THAT WAS EVEN THERE IS STILL AROUND TO CARE
DON’T THINK FOR A MINUTE WE’RE GONNA LET YOU FORGET
THAT SELLOUT ATTEMPT YOU LEAVE OFF YOUR DISCOGRAPHY LISTS
DON’T TRY TO PRETEND THAT IT DOESN’T EXIST
THE INDUSTRY CAME CALLING–YOU THOUGHT YOU WERE HOT SHIT
SAW YOUR FIRST 7” ON THE WALL; THE PRICE? A JACKSON AND A GRANT
I TRY TO THINK OF ONE REASON TO CARE–I’M AT A LOSS; I FUCKING CAN’T
"HOW IT WAS INTENDED"
(O’BRIEN / MELNICK / BRANCIFORTE)
I’VE SAID MY PIECE AND NOW YOU’RE OFFENDED
LET ME TELL YOU SENSITIVE MUTHAFUCKAZ JUST HOW IT WAS INTENDED
NOT TAKING IT BACK, OR APOLOGIZING FOR SHIT
YOUR RUFFLED FEATHERS DON’T CONCERN ME A BIT
BACK IN THE DAY, THERE WAS FREE EXPRESSION–OPEN MINDS
BUT IF EVERYONE JUST TOES THE LINE, IT’S A FUCKING WASTE OF TIME
SINCE ALL YOU EVER DO IS COPY WHOEVER PRECEDED YOU
EVENTUALLY YOUR FANS WILL FIGURE IT OUT AND WONDER WHY THEY EVER NEEDED YOU
YOU HEAR THAT SOUND? IT’S A CIRCULAR SAW
I WANT SOMEONE TO TELL ME THAT “IT AIN’T HARDCORE”
SINCE WHEN DID THIS MUSIC BECOME THE MOST CONFORMIST...
AND A MAGNET FOR THE EGOS THAT ARE MOST ENORMOUS
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DRINK TO HAVE A GOOD TIME
(O’BRIEN / MELNICK / BRANCIFORTE)
LOOK AT ALL THE HAPPY PEOPLE–THEY MAKE ME WANNA PUKE
MY ATTEMPTS AT BEING ONE OF THEM ARE CONSTANTLY REBUKED
I GET ALONG WITH OTHERS, BUT NOTHING EVER CLICKS
WHEN THINGS GO WRONG, IT DON’T TAKE LONG FOR ME TO WANNA QUIT
SO I DREAM UP GRANDIOSE SCHEMES AND SWEAR I’LL DO IT ON MY OWN
’CAUSE EVERYONE SEEMS TO LET ME DOWN THAT I PUT MY TRUST UPON
GETTING USED TO IT IS THE WORST THING ABOUT DESPAIR
I TRY TO SEE THE GOOD IN OTHERS, BUT I NEVER FOUND NOTHING THERE
WOMEN AND SUNSHINE, YOU’RE OUT FOR A FUN TIME
AND HERE I’M STEADY COPING ON THREE BOTTLES OF BUM WINE
MY NERVES? WHAT SWERVES? THEY’RE SLICED AND HANGING LOOSE
SELF-MEDICATE TO EXCESS TO BLUNT THE EFFECTS OF POTENTIAL STRESS
IT’S STRANGE HOW PEOPLE CHANGE, BUT THE YEARS HAVE THAT EFFECT
TOO BAD WE HAVEN’T KEPT IN TOUCH, I SUSPECT YOU HAVEN’T NOTICED YET
A CONSTANT REMINDER THAT LIFE COULD BE KINDER
I DRINK TO FORGET–I WAKE UP AND WINCE
GUESS I’VE BEEN DOING SOME MOVING ON, SOME MOVING UP AND ON OUT
I’D RATHER RIP THAN THINK OF SHIT TO TALK ABOUT–SO FUCK IT–LEAVE ’EM ALL IN DOUBT
FRIENDS I HAD A FEW, EXPECTATIONS ONE OR TWO
I’VE GOT TO RISE ABOVE IT ALL, SO I CAN REIGN DOWN ABRUPT
BEEN DOWN IN THE HOLE AS OF LATE
FIND IT DIFFICULT TO CONCENTRATE
THE CONVERSATION FLOWED UNTIL THE KEG RAN DRY
AND I REMEMBERED HOW I DON’T RELATE
SUFFERING THROUGH PARTIES, FEEL LIKE A STOWAWAY
MOST OF MY DISDAIN IS RESERVED FOR THE DOUCHEBAG D.J.
HOW LONG HAVE WE BEEN HERE–THREE HOURS OR FOUR?
FUCK THE ELECTRIC SLIDE–SHIT, HAHA!–THROW ON SOME CARNIVORE (WAR)
THE COMPANY OF OTHERS: I STRUGGLE TO ENDURE
THE MINDLESS CHATTER AND PLEASANTRIES: I OFTEN JUST IGNORE
A FEW WISECRACKS–I KNOCK ’EM BACK–I KEEP ON ORDERING MORE
FOR A WHILE AT LEAST, YOU’RE NOT AS BORING AS I THOUGHT YOU WERE BEFORE
I FINALLY RELAX WHEN THE STREAMERS ARE AT HALF-MAST
RIGHT BEFORE THE BEER CANS SWEPT AWAY, AND THE CLEANUP’S UNDERWAY
IMAGINING MYSELF AMONG THE GHOSTS OF REVELERS
AND THEN MY HEADACHE STARTS POUNDING AWAY UNTIL LATE THE NEXT DAY
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Drained In Defeat
03:41
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DRAINED IN DEFEAT
(O’BRIEN / BLAKE / DARKSIDE NYC)
STRUGGLING ALONG, I'M FORCED TO CONTEND
WITH CONSTANT REPROBATIONS; WHY–I JUST CAN'T COMPREHEND
AN EMOTIONAL DIFFUSION, STABILITY I'M LOSING; PAIN AND ANGER BLEND
JUST WHEN I'M CONVINCED I’VE GOT IT ALL WORKED OUT...
I'M PROVEN WRONG AGAIN–AND AGAIN
NEVER UNDERSTOOD YOUR POINT AND NEVER GAVE A SHIT
A REALIST, SO I REALIZE YOU'RE JUST A HYPOCRITE
YOU'RE RESENTFUL AND BEGRUDGING, BUT I'M NOT BUDGING
THAT'S NO GROUNDS FOR ME TO BE APOLOGETIC
MY OPINIONS HAVE OFFENDED YOU, AND I'M NOT SYMPATHETIC
SURE, I COULD PLAY THE PART IF I THOUGHT IT MEANT SOMETHING
BUT WHY WOULD I EVEN BOTHER TO PRETEND?
YOUR WORDS ARE RECYCLABLE–THEY MEAN ABSOLUTELY NOTHING
AND NOW YOU'VE CALLED UPON ME AS A FRIEND? A SCUMBAG ’TIL THE END
ALONE WITH MY THOUGHTS–EXTREME MENTAL UNREST
SUFFERING IN SILENCE, BUT NOT QUITE DISTRESSED
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WHAT EVER HAPPENED TO OLD NEW YORK?!!
(O’BRIEN / TAKÉ / MELNICK)
NOSTALGIC FOR A TIME WHEN THINGS SUCKED MUCH LESS
I LOOK AROUND THE CITY I GREW UP IN–EVERYTHING’S GONE; THERE’S NOTHING LEFT
FROM THE CLUBS: WETLANDS, CB’S
TO CONEY ISLAND AND TRAINS WITH GRAFFITI
THE RITZ, L’AMOUR: THEY ALL CLOSED THEIR DOORS
AND THE MUSIC WE LIVED FOR DIED OUT SOME MORE
THE L.E.S., THE WILLY-B:
NO MORE ARTISTS AND MINORITIES–JUST PRICEY BOUTIQUES
HELL’S KITCHEN, TIMES SQUARE:
I WANNA SHOOT FUCKIN’ TOURISTS EVERY TIME I GOTTA WALK THROUGH THERE
WHAT MADE NEW YORK COOL IS BARELY RECOGNIZABLE
THE LANDSCAPE’S BEEN REARRANGED; THE DIFFERENCE IS SIZEABLE
THE CRIME RATE’S DOWN TOO MUCH–EVERYTHING’S LAMER
HOW MANY TIMES YA GONNA BUST ME FOR OPEN CONTAINER?
IT’S BECOME A SAFE HAVEN FOR THE RICH AND TRENDY
WHAT WE NEED’S A RETURN TO THE MURDER RATE OF 1990
WHAT EVER HAPPENED TO OLD NEW YORK?!!
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FOR THE LITTLEST ANGELS
(INSPIRED BY ONE WHO GOT AWAY)
(O’BRIEN / MELNICK)
I’M FEELING OVERWHELMED; I CAN’T SEEM TO GET AHEAD
NO PROGRESS HAS BEEN MADE; MY SENSE OF DREAD EVEN MORE WIDESPEAD
LAST CHRISTMAS... IT WASN’T SO GREAT
NEVER GOT AROUND TO BUYING THAT EXTRA STOCKING, AND NOW I GUESS IT’S TOO LATE
WE HAD NAMES PICKED OUT; EVERYTHING WAS GOING FINE
BUT SOMETHING WENT SERIOUSLY WRONG, AND NOW WE’RE GOING OUT OF OUR FUCKING MINDS
I DON’T WHAT’S WORSE: THE GRIEF THAT WE REPRESS...
OR THE FACT THAT PEOPLE WON’T STOP GIVING THEIR GODDAMNED CONDOLENCES
WELL I TRIED TO GET BY...
THE HARDEST THING I HAD TO FACE: A PRIDE AND JOY I’LL NEVER EMBRACE
PERHAPS WE MADE THE ANNOUNCEMENT TOO SOON
BUT HOW WERE WE SUPPOSED TO GUESS? AND NOW WE’RE STRESSED AND GUILT-CONSUMED
MAYBE WE JUST NEED SOME TIME ALONE TO CRY, REGROUP AND LICK OUR WOUNDS
THERE’S NOTHING SADDER THAN A DEATH-FILLED WOMB
HOW WAS ANYONE TO PRESUME?
I GUESS THERE’LL BE NO BABY BOOM…
IF YOU WOULD HAVE STUCK IT OUT–DELIVERY MIGHT HAVE SUCKED…
BUT TO END UP IN OUR LOVING ARMS, LIFE WOULDN’T BE SO ROUGH
I BELIEVE IN KARMA (AND) EVERYTHING HAPPENS FOR A REASON
INTELLECTUALLY I’M COOL, BUT EMOTIONALLY I’M REELING
STILL STRUGGLING TO FIGURE OUT HOW TO MEMORIALIZE OUR LOST ANGEL
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IT’S GIVEN ME A LOT TO LIVE FOR
(O’BRIEN / NIERODA / MELNICK / EATON)
ONCE I WAS AN EMPTY SOUL; MY BLOOD PUMPED COLD
UNTIL I MET THE GIRL THAT FILLED THE MOLD OF DREAMS UNTOLD
THINGS WERE DEVELOPING–A BUDDING ROMANCE IN THE MAKING
BUT I LOVED HER FAR TOO HARD AND FAST; I COULD FEEL MY HEART BREAKING
I TRIED TO FOCUS ON THE BLISS, BUT LIKE A CURSE, MY BUBBLE WOULD BURST
WHAT KIND OF SCENARIOS? THE WORST–RUSHING ON IN TO DISPERSE
I OPENED UP TO HER IN EVERY IMAGINABLE WAY
BUT TIME WORE ON, AND THE NOVELTY WORE OFF; NEEDLESS TO SAY, WE CALLED IT A DAY
I’VE HAD A MANIC ATTRACTION FOR YA SINCE I FIRST LAID EYES ON YA
WE WERE BOTH ZOOTED AFTER SLAYER, BUT I GRAVITATED TOWARD YA–I JUST COULDN’T IGNORE YA
STILL RECALL THE FIRST KISS: THE PLATFORM, 125TH
THE SUMMER OF ’95–THAT DAY I FELT SO ALIVE
WHEN I’M CRAWLING THROUGH A MENTAL AVALANCHE; PITCH-BLACK NIGHT
NEED YOU TO HUG ME AND CONSOLE ME, ASSURE ME IT’LL BE ALRIGHT
STROKE OF MIDNIGHT, I WAS FEELING DOWN
WISH I WAS WITH MY BABY, BUT SHE’S NOWHERE TO BE FOUND
AND ONCE THE TEARS THEY FLOWED, IT FELT TOO GOOD TO STOP
IT HAD BEEN YEARS–I HAD SOME SERIOUS CATCHING UP TO DO
AS FATE SMILED ON, WE HAD THE CHANCE TO RECONNECT
OF COURSE I WENT FULL STEAM AHEAD AND PLAYED THE WHOLE DECK–IN FULL EFFECT
I TOOK THE RISK AND GOT MY INNER FEELINGS OFF MY CHEST
SIMPLE ENOUGH TO ASCERTAIN
SOON I WAS ON A CLOUD LO AND BEHOLD–SHE FELT THE SAME
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Vacant Sense Eruption
01:25
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VACANT SENSE ERUPTION
(O’BRIEN / MELNICK)
FLIGHT OF THE NEW MOON ECLIPSE
DARKNESS, MY ACCOMPLICE IN THIS HELL WHICH I EXIST
CAREENING THROUGH THE BRAMBLES; SEARCH FOR A SPIRIT SIGN
BURRS STICK TO MY ARMS AND ANKLES; DEER TICKS LICK MY WOUNDS
IN THE DISTANT HORIZON, WIND WHISPERS CHILL
BEFORE ME, APPARITIONS REVEAL THEIR INNER MYSTERY
LOST IN THE MOMENT OF MYSTIQUE, FASHIONED OUT OF FEAR
I CAN SENSE MY END IS NEAR
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Clawing And Tearing
03:15
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CLAWING AND TEARING
(O’BRIEN / BLAKE / MELNICK)
CLAWING AND TEARING AT CLAUSTROPHOBIC WALLS
CONFINEMENT LOCKED WITHIN APPARENT PARALYSIS
USELESS UNSEEING EYES STARE INTO BLACKNESS
(THE) SILENCE IS DEAFENING–IT PIERCES MY MIND
STILL ALIVE?
ENTOMBED–ETERNAL SUFFERING
ENTRAPPED–INFERNAL MISERY
EVERLASTING AGONY
ENGULFED–SWALLOWED INTO THE EARTH
BODY HITCHING, SUFFOCATING; STALE AIR HEAVY AND THICK
ANXIETY, INTENSITY; WITH EXTREME NAUSEA I CRINGE
I GUESS I'M STILL ALIVE, ’CAUSE I CAN FEEL MY SKIN CRAWL...
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COGNITIVE CAPABILITY OVERLOAD THE ABILITY TO STARE
OUT INTO MY OWN INNER WORLD AND NO LONGER BLINK!!
(O’BRIEN / NIERODA / MELNICK / BRANCIFORTE)
MY DISPOSITION AND MY INNER THOUGHTS ARE MISMATCHED
I’M SITTING IDLE; I’M TRYING NOT TO LET MENTAL CONFLICTS DISPATCH
CAN’T MAINTAIN A TRAIN OF THOUGHT FOR MORE THAN A MINUTE AND 5/6TH
ANTI-SOCIABLE, UNAPPROACHABLE–NEXT THING YOU KNOW IT’S MISSED
WHEN FORCED TO UNDERGO AN IMMINENT SOCIAL INTERACTION
I RELISH THE DRINK IN MY HAND, A MOMENTARY SOURCE OF DISTRACTION
YOUR ABSENT CONNOTATION SEEMS TO HAVE LOST MY ATTENTION
A FARAWAY GAZE–I NOD–HOSTAGE TO SOME VOID IN THIS DIMENSION
PLEASE DON’T BE OFFENDED IF OUR CONVERSATION SEEMS STRAINED
MY MIND IS TEMPORARILY SUSPENDED UNTIL MY SENTIENCE IS REGAINED
THEY’RE PASSING ME THE JOINT, BUT WHAT’S THE POINT? I’M ALREADY FLIPPING
VIEW FROM ABOVE; I CAN’T MAINTAIN MY ASTRAL PLANE–I’M TRIPPIN’
THE ABILITY TO STARE OUT INTO MY OWN INNER WORLD AND NO LONGER BLINK
AND NO LONGER BLINK!!
IN REMEBRANCE OF AN ERA NOT SO VERY LONG AGO
I LOST A GRIP ON MY COMPOSURE, SLIPPED AND LET BAD FEELINGS SHOW
CAN’T BELIEVE WHAT’S IN MY HEAD–IT’S RESTING IN MY HANDS
I’M LED TO THINK I’M NOT CUT OUT TO MEET SOCIETY’S DEMANDS
SOCIETY COMMANDS!!
INTROSPECTIVE CAPABILITY IS LACKING IN MOST
NO CONTROL, WHO STOLE THE SOUL? IT DISAPPEARED LIKE A GHOST
COMMON SENSE CONFORMIST VIEWED AS NORMAL AND SANE
END UP LIKE EVERYBODY ELSE–CAN’T THINK OF NOTHIN’ TO BE GAINED
MENTALLY DARK AND APART FROM OTHERS WHO CAN’T RELATE, I COME OFF HATED
WITHIN THE CONFINES OF NON-COMPLIANCE, I’M THUS ALIENATED
CALIBRATE THE CONNIVING; REDUNDANT RHETORIC COMPENSATED
AVOIDANCE I PREFER–DON’T NEED THEIR APPROVAL TO FEEL VALIDATED
EAGER ANTICIPATION: WHAT A FRUITLESS ENDEAVOR
THE POWER OF POSITIVE THINKING? HOW CLEVER
COMPLETE ENDOCRINE CONTROL IS MY ULTIMATE GOAL
I NEED A QUICKER PICK-ME-UPPER WHEN I’M DEEP IN THE HOLE
ANOTHER PHAT PLAN SHOT TO SHIT–ONCE AGAIN I BLEW IT
WHAT’S A DOPAMINE INDUCED STUPOR TO GET YOU RIGHT THROUGH IT
A NATURAL HIGH… BUT WHY LIVE A LIE?
IT’S ALL FUCKED UP WHEN YOU GET DOWN TO IT
GETTING THE THIRD DEGREE–THESE QUESTIONS ARE KILLIN’ ME
ALL I REALLY WANT IS SOME RELIEF; PRESCRIBE SOMETHING ILL FOR ME
TO TINGLE THE RECEPTORS AND TANTALIZE THE JOY
MY NEURONS ARE NUMBED BY CHEMICAL DECOY
PAST DECISIONS ARE ANALYZED FOREVER–NEVER FINAL
FUTURE CONSEQUENCES WEIGHED WHILE CURRENT URGES SCREAM LIKE PRIMAL
STAY WITHIN SAFE BOUNDARIES; DON’T STEP TOO FAR BEYOND
THE LINES OF MARKED ENEMY TERRITORY I SECRETLY ABSCOND
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Symmetry
00:47
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SYMMETRY
(O’BRIEN / TAKÉ / MELNICK)
A PART OF ME PREFERS TO SEE THINGS IN PERFECT SYMMETRY
ALL LINED UP AND ORDERLY–DON’T YOU DARE CALL IT O.C.D.
A PART OF ME PREFERS TO SEE THINGS IN PERFECT SYMMETRY
ALL LINED UP AND ORDERLY; MIRROR IMAGES HOW THE WORLD SHOULD BE
THE MORE I SEE, THE LESS I WANNA BE
LIKE THE DISORGANIZED ASSHOLES ALL AROUND ME
MY ULTRA-COMPLEX FILING SYSTEM IS SUPERIOR TO YOURS
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MY PATH OF LEAST RESISTANCE
(O’BRIEN / TAKÉ / MELNICK)
WELL I’VE GOT A LOT OF SHIT TO DO
I’M GOING CRAZY; GOT A LOT ON MY MIND
TO EXPLAIN MYSELF TO THE LIKES OF YOU?
SUCH A MEANINGLESS WASTE OF TIME
SO I CONCOCT VARIOUS EXPLANATIONS
THAT SEEM PLAUSIBLE ON THE SURFACE
AND I MAKE IT A POINT TO ANNOINT EVERY PHRASE
SUPER VAGUE AND AVOID FOLLOW-UP LIKE THE PLAGUE
I’M TALKING EACH AND EVERYTHING
THAT COULD LEAD TO FURTHER QUESTIONING
THERE’S NO SENSE MAKING YOU THE BENEFICIARY
OF ANYTHING BEYOND WHAT’S ABSOLUTELY NECESSARY
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IF ALL SHOWS WERE THIS GOOD, WE NEVER WOULD
HAVE CALLED IT QUITS!
(O’BRIEN / MELNICK / BRANCIFORTE)
PACKED UP THE CAR AND WE’RE READY TO GO
JUST GOT DONE PLAYING A SICK-ASS SHOW
THE PROMOTER WAS GREAT–HAD BALLANTINES ON ICE
WE SOLD A LOTTA MERCH AND THAT’S ALWAYS NICE
THE PLACE WAS LOOKING SKETCHY WHEN WE FIRST ROLLED UP
BUT IT WAS COOL–A LOTTA PEOPLE ACTUALLY SHOWED UP
THE OTHER BANDS WERE FRIENDS, AND LENT US ALL THEIR GEAR
I CHECKED THE MIC; THE MONITORS WERE CRYSTAL CLEAR
THE LIGHTS GO DOWN AND THE FEEDBACK SQUEALS
FROM THE FIRST STICK COUNT WE LET EM KNOW THE DEAL
DUDES WERE MOSHING AND PEOPLE GOT HURT
BUT IT WAS ALL FROM DANCING HARD, NOT ACTING LIKE JERKS
THERE WAS CROWD RIDING AND STAGE DIVING
WHEN TIME TO COLLECT, NO SCHEMING OR CONNIVING
THE BAND WAS ON POINT AND DIDN’T MISS ANY CHANGES
MY THROAT HAD PHLEGM-COAT AND I HIT ALL MY RANGES
SO THE SHOW IS OVER AND THE DRINKS ARE POURING
WE’RE FROM OUTTA TOWN, BUT DON’T GOTTA GET UP IN THE MORNING
REMINISCING WITH SOME OLD TIMERS, WE HAD A BLAST
TALKING BOUT SLAMMIN’ SHOWS FROM DECADES PAST
AND THESE GIRLS CAME UP AND THEY WERE MAD PRETTY
ROCKIN’ LUSCIOUS TITTIES AND ASSES THE SIZE OF A CITY
WE CHILLED IN THE BACK WHERE THEY HAD A LOUNGE
WHAT HAPPENED NEXT–I’M LEAVING OUT OF MY ACCOUNT...
GOOD MORNING MUTHAFUCKAS; IT WAS QUITE A NIGHT
NOW I’M WALKING KINDA FUNNY, BUT I FEEL AIIIGHT
SO WE GET IN THE RIDE AND I DON’T TURN THE IGNITION
’CAUSE I FELT A RATHER UNPLEASANT PREMONITION
MY REFLEXES SLOWER, BUT MY SENSES HEIGHTENED
I DON’T REALLY WANT A COURT DATE AND MORE POINTS ON MY LICENSE
SO I TOLD THE FELLAS THAT I HAD TO EAT
AND WE GOT OUT AND STARTED TOWARD A DINER UP THE STREET
IT WAS THE BEST CHOICE EVER–WHO WAS RIGHT THERE WAITING?
A PATROL CAR FULL OF PIGS MASTURBATING
UNDER THEIR MUSTACHES THEY ALL WORE SCOWLS
THEIR NIGHTSTICKS GREASY FROM SOMEBODY’S BOWELS
BUT WE WEREN’T NERVOUS, NOT ONE IOTA
SORRY, OFFICERS, FOR NOT HELPING WITH YOUR QUOTA…
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Astral Projection On DMT
06:15
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STROLL THROUGH A FALLING ROCK ZONE IN MY
SUBCONSCIOUS
(O’BRIEN / MORLOS / MELNICK / BRANCIFORTE / NIERODA)
MY WORLD IS CRUMBLING AROUND ME
I SHIELD MY EYES FROM THE DEBRIS
REMNANTS OF HORRORS ONCE BURIED INSIDE
PERSONAL HARDSHIPS ARE BUILDING UP
ALAS, MY SMILE IS JUST A COVER-UP
THE PAINFUL MEMORIES LINGER BUT HIDE
THESE ARE NOT PSYCHOLOGICAL SCARS
THAT WOULD INFER A HEALING PROCESS HAS TAKEN PLACE
SOMETIMES I SEEM TO BE COPING WELL
BUT DEEP DOWN I WAS NEVER MORE MISERABLE
AN EXPLANATION I CAN’T PROVIDE
BENEATH HERE, A FAULT LINE EXISTS
TECTONIC PLATES SHIFT
THE GROUND AROUND ME IS SPLITTING OPEN WIDE
THESE ARE NOT PSYCHOLOGICAL SCARS
THAT WOULD INFER A HEALING PROCESS HAS TAKEN PLACE
EMBATTLED BRAINS INCUR THE BLAME…
MALICIOUS WISHES; WHAT REMAINS?
A SOLITARY SOUL IN A CLUSTER OF COMMOTION…
THROUGH CRUMBLING VALLEYS I ROAM
I’VE SEARCHED FAR AND WIDE
FOR THE CRACK IN THE TWILIGHT
TO CALL HOME AND CRAWL DEEP INSIDE
PARTAKE OF THE ROOT
MEANING WILL FOLLOW SUIT
REACH PAIN’S THRESHOLD, PERHAPS
(BUT) BEST TO KEEP IT ALL UNDER WRAPS
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UNIVERSAL CONVICTION ON A FALSE PRETENSE
(O’BRIEN / BLAKE / DARKSIDE NYC)
YOU PRAY TO GOD AND ASK HIS FORGIVENESS
YET HE WON'T ANSWER IN THE CONVENTIONAL WAYS
YOU CLAIM TO HAVE FAITH, BUT FOR WHAT REASON?
YOUR PRAYERS REMAIN UNHEARD AND YOU'RE STILL BELIEVING
DEPENDENT UPON TRUST THAT'S NOT BEEN ESTABLISHED
YOU'LL FEEL BETRAYED WHEN ALL YOUR HOPES ARE BANISHED
AN ORGANIZED ATTEMPT TO INSTILL FEAR...
DAMNATION AND THREAT OF HELLFIRE
ANCIENT FABLES, MORAL CONTRADICTIONS:
MY IMPIOUS CONSCIENCE WILL REFLECT NONE OF THIS
THE BIBLE IS BUT A BOOK OF FICTION
2,000 YEARS ON THE BESTSELLER LIST
WITH BLEEDING HEART'S SHOCKING REALIZATION
YOU'LL REGRET RELIGIOUS AFFILIATION
TOWARD HEAVEN DISENGAGED SOULS DO NOT DRIFT
WHEN DEATH OCCURS, YOU SIMPLY CEASE TO EXIST
LIFE EXTINGUISHED
BASIC EARTHLY PLEASURES IN LIFE ARE RENOUNCED
DISMISSED AS MATERIALISTIC; EXTRACTION OF DOUBTS
AN EXISTENCE BASED ON DEPRIVATION, YOU’RE CONTENT
WAITING FOR YOUR REWARD WHEN YOU'RE HEAVEN SENT
YOU'LL SOON REALIZE THERE'S NO RESURRECTION
THE COFFIN IN WHICH YOU LIE–YOUR ONLY PROTECTION
AN ORGANIZED ATTEMPT TO INSTILL FEAR...
DAMNATION AND THREAT OF HELLFIRE
HELL IS ON EARTH
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CASUALTIES OF A FLEETING EXISTENCE
(O’BRIEN / BLAKE / DARKSIDE NYC)
ACCIDENTAL DISMEMBERMENT; CIRCUMSTANTIAL DETRIMENT
CRUSHING, BONE SPLINTERING IMPACT; VERTEBRAE SCARCELY INTACT
CASUALTIES OF A FLEETING EXISTENCE
EXPOSED TO TOXIC ELEMENTS; CANCER-INDUCING AGENTS
DIAGNOSIS: TERMINAL; PREDESTINY INESCAPABLE
CASUALTIES OF A FLEETING EXISTENCE
DEATH IS AN AMBIGUOUS CONSTITUENT OF CONSCIOUSNESS
WHICH SUPPORTS AND COINCIDES WITH LIFE–THE VISIBLE PLANE
IN WHICH WE BASE OUR UNDERSTANDING
MORTALITY RIDES UPON UNCERTAINTY
PRECARIOUSLY PERCHED UPON THE HEIGHT OF INSTABILITY
A DUALISTIC NATURE ONLY TIME CAN DISRUPT
SPHERES OF INFLUENCE COLLIDE AND CORRUPT
ACCELERATE THE PREVALENT CYCLE; EXPEDITE YOUR FATE
EMBRACED BY COILS OF LIBERATION–I KICK THE CHAIR FROM BENEATH ME
NOW SUSPENDED AND RELIEVED, EYES TURNED UP TOWARD VACANCY
CASUALTIES OF A FLEETING EXISTENCE
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Slipping Away
02:16
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SLIPPING AWAY
(O’BRIEN / BLAKE / DARKSIDE NYC)
DROWNING... IN A SEA OF DESPAIR
FIGHTING BACK; GOING UNDER–GASPING FOR AIR
A VAST OCEAN OF EMOTION; FUCKING NOBODY CARES
SURRENDER TO THE TIDES OF TIME AND DRIFT FOREVER
EVENTUALLY WASH UP ON A DESOLATE BEACH
SLIPPING AWAY; HANDS REACHING HIGHER
GRASPING AT NOTHING; ALL HOPE IS ABOLISHED
ENTWINED IN A PERPETUAL VICIOUS CYCLE OF DESPERATION
ENVELOPED IN SOLITUDE–A MAJOR VORTEX OF INDIFFERENCE
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22. |
Bury Me In A Cinch-sak®
04:56
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BURY ME IN A CINCH-SAK®
(O’BRIEN / MELNICK / BRANCIFORTE)
I NEED TO ACHIEVE GREATNESS, AND FOUND A WAY TO GUARANTEE MY OBJECTIVE
NO OTHER REASON TO STICK AROUND–IT APPEARS I’VE CONCLUDED MY SEARCH
THOUGHT I WAS LOOKING DOWN FROM A LOFTIER PERSPECTIVE
AS THE WIND SPIRITS PLUCK ME FROM THE BALCONY WHERE I’M PERCHED
DO YOU THINK YOU COULD GET THAT ON VIDEO?
OUR RECENT OFFERING WASN’T TAKING OFF, AND IT SURE WAS A MASTERPIECE
JUST THINK HOW SALES WOULD INCREASE IF REPACKAGED AS A POSTHUMOUS RELEASE
WE’VE BEEN ON A STEADY DECLINE–WHOLE CAREER IN DOWNSHIFT
PICTURE ME–A SUDDEN LEGEND! THREE BOXSETS UNHEARD ARE FOUND QUICK
THEY’LL SAY I WENT OUT NICE: ONE FINAL RUSH, EXHILARATED STATE
VELOCITY INCREASING AT AN ALARMING RATE
DO YOU THINK YOU COULD GET THAT ON VIDEO?
I CONTEMPLATE MY END, AND THE CONSEQUENCES OFTEN
MAMA SHOULDN’T HAVE TO SPEND TEN GRAND ON A USELESS COFFIN
FINAL REQUEST STIPULATED IN MY NOTARIZED WILL
TO BE LAID OUT IN A WOODEN BOX–AND CARDBOARD’S CHEAPER STILL
PLANT MY CORPSE IN POTTER’S FIELD AND LET THE WEEDS GROW
GLAD MY EYES ARE SEWN–DON’T EVEN WANNA KNOW WHO DIDN’T BOTHER TO SHOW
TO MY FAMILY AND FRIENDS: I HOPE MY MEMORY NEVER ENDS
TOAST MY BELIEFS AND IDEAS, AND WATCH THE TAPE BACK EVERY YEAR
IMMORTALIZE MY WORDS
GRAVEN QUOTE ETCHED INTO MARBLE STONE
SEARCH FOR UNDERLYING MEANING
DECIPHER MY CODE OF SILENCE
WHERE NONE CAN BE REALIZED
SIMPLY INVENT ONE AND ATTACH A HIGH DEGREE OF SIGNIFICANCE
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23. |
Driufracrullium
14:56
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Darkside NYC New York, New York
This band rose from the festering vomit of homeless devil worshipping junkies and their music sounds like it was conceived inside a dumpster where the corpses of several beheaded prostitutes were slaughtered.
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