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Oms
21:21
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Wake up the neighbors
No more shutting eyes
pull pupils open in distress
No pinch me nightmares
No LSD in your cheerios
Thirty years of decline
Thirty years of apologizing for the Exxon monster
The BP brigade
Sniffling over Koch creations
Our environment has shed us
It’s a state of emergency, a peaking sense of numb
there’s a pivotal urgency, what could have we possibly done?
What was once stability is slipping from under our thumbs
Now embrace tragedy, count minutes until we’re done
We kept letting it go
said “death to humanity”
we kept letting it go
Means nothing to you or me
We remained motionless when things began to change
ignored extremities, kept eyes glued on today
No drive to make things right, minds constantly astray
Kept sights away from the concerning and the strange
I opened eyes in 2009, too late to make a change
too late for us to right our wrongs and fix our burning states
too late to lay a million sobbing crosses for our fates
too swift, too soon, no second chances, ridding us for all of our mistakes
Do they all get it? too late to find elsewhere or to regret it
made marks too deep to repair so forget it
made messes so its only fair we get it
made masses think, “we’re okay so don’t sweat it”
made morons fight against the ones who said it
and now we’re living movies that we shrugged off years ago
apocalypse is creeping up like late night sci-fi shows
ignorance is only pushing dirt onto our feet
we kept living for the day and so we’ve traded living for catastrophe
When picturing the future I see no bright mornings
no sunshine lines across the living room
I fear that we’re to live the things we’ve written of for years
doom, please enter quickly
please do not dwell on me while I am sinking
doom, please enter swiftly
prove to me the evils I’m predicting
Everything we all have loved is ripped away
based on acts of elders and prolonging their mistakes
Sell a mask of helping hands but no one really cares
so eat your eco meals, sip organic wine
recycling repeat, these actions so divine
discuss with prius people how we’ll be just fine
give up, give in, we’re done, just let us die
Ignored research ignored facts
in order to keep wallets fat
ignored warnings ignored cries
in order to keep profits high
We’re ripping resource from the dirt
squeezing each drop from the earth
Life cannot overrule the green
Save the rich monopolies
Sought convenience sought to save
Applauded profit-pulling ways
decreased health and increased wage
how did living get this way?
aspirations tangible
only want materials
ignore outside ignore real life
clutch your fortune as we die
Is living just a joke when there’s money to be made?
Keep pushing for extinction as long as you get paid
How did this mentality develop and decide
That fortune is forever, doesn’t matter if you die
Sick of the way we live
sick of giving reasons for it
sick of greedy activity
why can’t we learn some humility
sick of seeing injustice and death
We asked for change and wasted our breath
so now we’re asking to just be dead
Should have listened when they said
This progressing nightmare is now reality
Forget the highest income and just take what you need
but gimmie gimmie gimmie is all you had to say
No future on your mind, only focused on today
Solidified the future
dialed in demise
‘Cause every single one of us
turned a blind eye
Don’t look now
Eradicate a medium
Gimme what you got
No moderation
no second thoughts
Empty world
Do they all get it? the moment came and went and we let it
ignored the warning sign when we read it
picked profit over people, said “forget it”
lived in the present day, now we regret it
beg for forgiveness from the ones who said it
Take in what we have done
Drink from the Citarum
Vacation to Ahvaz
Breathe in New Delhi fog
Too late to go back
Smothered world
Sick earth
No care to react
Careless people
Covered eyes
It’s hard to love the land you’re from
when it’s succumb to rising seas
At least the mega churches stand tall
Shelter for hungry and diseased
Severity is reality
Those warning signs weren’t for fun
This isn’t myth or conspiracy
thirty years more and we’re done
Write it off as propaganda
With flat world attitudes
Don’t wanna fix filthy habits
Calamity is absolute
This generation is a goner
Place the problem in our hands
This living ain’t for much longer
now that we’ve narrowed in the chance
Blood shot eyes shot open late last night
clutching quickly for the drink by his bed
heard the sounds of the ground peeling off of the earth
rattled his bones and rushed the blood to his head
Walking down to the kitchen watched the lights stir up
pots and pans on the walls went to swaying
cracked a beer, lit a joint and sat at the table
muttered ‘bout the tricks his eyes were playing
looked at all the family photos hanging there on the wall
and in the corner of his eye he saw them shaking
one by one with the shaking they all started to fall
smashing down on the floor, set the whole house quaking
Started boarding up the windows
but thick winds all wanted them open
so he wrapped himself in blankets with a bible by his chest
and knew right then that it was god who had spoken
this ain’t some gods work
we must take full responsibility
our actions led to tragedy
The earth reacts accordingly
pushing us off, wiping us out
fossilized disasters
what was once the leading race
is buried for its selfish actions
take and take with no reservation
no thoughts of consequence
Thinking only of convenience
Remove all common sense
Take and take like this place is ours
to reap and drain for profit
profit leads to nothing
when we’re dropping it in coffins
breathing in debris
drinking toxicity
breathing in debris
drinking toxicity
harvest trees now we can’t breathe
pollution clouds now we can’t see
nature’s dead and we can’t eat
Consequence of human greed
We kept on letting it go
We’re sick of living the way we live
we’re sick of giving reasons for it
we’re sick of greedy activity
why can’t we learn some humility
we’re sick of seeing injustice and death
We asked for change and wasted our breath
so now we’re asking to just be dead
You should have listened to what they said
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2. |
Nocturnal Depression
02:11
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What it like to be happy all of the time?
What is it like to never think about a god damn thing?
What is it like to not have them creep on your night?
I mean thoughts, I mean doubts, I mean hating your own everything
I’m not faking nocturnal depression and pondering
Not faking my mind wandering
To where the vines creep in
I’m not faking negativity
I’m not putting on a show for popularity
Wish I could shrug it all off when my head hits the pillow each night
I’m not a nervous wreck I swear everything’s okay
But I want the negative attention and I want you to hate me
I want to feel unloved I want to feel like I’m alone
Yes I deserve it, feeling like shit feels like home
I’m not faking nocturnal depression and pondering
Not faking my mind wandering
To where the vines creep in
I’m not faking negativity
I’m not putting on a show for popularity
Wish I could shrug it all off when my head hits the pillow each night
Wish I could shrug it off but I’m here each night
And I feel it, like you feel it, like they tell me to feel it
But I don’t know where it will go
When I cast it so I keep it here
What the fuck do I know?
I know nothing, knowing nothing is the way that I’ll have to be
I’m not faking, I’m not lying, my conflicts are fucking reality
Fucking listen to me
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3. |
Hopeful Illusions
01:39
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Throwing 40s in Harvard windows
Black hoods over our heads
Never thought that things would be laid out just like they said
Forget our aspirations
Without a leg up
Only room for our types on the edges
Fill the comfort lives with suits and ties
Only room for us in box apartments
Don’t take people placement to heart
Follow routes that they suggested
For mediocre happiness
Surely there is more to life than remaining like this
Forget your US dreams
No way we’re good enough
Provide the same hopeful illusion
This land was made for you and me
Buy into paths with no conclusions
trust that trickle-down succeeds
Only room for our types on the edges
Fill the comfort lives with suits and ties
Only room for us in box apartments
Don’t take people placement to heart
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4. |
Fight Back
01:34
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Don’t need your fucking rich man advice
Paying you off while you’re naming your price
it’s hard enough without your eyes down my back
I don’t need you
Trying my best, trying my best
Not enough, not enough, trying my best
trying my best, trying my best
not enough, not enough, trying my best
We get the pressure from them
eyes glued to our backs
Trying my best, trying my best
Not enough, not enough, trying my best
Fight back
fight back, fight back back
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5. |
Dobre Den (for Cody)
00:40
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6. |
No Hope Folks
01:49
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Rise drunk mid day
They have a weight on this place
Trash tans, bare feet
Looks of disgust as their bones wither in heat
No hope folks
sick victims of poverty
No hope folks
they're digging graves in the streets
no hope folks
considered fuck ups and freaks
no hope folks
no one will find them some peace
They've stuck the needles in vain
Need a high to hide shame
Stupidity ain't to blame
Our efforts made 'em this way
Shut out from suburban homes
Left to burn out drink and roam
catching the worst of the grief
Then dying alone on the street
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7. |
Drones
02:01
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Killed another kid today
Tragic but we feel no pain
Terrorism is okay when brought on by the USA
Killed another family
Hundreds of casualties
Murdering the innocent, the only way to keep us free
They say get it out of my head
Salute the greens while I see red
Because it’s one for the many dead
How much blood must we shed?
The innocents we murder will never be remembered
Civilians were killed on site, no chance to surrender
Killed another family
Hundreds of casualties
Murdering the innocent, the only way to keep us free
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8. |
Flaggers
02:23
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Nineteen and feeling too sick
overly patriotic
Ignorant way to exist
Sweet land of narcissists
Flaggers
Cloth cult
An island of big heads
Self centered blind rednecks
No knowledge of foreign lands
Pure bred Americans
I'm sick of flags all lined up on the drives
Red white and blue being glued to my eyes
Hold hand to hearts, smiles all filled with pride as
Patriots line up to sign up and die
Cover our history
boasts of democracy
Cult driven ceremony
Stars and Stripes ain't for me
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