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Roses are red, violets are violet
And every time you speak I wish you would be silent
Cause you’re an angry drunk who prays for pay
Can’t trust a fucking word you say
You lost me when you threw that bottle in my face
You can kill yourself or sell your soul
I don’t care where you go
As long as it’s away from wherever I am
Man it’s way too late to make amends
And this is where it ends
Get the fuck out of my life
Why are you still here?
Actors feed on trends while tractors feed on diesel
But you, you feed on friends like a filthy fucking weasel
Keep telling me that I’m dispensable
Keep pulling shit that’s indefensible
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You win I loose, I get it you woke up way to soon
but bullets might get bit twice before the end of this life.
You eat cake I eat dirt there's only one does the work. I'm not gonna rectify this pie I'm taking mine, I'm taking mine.
Who wants to die in the sunlight? Not I, it's too bright I'm not here to advertise.
You became an astronaut, the police man helped me grow up. You sit in the shade, shady people give me what I crave. Losers can't be choosers, consent is made in a factory where they get paid.
Who wants to die in the sunlight? Not I, it's too bright I'm not here to advertise.
Is there something that money can't buy I want that, I want mine
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Misled - No way out
03:39
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A pressure so unrelenting
Fuels this ignoble compulsion
But I cannot cease, freedom don’t come cheap
We want it, we need it, devour and breed it
Consumption consumes us, and then we all fall down
Better learn to swim or drown
This tide will drag you out
And though I keep on descending
There’s still no sign of the bottom
And I cannot see the woods for the trees
Pursuing a purpose amidst all the surplus
It’s hard to keep up, running out of breath
I don’t want to waste what I have left
Pursuing emptiness
You should put out that fire so you won’t be alone
Safe in the rigid embrace of the clones
They want you to be part of their machine
Perpetuating misery
Abandon all hope all who enter here
Leave dreams at the door and adhere
You’re one of us now
You should be so proud
You should be so proud
To know that you’re one of us now
There’s no way out
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Hey Mr. President you seem so confident
Must be you can flap your mouth without any consequence.
Busting population is a booming inflammation with a finite planet its probably time to have this conversation with idiots on top and no space below, it's probably time to climb this ladder and make this place our own
High school told me one thing, that I can take a punching.
High school told me one thing, you should feel free to hate me.
I can take it on the chin so hate me.
Hey there white nationalist you take every incident and make it about yourself, do you come from where we live?
Voluntary human extinction is benevolent so take one for the team and have yourself an accident if you want to join rainbow there can't be just one white unicorn so embrace every race don't be a poes and have yourself a fucking jol.
Hey there to all my friends this song serves as evidence they can all run there mouths but music is where we live.
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Misled - Righteous lies
03:12
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You are one of a kind
You have a clever mind
You can be anything you like
I have no favourite child
It’s going to be alright
You’re safe inside your bed tonight
Is lying always wrong?
Because clearly these are righteous lies
You don’t look fat in that
That joke just made me laugh
I wasn’t staring at your ass
That’s a cool story bro
Sadly I have to go
Not because you smell like you hate soap
It isn’t wrong to lie in self defence
It isn’t wrong to lie for selfless ends
Lies are a tool much like a knife
Can slit a throat or save a life
I’m not really sad your grandfather is dead
But that’s a truth best kept inside my head
And if you think a secret I should keep
Know that I’m gonna have to lie to do it
If I’m having a shitty day I’ll say I’m doing fine
You’ve got your problems I’ve got mine
If my friends talk shit about you, you won’t hear it from me
Is that a sin or loyalty?
I’m slinging righteous lies!
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Passive aggressive, a dishwasher's perspective, overtime she gains clarity even though an incentive
So she spits in the cup for who it floweth over
They call it fine dining, she, mise an place for loafers.
Keeping your mind or minding your keep
This troubles her mind as she stares at the vagrants on the streets
Avoid the desperate affording your sleep
The bread you bought was baked by the week
Treason! Treason!
A dish won't wash itself but that's not the reason
Treason! Treason!
Be grateful for your job, the suggestion box is the new revolution.
The state is gonna give her an honest man
Move her from kitchen to kitchen
So she becomes a punching bag
No it ain't the life but it's what the lord gave me
Hope is the poison the system gives to enable me.
Young, proud, foly, if you don't find trouble you will find your knees
Wisdom evade me if I can't struggle and weather these seasons
Coerced by a system that inflicted these lesions
On my heart and your heart, each one is a reason to pick a pitchfork the time has come for Treason!
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Misled - Malice
04:21
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You have a mind to degrade and dispose of those
Who aren't like your dad and his mates
And your narcissism drives the air from my lungs
I can feel your reptile eyes
On the back of my neck
As you search for weakness
Feels like the sky is falling and I don't know why
Feels like my skin is crawling up and down my spine
Feels like my grave is calling me forward in time
Feels like my soul is choking beneath this disguise
And from 8-4 I'll be your whore again
You feel compelled to cut loose when you can't understand
And I feel the choke of this noose
And your narcissism drives the air from my lungs
I can feel your reptile eyes on the back of my neck
Like I'm buried beneath them
Cause it's easier for you this way
You think you don't care what people say?
The truth is you don't care whose psyche you slay
I've been here before today
Undecided under a sea of spite
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Philosophical, anatomical, disposition staring into the incomprehensible
Tonight you can hear the emptiness creak
No molotov, just a bed light, no cracking beers till the hours of first light.
I'm trying my best to remember how we use to go to sleep not that that's what I really need.
Light reading keeps my mind of where the embers burn.
Glass of water, why I bother I toss and turn wondering where you are.
Debating with myself is it really that far.
I'm going out.
Psychological, inconceivable microscopic thoughts make me retreat into a little bubble
My voice sounds weird when I hear myself think.
No rattling bed, no pulling hair just the sound of the cat stretching on the chair
I'm trying my best to remember how we use to go to sleep not that that's what I really need.
Light reading keeps my mind of where the embers burn.
Glass of water, why I bother I toss and turn wondering where you are.
Debating with myself is it really that far.
I'm going out.
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My friends and family have I got news for you!
Turns out some people aren't like us, they have such silly views
But I've discovered a fool proof cover to save us from them all
Because don't you know my friend? The world's a scary place
Let's get our answers from that friendly face
Get your hatred! Get your bias! Be a happy narcissist!
Comfy up that echo-chamber for your mind!
Forget science! Forget reason! Make the facts you want exist!
Safe inside the buzzing box of your own kind!
I hear there's discontent but find it all so strange
I don't know what that fuss is for, I don't want shit to change
This Garden of Eden of ignorant freedom will save us from them all
And just like that my friend! The world's a happy place!
(Feel free to agree with me in my safe space)
Echo sings sweet words to me, keeps me company.
Echo; human centifeed, gives me what I need to hate
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It's not my job to tell you what your job is
It's not my future to tell you that it's pointless
So take your fucking guns and shoot them at the Sun just make sure you remember at what and or where you aim, This legacy of shame
It's not my land to tell you where your home is
It's not my handshake to tell you what forgiveness is.
I hope we birth children without stomachs or eyes, lungs that do not breath, mouths that do not scream
We want children, we want children to see
We want children to witness this catastrophe.
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