v​/​a "You Can't Kill Me, I'm Already Dead"

by Atomic Action! Records #54

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Gabe wants to kill
eat shit.
Endgame Lords of war hide behind a pale white face Bent on domination, enslaving the human race Ancient orders in control bend us to their design Population devastation the old world left behind We know what you want and just how you’ll get it Line your pockets and call it fucking deficit There’s no way to fight it, it’s out of our control Get out there and consume to aid in their goal Join the army forces and kill when they command We remain helpless to a world in a skeletal hand
Seeing Through Burned out buildings, testaments to time Brand new facades propagating lies You can dress up a dog but its guts remain Scars scream out lingering with pain Show me progress, I’ll show you death Show me hope, I see a world bereft Lasting hatred, although we feign Forever stagnant eternally chained Continue living, a chemical response Stuck in the cycle, all freedom’s been lost Religious dogma, Sacrament we chew Push the grindstone, till it crushes you.
Pigs Lead the bodies to the trunk. Park the Cadillac savor your lunch. With every little road that I roam. They'll feel on their aching bones. It never had to be this way. But you said my name in vein so I took aim. We all commit to the roles we play. So there will be no judgement come judgement day. Pigs all Pigs. Pigs all you fucking pigs. Darling why don't you come and take a walk with me. It's all politics baby they don't mean the words they speak. There was blood and disease in this room full of wedding rings. But the difference here is. We dispose of the hostages that we catch. Fees the bodies to the fucking pigs. We leave no trace of dental records. Oh the look on their eyes shows me I'm still alive.
Drug tongue No one out on this road, and im so far from home. With this bottle of booze and this booklet of poems. You are dressed to impress your lips luscious and red with the taste of cigarettes lying under your breath. I know we know. I am better then this. So drive your knees through my weathered chest. The weight of the world lies beneath your breasts. Pull the plug I'm not cut out for this. Watch me swallow my own tongue. I've nailed myself to the cross. We're all dying to be loved. We take comfort in this drug. God fearing self loathing heart beating still choking. Oh how i love to swing amongst the summer breeze. the noose is tied around my neck i know what it means to breath. We're all dying to be loved. Watch me swallow my own tongue.
Broken and dishelved beaten and bruised My bodys still healthy my minds been abused No one can really tell nobody even cares I'm alone in my prision sanity slips through these tears Contusions and deep cuts Not one can be seen Each one of them hurt so much How could you be so mean No one can save me From the state that I am in Theres nothing left to do I am forced to give in Contusions and deep cuts Not one can be seen Each one of them hurt so much How could you be so mean Sanity slips through these tears
Maybe I'll just bury myself, along with potential I've strangled to death. Smothering every "what if" in the hole where I and chances die. Buried alive by abstract notions. Asleep in the sand swept up by the ocean. The next hole I dig I bury the shovel. Please don't destroy the mystery
Here Come That Ole' Train A-Coming Blues I can't seem to get it right, Not one decision in my fucking life. These days I'm only ever scared, Not like anybody cares. I've lost so much, I'm barely even here It's probably better if I disappeared. Loved ones are strangers to me, pretend not to hear me when I speak. I'm sick of my voice too, so whats the use? My problems feel petty, my words are re-used Sometimes the world eats you, with no excuse, Skins will get thicker or numbers get reduced.
I Do Believe We're Naked By Funky See, Funky Do. A city of tombstones Where nothing good survives, Where every persons fucking dead inside. They waste this and build their walls, Expect you to walk around like nothings wrong. This won't be my, cross. This won't be my cross Not when I know There's men and women out there working To change a culture they don't recognize. They're never scared to make this contribution Everyday we defend, to give back to what saved our lives. I'd only ever been told I was wrong That I wasting my time That there's no future in any of this No matter how hard we try But we'll keep building thanklessly While you keep wondering why, This gave me everything. So I'm not going to watch it die. Shut us out of your clubs, and we'll build our own Give us what no one wants, we'll make that our home Let those in the margins see, they are not alone What we've built is a world you will never know, You will never know You will never know You will never know You will never own.
I walk upon the wall not to short, not to tall I feed the gravel pit This is that, and that is it I walk the buzzards ball not to short, not to tall They pull and scratch and tear I just sit back and stare Is it reality or just a nightmare (discharge!)? Born in two with both eyes open Looking for the trees Born before the skies had faded There's no need for me To say sorry Doomsday, doomsday Your invited Packaged without stain Doomsday, doomsday Lined with plastic Polyethylene I'm drowning In fucking Sleepy's
Seperate from our core by one bridge through the orb, sun refracts off distant glass. The plates of time begin to pass. Souls are born through science god; queen of nature, king of thought. And in this lapse of the light the rogues will rise, inhabitants of their maker's eyes. In the same halls they made creatures sit. They lay in wait. They turn their gaze. Begin to praise the delivery of golden grain. Momentary bliss til eclipse, mother's eyes get blacked out. Now they become the gods they loved through trials of pen and blood. The rogues step back garbed in hoods. They resurrect aurora woods. Momentary bliss til eclipse, father's eyes have turned down. And when the light fills up the air the beings will start to stare. All of the beauty overwhelming. One rogue has stitched the tear. "I guess I'm just really interested in the universe. I'm not as much interested in how it actually works, as much as I'm interested in the stories it becomes. There are so many places we have never been. Each time I write one, it becomes real. Because who's to tell me they aren't real. You have never been there, but I have. He comes to me in the night and tells me all of life's secrets. He whispers in my ear, this is how life became. He reminds me in the morning, of how Andrew dreamt. We floated on plates, with no definite goal. "What other dreams did you visit that night?" he asks me, as if to mock my ignorance. I of course do not remember. I am only human, where he is spiritual energy. I'll close my eyes, and let him enter. He of course doesn't have eyes. Always awake. I don't mind if he watches, though, he is only here to observe. Neither malice nor love dwells inside the nothingness, only knowledge. Why he has chosen me I may never know. Possibly when I die he will let me in. But probably not, I am nothing to him. I am just a mouse that he watches in this maze. He wears a lab coat, but not a lab coat. He wears nothing. He has no body. I write this and I wait for him to form in front of me, to say the next line. I shake with fear at the thought of his form, my shoulders begin to feel pressed down. I am alone in my living room as I type this. But I am not alone. Because he watches."
They stare off. They idolize. They can't stop. They're going blind. The planets turn, shine on a new ground. The hermits start casting stones. Why are we still fenced in? Spitting and throwing bolts,cursing and tearing through. Just look at us please look at us please look at. Why create us in your image just to die? Existance without love is simply dry. You left us without the lakes but surely fire in barren lands is never short supply. Skin is dried and cracking, burnt and wearing thin. Our ribs are showing, horns are growing. Light and water. The gifts you brought our siblings while our dirt grew hotter. Love and caring. What you brought the light side as sirens were blaring. The few drops were only a tease to keep us going while you stepped out. The jealousy of society, the knowledge of our world. Surely we cannot love when shoved down in a hole. The ignorance of pampered life, the comfort of a home. Surely we cannot love, when we believe we're alone. A mother's eyes, two distant stars, blind to our two worlds. She has no sons.


Eight Rhode Island hardcore bands converge on RI's legendary Machines With Magnets studio and in three days churn out 16 amazing songs. Atomic Action! Records #54.


released February 10, 2013

All songs recorded, mixed and mastered at Machines With Magnets in lovely Pawtucket Rhode Island. Engineered by Seth Manchester. Mastered by Keith Souza and organized by Reba Mitchell.


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