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D.S.N.W.
01:09
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2. |
Laugh Track
00:51
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The lights are off and no one’s home
Eyes encased in rings of violet
Lips turned up, grinning in droves
with the warmth of a burning textbook
So why is no one laughing?
Don’t they get the joke?
They never get the joke
Laugh tracks in the final hour
Brushfire in the land of games
Jagged glow devoid of power
Master theater in the time of flames
So why is no one laughing?
Don’t they get the joke?
They never get the joke
Laugh track
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3. |
Branded
01:05
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Branded on my psyche; burned into my brain
Breaking from what cycle? Surrendering what chains?
Again, and again
But I’ve seen how it ends
Arch my spinal column, break my knees;
what you took from them you’ll never get from me
Again, not again, not again
When you die, you’ll see it too
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4. |
The Cosmic Leash
00:50
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Scratching, clawing
Writhing, pleading
Wrap myself in ointment just to quell the bleeding
Pulsing under panic, burning under light
Raise my upper lip just to bare my teeth
Balance slipping
Record skipping
Trepidation in the red, static levels clipping
Vision in multiples
Earth around me quaking
Slam my head against the wall to cut the time of waiting
Raise my upper lip just to bare my teeth;
Unrequited war, in the hands of the cosmic leash
I wouldn’t cross a man who claims to talk to God
I’m either crazy or I’m right
See the truth unfold with the twist of a knife
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5. |
Blood Nectar
01:12
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“If we find it empty...”
Let the blood rain down like honey,
let the fire scorch the earth -
“Just give me my fucking money”
See the blood, it runs so pretty
all around the world
Watch them all desert the city
See it glisten, see it burning down
“Crimson stains the river”
Drowning in denial;
Is the world left before you not what you hoped for? Just you fucking wait.
See how they run, scared for their lives
Essence of candor pours out from their eyes
Cause that’s how it ends, how it finally ends
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6. |
Burning Question
01:21
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Beg, stave; burning alive
Enter to the final chapter;
End the lines of a rotting tome
Root elation, floral torture
Siphon ink to paint a picture
I hope the work will satisfy
Friction with the jester’s portion
Scratching from the fucking bottom
Still searching for the answers to the questions I should never have to ask
Vile ebb in a tide of anguish
“We all knew it wouldn’t last”
No longer waiting for my chance to die
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7. |
Deep November
01:19
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Death lingered in the air, still weeks out from the season
Wading in the memory pool, that’s just no way to heaven
The ache in my soul; I know I’ve felt it before but
I don’t want to start a religion
With these visions of war, I know I’ve seen them before so I can see how it ends
Air, it could cut through glass
That’s just not in my breeding
It should have killed me, like everything else
But that’s the way it has be to show the steel that’s branded me
The ache in my soul; I know I’ve felt it before but
I don’t want to start a religion
But with these visions of war, I know I’ve seen them before so I can see how it ends
Let’s not pretend that this could have been avoided
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8. |
Good For You
01:10
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You watched me sleep in silence
A lesson in conduct
I tried to do things your way,
see how it turned out
“You’re thinking backwards”
Rapid synapse over-fire
Bloodline pulsing streams of daggers;
One for life I was forced to lead
Two for the version they chose to believe
Blood for the cycle I was promised would end
Tears for the pain that it happened again
Cold, long years between solution and me
Well you’re not the first, but you’ll be the last
“...I remember nights of violence
And I remember years despondent; shaking inside those frigid halls.
A scared, helpless kid; I have to know, was I worth your price?
‘Cause I can still taste the chemicals, and I barely fucking recovered...”
Looks like you made it. Good for you.
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9. |
Lodge
00:42
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Lodge the key deep within my skull;
Never thought delusion would be so tempting
Why even ask “who the fuck are you?”
you can't grasp the concept, much less the answer
Would it make a difference even if I told you?
or would you laugh that off, just like everything else? What’s the point?
“What will it take to get my attention; to wake me from my bed?” Still, I wish I’d listened; God knows I tried, and I’ll try again. Can’t you see my withered body?
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10. |
Cognition Gap
01:18
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See the modern world unfolding
Witness to the patterned scarring
Every word that was sold to you
will find its place with the stench of sulfur
Can you say with a clear conscience
That you never saw it coming?
The signs and symbols have all been stark
But you quell a thousand straining voices.
Martyred blood inked the full instructions;
the end that follows the world before you
If you want another, you’re running out of time
What reason do I have to lie if our end is all the same?
You don't really wanna know, you just want to fester
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11. |
Their World
01:01
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“Fall into the void”
I know my place, the only constant;
To suffer the endless distance between my world and theirs;
Fucking cut off again
I’ve come to know; my only solace
Suffer; (I know my portion, so) burn their world, burn it to the ground
Its such a sick feeling to figure it out
Nearly three decades vanished
I’m no stranger to isolation, my whole existence is contrast
So there’s your apology
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12. |
Real Evil
01:00
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Set out for the hunt;
Human skin to dress your tables
Give the people what they want, isn’t that what you depend on?
All this for nothing? tell us it’s worth it
Rule from your throne of parchment
Swinging like a child with a scythe
Ego at the precipice
So secure in your abundance;
Oh, what fools we all must be for taking your hot air for granted
All this for nothing? tell me it’s worth it
Scream from your pit of ire
Burning like the ember in your eye
Show me the real evil; tell me the pending cost
Spurning reason; what’s the difference?
Burning Season leaving tracks of dust
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13. |
Sense Of Community
01:16
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Does it throw off you at all
How low this substitution’s been whittled
Parlor smoke; paper unity
Carving out words that mean nothing to you
Laugh off everyone else’s problems,
Just “be careful who your friends are”
Is that what you want to hear? a fistful of bullshit words for you and this year’s friends to brand on your skin
Is this all that you’re worth?
(Ever penetrable anthems);
Regurgitated phrases from someone who meant them
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Drill Sergeant Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
Hardcore Punk from Philadelphia, PA.
Booking/contact:
drillsergeantphl@gmail.com
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