, Dies

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1.
Bleed 00:35
Keep your sweaty palms and eager fingers to yourself. Drown in your words like the bile they are. Fear me like a venomous snake. I want to make you shake. Fuck my knife.
2.
Calloused 01:41
I’ve got blisters on my feet Trying to find a route around your mistreat -mentally defeated I’ve got blisters on my hands And if you had to try you’d fail by your demands I’ve got blisters on my hands. Slashing the backpack straps Slapping the forks from their hands White collar bullies. White collar swine. White collar fuckers with worms for spines. I’ve got blisters on my back The sun is going to make me crack
3.
What makes you think it’s your decision To tell someone that they are less of a human? It’s all dictation from the underground or from the institution It’s all, “Be yourself but only if it fits within our vision” To get into their head, to get into their skin I won’t let you decide what’s human. I won’t let you decide. So fuck off. Get out. It’s not about what makes you comfortable or what you expect. Expect more Accept less shit (Another dead, Lie in the street In the name of "family" Chalk up one more deceased We see right through you Transparent flesh Self-serving sanctity; How can you stand the sight of your reflection?) Your sense of entitlement is to blame. Tolerance is suppressed By the same hands ignorance clenched Roles and stereotypes that should have been buried in the past Not the lives of our friends So fuck off. Get out. Eat shit. additional lyrics and vocals by: Madison Turner
4.
spoken word by: Maru Lopez
5.
Uproar 01:16
I’ve got bolts in my neck but I’m no monster I’ve got bolts in my head but I’m no monster I’m not made for your science experiment I’m not made for your science experiment I’ve got bolts in my spine but I’m no monster I’ve got bolts in my brain but I’m no monster I’m not made for your science experiment I’m not made for your science experiment I’ve got bolts in my neck but I’m no monster I’ve got bolts in my head but I’m no monster I’m not made for your science experiment I’m not made for your science experiment Stop testing on me Stop testing on me Stop testing me I’ve got bolts in my neck but I’m no monster I’ve got bolts in my head but I’m no monster Bolts in my neck Bolts in my head Bolts in my spine Bolts in my brain
6.
Oppressors, upholding a racist system Choosing to forfeit their moral decisions Not even a dilemma, not even a second thought Besides what’s one more unarmed person getting shot? Another word for “unarmed” is “target” In the mind of a bigot. We know who you’re protecting We know who you’re targeting Another killed by a fucking cop. When Justice comes knocking at the door with a warrant, You’ll be trembling behind the couch at your tyrant Shooting through the windows and the doors until she’s lifeless But she’ll never be lifeless And she’s coming to remind you. She’s coming for you Denial – blood on your hands Complicity – blood on your hands Silence – blood on your hands Neutrality – blood on your hands additional vocals by: Chris Evering
7.
Enough. 02:29
Eyes like wolves hunting innocent prey Seeking out victims to play in your game Manipulate to fill inside where you've dug your own void Memories are creeping, and stalking, and haunting Unfriendly reminders of fiendish behaviors still Fingertips drag across flesh Like fragments chisel in a headstone Invading the hairs on my skin Crawling up the spine, consuming the mind Doubting myself because I didn't fight or scream Keeping your transgression buried underneath I've done enough believing in the devil That I forgot who he was after. Selfish ways have become sadistic I wasn't born to die a statistic Silenced by shame, I've hid in secret I wasn't born to die a statistic Questioned what I should have done different I wasn't born to die a statistic This isn't my guilt to live with I wasn't born to die a statistic I wasn't born to die a statistic I wasn't born to die a statistic
8.
Where do you expect to go? Who's going to find you there? Do they even deserve you?
9.
You will never see the whole picture searching through a microscope A tongue with no muscles Limp and useless Now afraid to be bitten You’ve got so much advice For a virus, an infection For someone with no fingerprints You’re quite the distraction Adding insult to injury Not a spec of decency Just and enforcement of discouragement With nothing to contribute Fencewalking's all you do. There’s no prescription for the jaded But I think I’ve got the cure Fencewalker
10.
Dirt Nap 01:55
I should be dripping Counting down the hours til I’m dripping I should be draining Counting down the hours til I’m draining. I know that I don’t need it It just feels so good Being so damn delicate And coming so close. I can’t focus I just want the control To inhale wet soil Feed fingernails to worms I want roots to clutch the neck Been practicing waiting patiently When crawling to the door Is like squeezing water from stone A crater broke at the surface I walked up to the edge Careful not to fall in I thought I was drowning but I already had
11.
You say it’s our fault that the kids aren’t learning You subtract encouragement to make us feel worthless You steal our supplies and treat us like criminals While pleading for band-aids and glue Yet all you give us are higher demands And daily trainings are just reprimands Modern education is a sweatshop Throw the wrenches in the cogs to make this machine stop I won’t teach by your standards So I’m not your kind of teacher Fuck this abuse To comply –I refuse. Working for free ain’t working for me For someone who spits on and on about accountability I see you owning up to nothing. Exploit children who need help most for your own avail While you dissolve the services that should be entailed Teaching is not ink on paper Learning is not submissive Half off teachers, defeated and abused. Half off education, tired and used.
12.
R.O.T. 02:29
(Everyone is a soiled dove Born into a shit existence Until the day that we cleanse our wings Resist) Oppressive tradition in constant control. Bags under eyes forcing your face into dirt. Bury your head when you can no longer see. Comfort in lack of responsibility. Like vultures scavenging the meat from the bones, before the body becomes a carcass. It's dove eat dove: to clip the wings or be clipped? How does one drag their feet through another day? If you're falling asleep you better wake, to listen to the voices as they chant in the street, demanding the right to stand on two feet, without rubber bullets cutting them down to their knees. Wouldn't it be easy to pretend it's not a problem? Why get your hands dirty when it takes more time to clean them? A revolution's going on whether or not you back it. So stop fucking talking and for once step back and listen. additional vocals by: Peter Kovalsky
13.
Wildflowers 03:16
We’ve got a problem. We’re stomping on each other’s heads, climbing and clawing to the top of a mountain, do we even care for claiming? We’ve got a problem. We’ve found ourselves in a ring, fighting a fight that we’re all losing and we didn’t ask for this match. We have built up internalized hate. And if we could dig to the bottom we would find that it needs uprooting. So dig. We’re running a race that no one is winning. Panting and tiring ourselves out. You’ve got to be sick of this, too. So dig. Eradicate. Eliminate Eradicate. Eliminate. It’s not a contest when we’re just fighting to exist. Resistance is stronger together. Don’t step back, don’t step aside, step up. It’s not a contest when we’re just fighting to exist. Voices are louder together. Don’t step back, don’t step aside, step up. Weeds are just plants out of place, With no need to invade if embraced. Aren’t you sick of this too? Thicker skin when we have eachother’s backs Aren’t you sick of this too? Wounds mend stronger when we heal together additional vocals by: Simona Morales and Maru Lopez

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released February 13, 2016

Tracked and Mixed at Iceman Studios by Daniel Colombo
Mastered by Alan Douches at West West Side Music
Cover Drawing by: Simona Morales
Eighty-Sixed Records

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