1. |
12 Tons Of Dust
04:53
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Give your precious gifts to someone who cares
Nightmares of the sun noosed above
By 12 tons of dust
Their teeth sink into our minds
Blood drains, and so do the colors
From our eyes
Shackled here
To exist in our lives
I don’t like the world
The world we’re living in
False intangible offers, forfeit pleasure
And possessions
Roll your dice, bank on fame
And fortunate events
Or fight for your life! against vanity
And self indulgence!
I don’t like the world
We’re living in
I don’t like the world
That we have created
No, I don’t like the world
Watered down calls for
Revolution ring out
A generational plague, of self-hate
Made by the state
Vengeance shames our effort
To win
Don’t take lives, take hearts take minds,
Wear your soul on your skin
From black bones
To falling bombs
I don’t like the world
We’re living in
Egotistical monikers
A messianic view of ourselves! (and our place)
Melted wax figures all laughing
From Beyond the Blaze
Like angels that stalk the graves
When day breaks
I don’t like the world
We’re living in
I don’t like the world
We have created
I don’t like the world
We’re living in
Nobody Likes the world
We’re living in
Nobody likes our world
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2. |
Look To The East
05:04
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it’s our time and there are no saviors
suffer under the sun in plain view
walk it off, an instant virtue
slay your peers, for they won’t join you
wasted minds on wasteful wars
we fought abroad to fill the stores
of dreams that wash upon distant shores
your god fucked off, walked out the door
“kick the sand up and get angry”
“burn the world that’s already burning”
“become an idea that’s worth saving”
“succeed or die they will know our names”
Look to the East out the sunroof
constant maelstroms in the ballroom
desparate dancers twirl and fall in
either feed the gas or you can join the meek
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3. |
When Day Breaks
01:27
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4. |
Middle Ground
03:26
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20 years I’ve lived beyond
the wreckage of our hate
the dull edge of the terror
in the space of which we wait
our blood it freezes constantly
clouding up our minds
from a clinical psychopathy
of being cruel to be kind
your hand in mine
as we go to die their truth is declined
because death under duress
is better than death under surrender
they televise their understanding
or lack thereof with mystic chanting
selling our thoughts for meager pennies
to cover the losses which we have plenty
supply is dwindling
demand for change has become
condescending
why do you care if all you care to do is hate
your hand in mine
as we go to die their truth is declined
because death under duress
is better than death under surrender
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5. |
Flamingo Autopsy
03:10
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I don’t wish to see you in pain
watching you do this everyday
scratching your neck, fingers red as a blade
when comes the day that I can’t call out your name?
cast your temptations off into the sea
be my flamingo autopsy
howling at the top of your lungs at night
gnawing and eating yourself alive
wondering how I still look at you
while those decaying eyes turn a pale blue
I still remember the day you came home
skiddish and shot to hell you felt so alone
had one week left until they take your soul
wrapped a collar round your neck and I called you my own
cast your temptations off into the sea
be my flamingo autopsy
we found you laying dead on the ground
40 bullets lodged in your mouth
I Cradled your head and cried until dawn
run through the field of reeds now that you’re gone
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6. |
EVIL
03:42
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coming home late at night
your slur your words, and pick a fight
you understood it isn’t right
to force yourself to stay and die
and she said
when you find yourself alone
don’t go far
don’t answer the phone
you should fear the many ghosts
that haunt this home
don’t it feel like fuckin shit
being lied to your face
every fucking day?
your agitation to care
is getting on my nerves
beyond repair
yeah you must be dull
or apprehended
he’s drunk again, he’s on the couch
why’d let him in, you threw him out
she said i feel bad, he’s got nowhere else
i said “THIS FUCKER’S DEAD”
don’t go far
don’t answer the phone
I am one of many ghosts
that haunt this home
don’t it feel like fuckin shit
being lied to your face
every fucking day?
your agitation to care
is getting on my nerves
beyond repair
yeah you must be dull
or apprehended
don’t go far
don’t answer the phone
i am one of many ghosts that haunt this home
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7. |
Next In Line
03:08
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I want you all
to remember “why?”
you’ll get off the wall
and take it this time
if it’s gets brutal
then get off the ride
if it’s too fruitful
then take it outside
who’s next in line
i wanna sleep
in the backseat of your eye
like a daydream
comin out into the night
don’t get callous
burdened by “why?”
just take what you wish
and stay out of the fight
who’s next in line?
what we owe (almost everything)
due the earth
all we take (almost everything)
from others
all we know (almost everything)
from the scars
was it worth (almost everything)
your children’s hearts
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8. |
Dusk
06:51
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walking backwards
under water
swimming faster’s
harder
when your life’s a goner
softer hazards
bring the coffins
from the plastered
comments
when will life get calmer
listening to your screams
in silence
underneath the pile of
doubt that clouds my scene
fall unto dusk
make an incision
in my husk
and numb it
with gritty television
“I can’t believe you live out there
blood all over the market square
guns in the children’s hands are you scared?”
there’s a hope on the ocean front
just let the lust fully corrupt
step into the back room and have fun
here you’re always in good company
“talk of the world”, put that away
drop your pants and say hey hey
go John Michael crank up the speakers
bee andy Timmy prepare the creature
this rock and roll will give em a seizure
May I
have your attention
to raise
to raise a toast
to all of
my old friends and
all the thoughts that
I hate the most
how do I move on
when nothing’s going on
and would it be Remiss
for a bottle’s kiss
how do I refrain
from what puts me in pain
oh fuck it
lalalalala la la la laaaaa fleeing
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9. |
Wildflower
05:11
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my dark eyes sank closed
and cried for a breath of life
as blood red skies rained down
death for a night
wildflower
gaze through my senses open
up and reveal intense
circular motions
as I lay in the field of
wildflowers
it’s been 6 months since she died
I lay there as she holds back the tide
and all I see are those pale blue eyes
as she takes one last breath
at the end of her life
memories fade as time goes on
and on, I won’t forget the day
when I learned your name
wildflower
flamingo it’s time to hide away
I won’t tell a soul
about your garden of
wildflowers
it won’t count if I don’t love her right
the flowers wilt, in her absence cracked and dry
as my bloody knuckles beat up and down these harrowed walls
I fear I am near the end of my life
it’s been 12 years since she died
I lay there, and I float out with the tide
all I see are her pale blue eyes
as I take one last breath at the end of my life
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10. |
Throne Of Mutilation
02:16
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Oh what a world so plagued with beauty
the inhabitants would fight and die for a taste
Nowhere is too far, no thought of too much space
let us pour the wine
for we are your entertainers
we may catch your eye
and gain your favor
but you will cast UV light
across all of sight’s colors
while we speak in black and white
words unheard, progress undone, and no hatred overcome
Upon this throne of mutilation i rule
a king of my own despair
limbs cut at the joints
a self made martyr of my own suffering
exuberant calls to the clouds for resuscitation of my spirt
and still all the trees in my orchard remain dead.
cursed bearing no fruit.
scorched by the wrathful sun
the soil of our being, dry and loose
the everlasting frozen night has been usurped by the molten dew of dawn
the air wet with regret, and indignant resentment
my life is no longer, the beauty no longer,
the garden no longer, our world no longer!
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Adult Superstition Houston, Texas
Adult Superstition is a four-piece Psych-Punk Boy Band from Houston, Texas. Consisting of Vocalist/Guitarist Syonn Syked, Bassist Jack Hamilton, Guitarist Tim Berranger, and Drummer Steve Davidson. Formed in 2019 with the sole intention to create loud music. With Influences of Modern Psych-Rock, SoCal Surf Punk, and good ol’ fashioned Rock ‘n’ Roll A.S. Is able to create their noisy sound. ... more
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