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Spectator

by New Crimes

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Dead Kids 02:27
We’re the engineers of waste, death, and destruction The universe is ours (at the center of nothing) Empowered by the gas we shoot and flesh we decimate Along this fuel-soaked path, flames coursing thru our veins Until triggered Our voracious need to go bigger To fill the emptiness quicker Without thought, regret or sorrow For the dead kids of tomorrow You’ll be dead and gone Swallowed up by the earth that birthed you In the years that come, your damage will be done Leaving ashes at your grave By fire we survive By fire we will fall Machines tell histories, a million stories tall But welds like stem cells, can’t save this human blight We, architect, peddler and casualty of our own demise Our relentless need to get bigger Will bring the emptiness quicker Precious time we lost, now borrowed From the dead kids of tomorrow You’ll be dead and gone Swallowed up by the earth that birthed you In the years that come, your damage will be done Leaving ashes at your grave
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Tongues 03:00
We sons and daughters, Must change the ways in which we play Impulse cannot be the driver Of desire unwanted and unchained Wolves veil themselves in suits of power Untouchable and without shame Until the (un)silent army beckons Tongues like weapons, unrelenting Words are vengeance Death to name May the bullet you eat taste as sweet as the life you stole Innocence lost Love soured by pain Flames lick Naked wounds Every breath that he takes Words are vengeance Death to name May the bullet you eat taste as sweet as the life you stole We sons and daughters Must change the ways in which we play Impulse cannot be the driver Of desire unwanted and unchained Wolves veil themselves in suits of power Untouchable and without shame Until the (un)silent army beckons With tongues like weapons Death’s her name Words are vengeance Death to name
4.
Bones 02:49
Judge not, believers Brainwashed misleaders Your hypocrisy has no bounds Your glass house is in ruins Scattered fragments of lies like uncovered mines Turn a blind eye A messy reminder of the bones beneath your throne Holy wars you condone The bodies you aren’t shown A danger to your fettered mind Consumed by ancient myth Force feeding make-believe Gun and shackle at your hip Inconvenient truths of the worlds beyond your own The ties that you disown These bodies aren’t your own In fear of beastly monsters Damned in ancient scripts Buried safe inside you Noose and gavel in your grips Do you hear the hollow clack-clack-clack Of rolling bones beneath your feet? Do you hear the silent screams Of those who’d rather die in truth than grovel in defeat? Face it, let pain bring you to your knees Head down, look now at what have you done These bones are your bones, Ghostfather and the immortal son When the reign is over, only bones will remain A grave reminder that in death we are one and the same When the reign is over, only bones will remain A grave reminder that we are one
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Lost Cause 02:09
This is a thinly-veiled, strategic strike on sanity Dizzy from false rhetoric and scorched earth fantasies We take another detour to the streets with jaws agape Chanting patchwork protest songs, in loops we can’t escape And still we rant till words crack static, another cause forlorn As from their quenchless, bloated guts another order’s born A conveyer belt of rift accords to expand the chasm floor And shatter vision like a mirror forgetting what we’re fighting for What are YOU fighting for? What are WE fighting for? This is a loose-lipped, rambling trip to power’s slippery edge Twisting hallowed halls of fallen idols, phone in hand Hedge words left unchewed upon the screen he hides behind Retching vile network views, in sound bites for the blind Behind the veil, reveal the stalking eel amongst the coral Preying on the little fish, who pray before his glow All living things within jaws reach, shall cease to exist Resist! Resist! Resist! Orange is the new white Power is what they’re fighting for Orange is the new white Power is what we’re fighting Resist! Resist! Resist! What are you fighting with? This war of words is futile Fuck a sound debate Actions are much louder When fighting hate with hate
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May the walls he resurrects Seal you in from the rest And smother you like a concrete pillow Choking the air from your fucking chest, you pig! The clouds are rolling fast but everything’s okay You’re white and fine, they fought and died you’ll live to see another day All that is sacred, all that we hold dear Will up and vanish in a shit-storm when the man brings the fear Empty millennium is the only fucking hope for change Unless it’s instant, then we might as well get off the stage Don’t heed the warning, it’s fucking boring Hey man, believe me, you’ll be choking when the man brings the fear You can’t imagine the chains that will come As long as you’re swiping, you’ll still be number 1! 1! 1! Turn around at that camera man and give those fans a big thumbs up You’re just a waste of sprawling space All covered and superficial, GO That is, unless of course, you’re colorful with no fucking voice Rode the backs of the white working class For backroom deals, with elite appeal And you’re just no use to them You’re helpless! You’re feckless! Now Fear! You won’t be laughing you’ll be crying when the man brings the fear You won’t be bathing you’ll be frying when the man brings the fear You won’t be laughing When the man brings the fear
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Deja Vu 00:37
Blood will spill on the streets tonight To spare the gallows tree Wild pigs hunt for rattled prey Forced to fight or flee Fear engrained, so deep History repeats Hidden by a badge Or a fucking sheet Blood on the sheets Or blood on the streets History repeats

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released May 25, 2018

Recorded and Mixed at Sunsick Studio
Mastered at AudioSiege
Album art by Unexpected Spector

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