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Killing Time (​.​.​.​#untiltherevolution)

by Immaculate Misconception

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1.
Intro 01:10
Let me tell you a story/ a story of disjunction and disconnect/ disdain and dismay/ and let us sing you a song/ a song composed of our most grandiose dreams and desires/ a deliverance from the drought/ and as we sing we will float down a riverbed of noise/ cascading over rapids/ careening over falls/ and we will plummet into the deep dark abyss/ and we will sing
2.
When the revolution comes I want to lay by your side, looking at the cosmos shifting under our new night sky, but when will our day come, and how will we fight? when we're so beaten down- it's almost hard to try. And there may be a problem when I see a bottle of molotov, and I'd rather drink it down, than have it ignite what's destroying us. As I shout WE WILL RISE to a utopian sort of perfection I was left confused with no direction. So where will we go from here? Delusions of grandeur quell my inner fears like FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT THE POLICE AND WRECK WRECK WRECK THE BOURGEOISIE- I like to think I could muster the courage. When the revolution comes, I'll be honest with myself. Destroy all my vices- bid them farewell. And as the new dawn approaches how can we tell the future generations we'd been living in hell? And something might be wrong when I'm too scared to bring a rifle to a protest, because all the cops have guns, and I don't really wanna die right now. As I shout WE WILL RISE I was tackled to the ground toward oppression. I was left confused with no direction. Skyscrapers fall from the trees making cracks in the city streets. Everything for all is the economic paradigm we will bring. We'll survive the Fall and storm through heaven's pearly gates. Everything for all- we will make this our new fate.
3.
Falling through a dreamscape/ a dystopian conglomerate/ a multi-faceted spider web where we will live and die our fate/ but Oh empire oh empire/ how far can you see/ where power transcends disparities begin/ find one source of capital/ and you will find one neck to behead/ but oh empire/ your prisons/ may be the death of me Whoa Whoa Whoa But we are not afraid to die/ and we will dig your grave in time/ oh empire empire we will bring you to your knees/ there is blood in this brick/ there is filth in the air/ these streams are full of chemicals from the mountains you laid bare/ Whoa Oh empire empire can you hear us scream Doom/ Gloom Your rape culture picks up/ where your white supremacy drops off/ your capital employs soldiers at home and abroad/ but we have more than your chains/ we have our radical queer ways/ we have your downfall in our hands/ that we haven't washed in days/ Oh empire empire how far can you see Oh empire empire how far can you see Oh empire empire we will bring you to your knees Oh empire empire can you hear us scream Whoa Because we are not afraid to die and we will dig your grave in time/ oh empire empire we will bring you to your knees/ your towers are gravesites/ your colonies are landmines/ oh empire empire can you hear us scream Whoa Oh empire empire how far can you see
4.
This is a call for those who hear And the crowds are drawing near And we caught 'em by the ear Saying not to live in fear of Surveillance down upon us Shouting everything must go Screaming in refusal “NO” Everyone agrees I'm told That it's about to explode Like social rupture has Found us Jam up the culture create the situation Hijack propaganda until our new world's won And in an effort to sound nostalgic Recall the times we all first met We were planning the revolution Now you're off suppporting DemocRATS Like a sunrise over the lake It was our chance to interject And if we don't wake up now We'll be repeating corporate slogans 'til our death. You know we're droppin' banners hard Vandalizing police cars Late night plotting in our yards As we look out at the stars to Remind us that we can shoot the moon We'll come at life with daggers drawn As we're waking with the dawn No point in telling right from wrong and I'll keep singing these songs So we won't forget what we went through So we can dance to the collapse open the insurrection Or we'll be beaten to the ground when there's no where left to run and in our efforts to sound poetic did you not absorb these texts? We still have one and only option WRECK OR GET WRECKED
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Pantophobia 02:14
Sluggishly trudging through bi-weekly paychecks Going through motions I continue to pay rent It feels like if I don't play it safe the walls of my life will crumble at their base. If I lose my ground then my social life disintegrates Pillars collapsing, crashing, burning, free-falling weight. And I feel like a clown having a pantophobic breakdown. Well it's the fear of tight spaces, it's the fear of being crushed a fear of freedom and a fear of being stuck a fear of losing touch a fear of keeping up. Day after day my routine is firmly planted I'd like to shake it up but don't know if I could withstand it Process remains the same as all the pieces in the game fall neatly into place. Pattern and stability are known to calm my nerves, but monotony will also make me anxious to my core. Again I feel I'm a clown having a pantophobic breakdown. It's not the fear of spiders per se, it's the venom sinking deep into your skin, and I'm not afraid of the forest at night- it's the unknown in the darkness deep within. It's not the fear of crossing bridges, it's the bridge collapsing underneath the feet or the urge to jump off as you're standing near the edge over the river thinking "How deep can I sink?"
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Every day I wake up I put on my skin I curse the sun for bringing another day again I curse these bullets that fly past my window Because they don't ever penetrate my skull bones Chorus: I'm shruggig my way through the clocks again Punching in and out of a despotic conscience There are cracks in these streets in my heart in my head And I wish I could love you but there's too much mold in my bed So many tones and squalls tires squealing babies screaming My head is pounding and I hope my brain is hemorrhaging At 25 years old I should already be dead And I'm sorry for whining Bu I do love our social refine It makes me smile when our friends commit crimes Because it's fun to talk shop about killing rapists and cops Even though talking will never be enough Chorus So let's all commit some crimes Let's leave our homes and hang out in the road tonight With a bag to your shoulder let the moon be your guide My friends let's make a new life Because there's more than just trying to survive there's no sense in living just to get by When we steal because what we have is never enough Those laws weren't made for us Outro Chorus: We're smashing our way through the clocks again Punching the shit out of despotic bosses We've torn up these streets mended our hearts and our heads I really do love you but I'm just not happy with myself yet
7.
This song goes out to those who get shat on everyday Turned to zombies while they're working for a wage For the ones who get wasted everyday- No point in waking up only to clock in to dismay *and when we think that we will sink on the streets with our feet stuck the ground/ (with feet firmly planted on the ground and) we're gonna fight/build the/our power and This is for the ones who are stepped on everyday stuck to the bottom those who find themselves in last place for the ones who are quantified arriving late Your life and time are numbers and there is no other way
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At war with/ the existent My body is on fire and I want to watch it burn/ but my eyes are melting from my sockets/ and I stutter as my tongue knocks away its teeth while it/ tries to escape its unhinged prison beat/ my stomach strains to contain its nefarious bucolic boiling contents/ while my kidneys and liver are in a free-for-all fistfight/ and death is the grand prize/ death is the grand prize/ but to die with honor is the propaganda of a false-consciousness/ an arrogance of the human condition Chorus: Our bodies are vessels shipping our brains to the border/ sitting in piss a window at the shoulder/ a passenger is dressed up in the latest social order/ as a bomb detonates and resonates a fluid performance Kaboom Kaboom At war with/ the existent My colon slithers through my sphincter/ whispers solemn goodbyes/ my gallbladder sheds a single tear/ it lived as it will die/ oh how great it will feel to be alive/ oh how great it will feel to be alive/ my testicles pop like cherry bombs severing my penis like an industrial excavation/ and as it falls to the ground and tries to inch away it falls victim to my feet's stumble and sashay/ as they try to balance my self-decay Chorus My toenails liberate themselves to an empty future/ and signal with their fists to their comrades on my hands/ who watch forlorn from their shackled pits/ as the fires lick my fingertips and I think/ Oh how great it will feel to be alive/
9.
We've entered in a time; to act on what we know is right Tension boiling, temperatures rising high We find ourselves in a day where contradictions are at play It's time to chose a side and fight Do you remember the time when we were called on to fight Punching and screaming and facing off to cars with all our might 'cuz the bus drivers weren't getting breaks; ya know they'll go on strike and we'll block off these streets, and we'll march the picket line And I'll stand with you as our dreams break free from our minds AS WE TEAR DOWN THE SKY Running against the wind like flowers from dirt WE'LL INHERIT THE EARTH Side by side and front to back We're preparing for attack Do you remember the days we took over interstates Ferguson to Baltimore, Milwaukee and the Bay As we shout BLACK LIVES MATTER- we're goin' all fired up and we won't stop 'til these killer cops body rott When you went through those times, alone you were confined I'll look forward to your letters just to know you're still alive When fellow workers are tortured, we'll see that they survive For every soul locked behind bars. I'll fight on the outside
10.
Working hours pass through the dreary souls The face of the clock has (shows) the eyes of the foe Glaring into us, taunting at our woe One day is over with a lifetime to go And the gears grind, grind, grind, Imprisoned by/in time, time, time Aspects of our lives become mechanized Through endless conquest to civilize Stare back at they eyes-we are quantified and so discipline is industrialized

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K-Rad: flute
Brain Grout: banjo, mandolin, vocals
Andrew the Red: guitar, vocals
Leah O!: bass, vocals, album art
Sam: washboard, vocals

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released January 30, 2016

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