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Kissies - Camp Shame
01:09
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Cursed with the shame
Of dysphoria
Trying to keep a good mindset
Plagued with discomfort
Chasing the image of
People who tell me how to live my life
Camp shame
Restless legs are the sign of
Self hate
Crush the Dimensions
Of conventional acceptance
Fuck norms, Murder creeps
Accept all the freaks
If you don’t, Destroy my
Personality
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every time you talk to me, i only see red flags
to tell you the truth it’s better for me to be alone
trying to cope with the trauma that is given from hearing you speak
binded by everything that puts me on hold
i can dream
of you being gone
pigs can’t fly
eyes open in bed
i don’t care about offending you
you’re the poster boy of human trash
in denial
in denial
in denial
in denial
you left scars
trapping me
shaken
never flourishing
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Ultra Deluxe - Marathon
02:30
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I am stuck in this
Porcelain cage
counting continuously
Broken at the rudder
Rowing against the current
Anchor stuck in the sand
And the weight of the irons has fallen
No sight of dry land
Wash me of this
Cleanse my sins
Make me holy
Lather relather again
Try to move straight
Just end of strafing
Swabs with solution
Make me clean again
Feel myself
Stuck in the motions
Feel myself
Relax and be still
Close your eyes
Enter the station
Close your eyes
And feel empty again
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Rubio’s blood lust
Filled those pockets
With NRA money
And long lost innocence
Arm my colleagues
With what money
When crushed receipts
Bear the brut of the difference
You
Have
Their
Blood on your hands
Stand your ground
Or so they say
Expo halls
Have had their day
3 more years
Won't change a thing
When armed men
Hear freedom ring
Stand your ground
Or so they say
Expo halls
Have had their day
3 more years
Won't change a thing
When armed men
Hear freedom ring
The long rifle
Is way far off
From an AR-15
And clips at cost
Sam Walton
What do you have to say
While the youth dies
And still meager pay
Stuck in closets
You coward
What use do you have
When slain by the hour
I'll give you more time
To make some change
While kids die
And your polls raise
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Why even ask?
If you already know
What's the point unless
You want a free vacation
Down a staircase
All expenses paid
You think you can skate by
Adverse to consequence
You've never thought you might be what's wrong
I owe you nothing
I owe you absolutely nothing
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You hate us we hate you too. You lost your stake the second you blinked we moved one. Pushed it further than you had ever gone. Your times run out this is your hell does it burn yet? Your worst nightmare is inclusivity. Quit pretending you don't run a country club where membership dues are paid in studs. Shut the fuck up about your glory days we already knew you are out of touch. The punk you knew and loved is fucking dead. The queers are here to lop off it's fucking head. You hated Reagan, now you're all for trump? Hang in the towel baby it's time to give up. Live faster die younger ignorance is not an identity. You're worn out old habits die hard hurry up and join the club
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I quit taking your pictures
The wave of loss will take it all from me anyways
I’m superstitious,
Invisible things trying their best to hurt me
I’m vibrating with a fear unlike I’ve ever known
I don’t want to wake up,
I just wanna be alone
And I don’t mind your cold hands
They just mean that you’re really here
Convulsion, loss of sense of self
Oh god the fear the fear the fear
I want so badly to go but I’m just so scared to leave
I couldn’t stand to do to you what I couldn’t stand you do to me
I will spend my life
Romanticizing losing it
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I want to be the blood in your veins
A vital part of something, working only to move you
I can’t stand the thought of being awake
A car crash scene with nothing to move through
I can feel you hate me, I can feel me hate me
I’m strung along with misshapen parts
The contrast of your hand in mine
I feel like letting go, I feel like falling apart
Don’t tell me don’t, I’m not brave enough to hold on anymore
I need the symmetry, what this ripping out my insides all this time has fucking been for
Lipstick stains up and down my arms
A tightrope to walk, a nosebleed, panicked and warm
A sunken stomach reminder, a hollow eyed goodbye
A safe nostalgia of drowning, a dying need to try
I just wanna be impressive, wanna move you at all
I feel the bones leave my skin, I feel the teeth leave my jaw
I feel the crowd come in close, to hollow my insides
I feel alright with the loss, I’m just no good at goodbyes
Don’t tell me don’t, I’m not brave enough to hold on anymore
I need the symmetry, what this ripping out my insides all this time has fucking been for
I sit and laugh at how much I miss you
It’s all that I can really do anymore
I found the symmetry as my heart breaks in two
I feel content as I lose track of the floor
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