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Survived By

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1.
ZZZ's 03:28
Failure makes me stronger Bulldoze me under! Break me once again Break me if you can Failure makes me stronger Bulldoze me under! Break me once again Don't fucking think you can. I don't think you can. Would somebody please hold me down harder I'm about to blow the fuck up gotta keep me miserable Suffer for your art, suffer for your art. If you're feeling just a little bit out of it lay your head down and cop some ZZZ's Keep me miserable - Keep me miserable Suffer for your art - Suffer for your art. I've ruined it for the rest of us no more thinking no more dreaming no more constant interfering.
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i like my shadow steeped in deep regret following me step by step crawling in my head You're nothing more than a sickening scent cling to my breath following me word for word echoing in silence A shadow that's carried like scars on a babies face survived the fire but can you live down the disgrace A deluge of hateful words drowning the ground we burned A shadow that's cast like ice frozen in the past glorious spires of hate inspired art A downpour of defamation bleeding through every creation. A rattle in my head - a hammer in my hand A shadow on my back is a begrudging friend it's a post-apocalyptic proclamation of intent an nihilistic verse ringing through your head a doubt in my heart a weapon on my tongue a shadow draping over me and pulling me along it's a post-apocalyptic proclamation of intent an nihilistic verse ringing through your head Siopathetic surveillance watching you watching me monitor my manusha catalog my everything back off, step back, piss off, get lost Parasite in the machine shove off, get lost, fuck off, get away A hookworm invading
3.
Klunkerton 04:19
Telling yourself the truth is the first step Elude your own ruse and your sick self abuse Ignore every instinct left in your drug addled head don't talk yourself out of the thoughts of the best all that's been in your way is a conscious pain that you inject into every dream you've ever had In a short life that you assume has been ruled by the government that you blame for bringing your doom I've laid my own self down, lifting you over me Always been crafting the constant equation Render the excuses to elude my own uselessness Always been acting like there's no tomorrow finding the answer a day later yet. I'm an addict of my own pain can't get enough of my suffering I'm believing in my own lie Scared of looking, knowing what I'll find
4.
As well meaning as I ever was I compromised everything I loved I could not have made it clear enough for you not to totally fuck it up! fuck it up! fuck it up! fuck it up! Woke up felt heat around me slowly but surely surrounding the fact would totally astound me you left that fucker on I could not move myself fast enough to kick you out of my fucking house I could not move myself fast enough to kick you out of my fucking house Jason's Burner was left on all mother fucking night Regret the stupid things you've done We all suffocate while we burn in our sleep I have to take care of it while it's still a spark and not the large blaze we are engulfed in now.
5.
The Lecture 02:53
I'll cry all night and get all tied down I'll cry every night until the feeling is dead forever, wrapped in leather teathered to the clever lever that will never sever never-ever. Kiss that robot, he saved your life use your stinger to protect the hive start living off instinct for the second time that that cloaked disguise you look alive clutching to the holy grail of marketing and sales your pale, stale reflection starts dancing down the stairs clutching to the holy grail of marketing and sales your pale, stale reflection starts dancing down the stairs To be the pariah I never even really had to try it was set up in advance, the trial by fire and the pain was sub-terrain we'll take the veign to the brain where we keep it contained Kiss that robot, he saved your life use your stinger to protect the hive
6.
Reeling 03:18
Whatever vessel from slum crime to old castles it's a mother fucking repetitious battle ain't it? We witness history repeat itself violently subverted rebels, in every walk of life we got em it's a mother fucking curious travesty that this could continue to happen to me... Reeling from inhaling slowly god showed him a way to categorize his pain you fold it, throw it away creeping through his days to a young grave god showed him a way to escape his pain and wouldn't you know he took it. The harp's playing we got miracles like everyday now heartbreaking reality is a sober come down I can't answer you without my head clear I've got sinking sensations drowning my inner child with ancient fear. Fall with me out of the earths gravity Follow me infinitely.
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No gods, no guns nowhere to run men as men on even tread no hard line saviors for short term subject whores No gods, no guns no treasonous reasoning bringing the world to it's knees endless for centuries no part time heroes for life long projects   YOU! You're all alone in this! TOO! fighting the lonliness THROUGH! stories of all that you PROVE! keep you from finding the THE CLUES! weapons for words that YOU USE! not holding significant TO! those living in death through YOU! and only you. I've got questions if you've got answers I smell motherfucking disaster with hands planted in coffers it's taken before it's offered I've got questions I've got answers if you've got questions I've got a motherfucking suggestion reality's altered by the original author there's an empty empty emptiness that takes and takes the rest of it you fight and re-fight yourself just struggling for this confidence there's a very scarry barren shaming that keeps claiming on all my failings and if i could concentrate -- i could at least respond there's an empty empty emptiness that takes and takes the rest of it we keep on dancing past the beat and stepping all over this shit
8.
Worry 03:50
I'm worried just a little bit worried about my friends, to the bitterest of ends. I'm worried just a little bit worried about myself, and where this all began. I'm worried just a little bit worried about these lows, and where i go. I'm worried just a little bit worried about how much i know. I'm worried just a little bit worried i'm just a little bit stoned. I'm worried just a little bit worried i'm just a little bit scared. I'm worried just a little bit worried about my job, you're falling on the sword. I'm worried just a little bit worried about her lungs, the puffity puffity puffity. I'm worried just a little bit worried about politics, red and blue. I'm worried just a little bit worried about all these kids. I will set you free from all of your worry. Inside of a pine box or with a lobotomy we live in peace worry free...
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Obamanation 04:22
"Obamanation" Freedom doesn't make us free, we tie ourselves to everything we sign our name to mortgaged deeds we pay a debt stacked endlessly you find your way to wish or pray you find your meals from day to day a curse stays with us for each mistake that we repeat for "freedom" (sake) Can you survive your highest bidder?! a man is made by the offers he's refused denying himself the right to loose describing in great detail, time that's been squandered, challenges failed. a voice deep inside with truth on it's side bringing you right down to scale. a violent sickening crack forming inside you, tormenting with lies crowding your thoughts with impending demise this fucking Obamanation....
10.
Thieve On (free) 03:25
Thieve On, Thieve On What more could you take from me Thieve On, Thieve On I hardly need anything that is if you're pressing me (down) You worked, you prayed, you paid you way now you turn and stand and spout cliches about how to live and die right then it repeats again every generation you can start by undressing me with your machines you can use this money protec these thieves I guess we didn't need anything they thought up every generation has it's thing they bring down on us.
11.
Black Box 04:07
Going all in, the brass knuckle violins obsessed with the statistical analysis man hammer, meat eater bleeding through your bandages why'd you bind my eyes? can't sympathize when the lights are blinding confess all, sodium pentothal an IV a toxic cocktail enters the bloodstream behold the tallies I've scratched in every nook and cranny residency, obediency reciting what's been told to me... purged from the official record classified concussion they applied the abrasion you need to remember who stands behind the interrogator some shadowy figure who aims to sever my mind does he really hear me? can he really have soul? lost into the filing system I'm just another redacted memo a droning report rendered illegible by indelible ink page after page not so much of anything save for the occasional technical heading reminding me... it's a straight jacket with a spot for one occupant in a black box provided by some government residency, obediency reciting what's been told to me... better living through chemistry has birthed a cancer inside of me radio frequency dentistry a boon for the tracking chip industry
12.
Smoker 04:53
Hollow, shallow, dust and gravel grind in my gears in all of my travels thorn in my side, sand in my eyes troubles flood my mind tonight smoke of kind, dirt and grime pack my frame from lungs to spine clots on my heart, death on my mind my troubles find me all the time Smoke(r) Severed nerves revolt reducing me withering a twisted husk of blasphemies mired in the agony I'm sorry... just a little too late. I'd like to live without these gills.
13.
You're running a loose operation. You're breezing in, you're breezing out, you'll let me know if you will be back in my house You're running a loose operation. You breathe it in, you breathe it out you take the time to live in the right now You're pulling your weight, it's not that, We're just a little bit late. We're doing fine as long as we keep you in your frame of mind. We'll keep you around a whirling dervish nightmare house. We tune him out, we point our guns, we have a lot of fun.
14.
Great Ideas Run Amok (free) 04:04
This is the most ill-conceived way of life of all time we cling to it like a child, ignorant and wild we oppose all others with a flag in our hand to defend our bankers, our brokers our precious politicians We cling to our freedoms as we tie ourselves down to the most crooked system we've ever allowed you're free to buy, spend, and sign to your name your free to sign your god forsaken life away God has blessed us with this corporate machine unfeeling and callous it's the sum of our dreams We value the dollar above our own lives we banish the truthful and elect the liars. I pay for ten you take nine for yourself you threaten my family, you're building wealth We pay what we owe a thousand times over You hold the deed - I am the owner. These great ideas run amok all over you you were wrong again.
15.
Like The Plague (free) 03:33
It's just a little-bitty thing we planted in ya i hope it doesn't interfere with any of your personal business without it you would be chompin' on the neck of your good-neighbor or property of lawmen as a sex worker for warlord tax squad enslavers it's just your vanity watching calamity safe underground scouring every inch of my body like the plague... you can remain here rotting from inside believing the lie infesting like a hive of bugs filling me with your rage scouring every inch of my body like the plague... just think who you could be all hollowed out for me that's just your body we need your mind we need to reprogram every free thought that you have inside it's a wonderful life with a hollowed out mind peaceful air tight sterilized every time a bell rings and angel gets his. scouring every inch of my body like the plague... you can remain here rotting from inside believing the lie there's nothing more we could do for you this is the end. yup. ooh-waah-waa-bah-dah (meanwhile) brt buh dun beeert wobbily hurt.
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This mechanical maltaise educing free speech to an amalgamation of hate and dreamscapes back through the echo chamber is you from your youth nine parts agony and one part truth. Caught in the gears the blood curdling cry of unsubstantiated fear propped up in the mirror and it's all still for not after all these years loosing all that you've got as it became clear a complicit vibe chatters it's way through the vibe mind severing ties and repeating the crimes of the past and at long last we've achieved our revolution a day a thought killed tomorrow can be still-born today Why bother to follow if you're already a slave? Why relive tomorrow when you could skip past today? you might just creep past all these little cliches and have a chance to be the first to decorate their own cage. -- My echo dances with each extreme teaches me nothing, tainting my dreams My echo flies in both directions it's greed fuels my wanting a tainted perspective. Your thought- (it is mechanical.) Not far (from the tyrannical.) Happens (Lechter comma Hannibal) Everyday.

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Copiedright 2010 :: OBCT :: Pophorse Records
Produced by: Geoffrey Makousky at Pophorse Studios. Additional Mixing and Mastering by: Nic Heidt, Engineered by: Daniel Bateman.

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released August 4, 2012

Vocals, Beats, Synths & Samples: Dan "Boot" Bateman, Vocals, Bass, Guitars, Keys, Beats & Sequences: Geoffrey Makousky, Drums: Mikey Johnson, Vocals and Keyboards: Aeryn Emrys, Guitars & Vocals: Dave Jörmungandr Erickson

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