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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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Track Name: ZZZ's
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.
Track Name: I Like A Shadow
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
Track Name: Klunkerton
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
Track Name: Jason's Burner
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.
Track Name: The Lecture
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
Track Name: Reeling
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.
Track Name: All Alone In This
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
Track Name: Worry
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...
Track Name: Obamanation
"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....
Track Name: Thieve On
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.
Track Name: Black Box
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
Track Name: Smoker
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.
Track Name: Loose Operation
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.
Track Name: Great Ideas Run Amok
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.
Track Name: Like The Plague
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.
Track Name: Mechanical Thought
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.