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The Consequences Of Being Frank

by Loser

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1.
At Night... 02:38
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the tide has brought the garbage back on the shore the morning light just seems to make my eyes sore suburban blight and hunting of the truth searching in the same old places for a trace of my life forever lost in a dream of what is right and wrong and dreading time for day to end and night to haunt me once again forever lost in a dream a labyrinth of beasts, terror at night and deadly pills to keep your mind unhealthily subdued the fridge is open, come out slice of lard reach in my pocket, unlimited credit card labeled wrong, examined in every part for the crime of following my own truth soaring out through the haze its been me against the world for quite some time so passing out seems like a cure, for all my problems soaring out through the haze flailing blind and dreaming of the light with tears dripping from my eyes now what can i say, go list me MIA, as there is no outcome worth of all my time i'm sick and tired of all these lies the lies i grew up to the lies we've built together and together is forever, i recall you saying once in a blue moon now silence disproves you, and all i do is dance at night i dreamt me a dream it was the sweetest one i had in a long time and even though i must be mad at night i dreamt me a dream in the end of the tunnel i saw a light i’ll hold the torch high till the end the dreaded end
2.
Return To Dreamland 02:33
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its time i return back to dreamland can't help but think of it every day every time i am forced to slap myself awake stuck in the mud of reality i am the prince of dreamland deep inside the woods i am the one who decides what is bad and what is good instead of searching for sanity in a world so full of shit i’ll judge the world from my throne in dreamland then disappear for good sealed exits, barbed wire fences, reality is hell labeled wrong, labeled evil, thrown into a cell society’s grasp tightens round my throat i am the prince of dreamland deep inside the woods i am the one who decides what is bad and what is good instead of searching for sanity in a world so full of shit i’ll judge the world from my throne in dreamland then disappear for good is there a place where sanity is waiting for me or am i bound to chase a dream for ever to feel, to crave, to long for notions buried in the past go finish first i’ll finish last
3.
Conspiracy Theorist 01:46
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christmas comes to the land of the poor the liberal hippies continue to drool they all say "one for all, all for one" but really no one for anyone while an endless bombardment of social norms and what we can't escape since the day we were born make us totally selfish we welcome this new age, we open wide the door we blindly follow all the rules, as programmed before arranged to ravish out of greed, and live in constant apathy endlessly feeding the machine summer comes to the land of the free the ignorant dorks run off to the sea its party time for the victims and for the system's guinea pigs but i won’t be alone or locked up inside i am trying to cleanse my soul drinking beers every night within the lindane conspiracy it's so easy to live in a lie but so gratifying to fight it till you die
4.
Airport Song 00:31
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in the first morning hours the mind seems aloof the pain of last night's thinking a bitter half hazed proof that going for a haircut then going for a side dish and driving towards the airport uncertain scared and childish the weather is ok has been so everyday but mindsets do not always stay fear turns into panic into a brutal display of panic
5.
Confessions Of A Suburban Loser 03:26
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waking up each day, leaving my bed's sweet death that tries to ease my pain as i brush my teeth, i feel like going back to sleep now that i think of you, a glimpse of charm heartwarming as in renew i try to fight the insecurities inside so as to move on, just one more step one more step the seems that pull apart these ends are we at all honest with ourselves? is it safe to hide anymore from enemies invisible try to move on, to the next step is it me or is everyone's attracted to the wrong types of people? is it me or is everyone as shallow as they seem? the objects in my room, make me realise it's going to be my tomb they try to talk to me, relieve me of anxiety and a calming breeze is natures way of showing me i should be pleased ambitions versus needs one sec let me check, maybe i’ll make it one more step so here comes the night, a beer, a friend, a fucking good car ride as suburbia sleeps, my soul cleanses its disease this feeling that i get, a losers life could never be as intense maybe there's something more, i just have to open the door finally reached the goal, i'm standing at the top of the staircase i've got no more, no more steps no more steps no more regrets no more lies and no more doubts inside i've got none left in my mind
6.
At War! 01:01
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the facts are twisted by the news the propaganda looms and everyone’s indifferent like slaves they’re working day and night no fucking end in sight and nothing’s ever different my ultimatum i have placed before you prepare for war as a blast from the past is now back to haunt your lives once more a blast from the past a new manifestation i shall strike on impulse against all i see false
7.
Needle In The Brain 03:06
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don't wait go sell yourself today, be a part of this cultural decay big print shirts, stretches and tattoos, moronic haircuts sex drugs ignorance and party, don't forget to disrespect your body go fucking smoke your weed, but don’t sell your crap to me and what's with all those meaningless skin stains that you seem to boast out with glee not even in my darkest nights i swear i will never comply here comes a breakdown once again, oh god when is this gonna end chewed up, thrown out, ignored, the future of your music another product with a tag, demanding public for an act with purpose to prolong your hedonistic futile train ride and what's with the irreversible skin stains imprisoned by your own stupidity not even in my darkest nights i swear i will never comply in the beginning of the 21st century the music business realised that in order to keep profits up they had to utilise the elements that appeal to the eyes and ears of todays youth. they found their whores in the faces of sex-driven, immature and impressionable scene kids. thus, the alternative music scene has been bombarded with stretch-core, crab-core, imadouchebagandihavenotalentcore bands and tattoo shops are spawning up everywhere. cash in dummies
8.
Bear Trap 02:21
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at the time of year round spring at the outskirts of the city hunting season has begun there’s a sign and a loaded gun the hours seem like never yet the seconds like forever you choose to defy the signs one wrong move and you’re trapped a bear trap lays in the woods the squad is standing in attention as we prepare for attack the ritual starts and the trap goes snap suburban streets with dim pale lights voices echo through the night torches burning in the sky a hunting squad is passing by the ritual hunt has no end the ideals are no longer dead
9.
Apology 02:40
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the clock on the wall suddenly stops eye colour lost from water drops the fear of being apart fighting the darkness of the heart years lost in time will not return yet only the soul knows how i yearn to find a way to express myself to travel back in time for every sleepless night for every unended fight for everything you never asked for an apology of apologies that hurts me like a knife and will haunt me for the rest of my life
10.
Rifleman 03:43
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birth came on a winters day, with a belly full of echoing song values fed by her selfless hand, the mouth’s been frozen for too long along the wall of angels, the waves are splashing into it’s core a rifleman of conduct sets up the last defence before the storm trying to tame the restless angry waves struck by time’s ever turning blades surfing the storm witnessing the birth and death of a transcending form the evil giant, it’s feeble soul, to pieces its been torn the hourglass has turned now, the sand falls steadily in its frame the silent nights grow longer, demons throw the soul into the flame along the wall of serpents, the waves are crashing into its core the last descendants of a name, are the ones who have to bear it’s fall he put his head to rest on the soft and holy pillow to listen to the voices coming from the world below the waves crash to the core, the story of a lifetime the ghosts carry the soul, the story of a nighttime

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released June 23, 2015

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