1. |
Drugs And Venom
04:28
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Drugs And Venom
Having light in such a dark mess
Should encourage a quest
Not pander loneliness
A record made to be broken
If it is so obvious
Then why the fuck should it be spoken
Why did you ever come down
Just so I could know
You are an evil fuck
If there was a chance
I could put you down
But I'll probably never get the luck
I am not so lucky
I am an obligation
Nothing mystic about
A misogynistic woman beater
I will change my name
But it won't change
My relation
Terror is a product
It's been rapped with rage
Burning sage is my misconduct
While gravity has wrapped you in age
Left me to sink
As the lake ices
Smothered everyone in guilt
To hide my vices
A government job
A mid-life crisis
Gotta get away
Being chased by ISIS
You can never stop
The fear of a bomb
That might not even drop
Similarities are there to ignore
A different kind of heat
But still a cold war
Immoral memorial of a mortal
Your personal effects are more eternal
Dying in a diary
Journey kept in a journal
The living room's stained
Gunpowder and bourbon
Settled in hate
You’ve called it suburban
What is being saved
But a one-sided perspective
Boarded in the cupboard
Hoarded in a collective
Speaking of death
The precedence should be bolder
Engraved above a grave
Is a president’s name on a marble boulder
Fuck the standard demonic praise
Of a rogue demi-god
That's using words to pander
It's time to put down the demagogue
Consumed by drugs and venom
We now know our enemy
Bed bugs in the denim
Be grateful they don't carry venom
He probably hates himself
Try being stuffed into the dresser
You think it's shameful on the shelf
You don't have an oppressor
Negate the income
By raising prices
The ones that made the pie chart
And divide us by slices
A mid-wife to
Your government crisis
Are the same white families
That colonized for spices
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2. |
The Heart Doesn't Change
03:42
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The Heart Doesn't Change
A disturbing, lack of faith
I'm just letting off some steam
Lack of intelligence
Makes many too extreme
That's my America,
Speaking as you please
With no reprimand by the media,
That feels entitled to arbitrary appease.
I'm indifferent
It's nothing personal
I'm a narcissistic, antisocial
There's nothing going on
And I wanna say goodbye
It's not showing on the ground
but it's snowing in the sky.
The character is fake
It's not the tale that's tall
I'm not gonna sit and wait
For a flake to fall
What constitutes as truth
You can still dilute
But it's nothing new
When you follow it back to the roots
You'll find a sense of belonging was detached
But that's not me now
I'm not delusional, anymore.
I sober up on the couch
No longer pass out on the floor.
A change of heart.
No, the heart doesn't change.
We change our thoughts,
That make us change our ways.
I'll take the happiness
That comes with pain
And just keep grinding on in wistful gain.
On second thought,
I'll think of happier days,
That are coming straight to us
As we adore the praise
That was meant to bring us joy
When we destroy
Malicious ego.
We will know
Exchanged love and compassion as we go
Beyond greed
And sail past all of the dark sea.
No more indentured slaves
Incorporated into fascist, oligarchy.
And what acceptance it is,
To not own what you have.
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3. |
A Miracle In America
04:47
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A Miracle In America
My friends that give a shit about elitists
Aren't recognizing how they treat us
Weighed down into a sub-genre
Harassed when drinking margaritas
They're like, "Death to what is false
And doesn't live up to the mantra"
Golden but too soft to be the metallic
Generation in this genre
End of an Era extortionist
Enobbling the edging of eternity
Extracting the hierarchy
In this establishment
That I don't want to govern me
Out of your region
I will venture
Losing heart in the heat
From layers I'm wrapped in
Here's a bone of your own
Anything can still happen
Even if you knew
How to shut the fuck up
You wouldn't know
When to shut the fuck up
Another angler fishing for a match.
Anger driven to romance.
It's true, every compliment has a catch.
Alike in redness, submissive to chance.
I know how it is
I know how it can be
Tell a lie or a secret
It becomes a mystery
Guilty until proven otherwise
A miracle in America
But still no surprise.
When worse comes to worst
I'll still get by
I'll be so drunk
That I can't get high.
I know how it is
I know how it can be
Tell a lie or a secret
It becomes a mystery
I'll stay committed
You keep playing pretend
If you're not someone I can defend
Why would I call you my friend?
For thoughts left alone
Out of reach I've hunted
It's just so wild and queer
To claim there's actually duality
And think bias will disappear
When it comes to preferred sexuality.
Segregation hasn’t ended
Class is what's next to have a war on
I can pick the side that's right
If I'm straight and white
And even at times, a moron
We can be so much more than status
Ran by a political apparatus
But since the moment of birth
This system knowingly had us.
Is this not wild
to anybody else?
Maybe born to be
A precocious child
Or a big picture perfectionist
If you have a weak mind
And seek validation
You're a waste of my time
Don't test my patience
I can see the future
In my hindsight
You would patronize
Your only patron
There's so much to be found
In a quick evaluation
not equipped as a crime
But unmet capitulation
With the complex of a god
How could you really worship Satan.
Hate capitalists but probably love Ronald Reagan
Claim to be a witch if you're not even a pagan.
Vague and you would patronize your only patron.
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4. |
Become A Virtue
04:34
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Become A Virtue
I turn the lock on everything I own.
It turns out to be not much more than flesh and bone.
The apex of booze and blues
Is not a dunce without a safety cone
But a drunk driving with tunnel vision
In a danger zone.
The outcome Undetermined
But not unknown.
Fuck me,
It wasn't chivalrous
To not expect
That I would neglect a little bit,
And not know when to forfeit.
Sometimes
I make choices that I don't regret.
It's one less
Thing to haunt me
And cause me to reset.
Cutting teeth with a dagger
Because love was never clear
You felt the skin of my teeth
Now why aren't you here?
I spent paychecks on a ruse for a muse
Why even tell me you have a phone
If you break trust
Then spade your lust
In a division
Where I can't hear your tone.
The outcome still undetermined
But not unknown.
It's not a small world
It's a small town.
The creature comes out
A depressed absence of renown.
A terrible thing to waste
Is what you have to lose
I could open up
To a different taste
But ignorance is what I'll choose
We set up this illusion
Where our boundaries are existent.
Our neediness to attract
Makes us desperate,
Not persistent.
Fuck you,
It wasn't chivalrous
To not expect
That I would neglect a little bit,
And not know when to forfeit.
Sometimes
I make choices that I don't regret.
It's one less
Thing to haunt me
And cause me to reset.
It has to hurt you
To become a virtue
Anxiety into patience
Learning what lies should be true
It has to hurt you
To become a virtue
Fighting for love
Letting go only when you have to
What do you tell someone
That never wants to be happy?
And why
Why stay if you're not happy?
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