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DEATH DEPR​Ǝ​SSION

by BULLSHIT DETƎCTÖR

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    8 songs, same as digital LP, co-released by Contra Records out of Germany and Guerrilla Vinyl from France. Black vinyl, glossy card stock gatefold.

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1.
Out here nothing’s fair See behind your vacant stare Face white as a sheet Saw your head bounce off the street Sheepdog bullshit ill-defined Hero only in your mind Murder with impunity No accountability Defend property Defend supremacy If you’re not sworn to protect Then why can’t I save my own fucking neck? We’ll find our justice on the street
2.
Vice cops no-knocked through my front door But they didn’t find what they’re looking for Pablo’s feet are missing digits Your walk back from the store ain’t safe, is it? Crippled rats don’t move so well If you see me, I’d run like hell Better hope you got more legs than felony bail I’d like to think that I’m on all ten Out on the stoop and four beers in DC pulls up in an old Corvette He’s got some work for me that’s a bet Judge has got freedom for sale If you got the bread, just ride that rail All the way back down to county jail If you see me, I’d run like hell
3.
Just a joke he said But no one’s laughing yet Don’t cross the blue line Systemic silent crimes One law for them Taste your own medicine Show no regret Force-fed a shit sandwich Restitution incomplete Til we share what’s left to eat King’s taste what’s good for you Must be good for me, too
4.
By the time this story ends No one will fucking win Only took a blip in time To build impassable divides We can’t get it straight Fucked right from the gate Time to eradicate Nothing but human trash Empires never last Countdown to our own grave End of the human plague
5.
Cast out in the distant margins A prayer for your fucking troubles On the third let’s check your head It’s time that we respect the dead It’s alright, Trae fucking said Until all your friends are dead Tim’s dead suicide by cop Ran out with a hatchet he got dropped Dan is cooking cream out in the sticks Laws dropped on him like a ton of bricks I’m sick of it Fuck this shit
6.
Decay 02:13
Looks like I’m down to my last dollar I tried to drown all my sorry-to-bothers Blow back another eight to seal my fate Let’s see if I can take my body weight Nothing to show prone to decay Even the good times cause so much pain Nothing lasts but we will Jewel in the crown is I feel nothing For precious moments no longer running Non-substantial states, it’s all a waste Underneath this blank expression a life of hate
7.
Roofie took a pint to the face Cops hemmed me up at Dewey and Main (Criminal intent) Gimme action sometimes means There might be a few casualties They want us locked up, can’t you see? Fines and fees, that’s job security What we’re meant to be Ol boy never made it through the crosswalk Plainclothes bastards all over the block (Criminal intent) Can’t dispute the laws that be When they pay these fuckers’ salaries The sacred myth of mobility Spits you out right back onto the street Where you’re meant to be
8.
This life makes me sick God didn’t do the trick There’s a wall, let’s see what sticks Boot soles fall isochronous I live for you, will you live for us? Give me something I can trust Violent adhesive That’s all that we can give I looked and could not find Outside of our own kind They hate us, I can’t stand them No rest no quarter outside our friends So keep your hands up and tuck your chin

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released May 6, 2022

Engineered, produced, mixed, and mastered by Brad Teeter. Drums recorded with Matt Parmenter at Ice Cream Factory. Guitars, bass, and vocals recorded at Lights Out Studio with Jimmy Anderson.

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