
Date of issue: 12.07.2004
Record label: Fat Wreck Chords
Song language: English
Tenebrae |
Command and repose and perfect posture |
Set up to segregate afflictions we foster |
The words fall dead, slip down the side |
The wounded risen up and taken from the worst ride |
Out in the cold when we speak solid breath |
We make our moves under cover of death |
Outside the walls with the sick and insane |
No shade or shelter from the shame-flavored rain |
And I can see it’s the same as before |
Condemned to suffer the seeds we have sown |
To the degree that we reject and deny |
Too greedy, too selfish to try |
Deadbolt the mind, unplug the phone |
Deny the promise of what’s freely been shown |
Just turn away, pretend it’s not there |
The strings of ignorance grown too sick to care |
Out on an island of self-centered spite |
Lay in our beds under cover of night |
Curl up and weep, narcissistic in vain |
No shade or shelter from the shame-flavored rain |
And without a shift in course |
We will approach our destination |
Can you deny it? |
Throughout the flames that scorch the civility |
Right off the page of a selfish history |
The tide turns to create it’s union |
Now’s our chance, time to disconnect |
Preserve some dignity, a system to respect |
It’s been justified and relegated |
We bog down in our symptoms of despair |
Too far along to pretend we even care |
Pretend you fucking care |
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Doomsday Breach | 2004 |
R.J.R. | 2004 |
To The Nines | 2004 |
Pray For Me | 2004 |
Real Enemy | 2004 |
The Well | 2006 |
Sedated | 2004 |
Fallen Idols | 2004 |
On Time | 2004 |
Virus | 2004 |
Well | 2004 |
Too Loose | 2007 |
Shotgun | 2007 |
Now's The Time | 2007 |
This Is Wretched | 2007 |
Find Yourself Alone | 2014 |
Xanthology | 2007 |
Everything For You | 2007 |
Contagious | 2014 |
Just Us | 2007 |