1. |
S.C.
02:11
|
|||
|
Stress and pressure pressing
deep inside my brain and it's messy.
Don't know who to trust,
or where to go from here.
Trapped inside a cell,
inside my head - that I've created.
Learning to accept:
I cannot be rehabilitated.
RESIST: failed convention
RIGHT NOW: Life won't wait.
Born an animal -
raised on praise and Ritalin.
Taught to defend against
villains drunk on Oxycontin.
Now I feel the weight -
the 'good guys' stealing from my plate.
I'm completely out of SHIT to lose.
I've paid my dues.
|
||||
2. |
Pressure
02:50
|
|||
|
Machine gun - debit card.
Brain cell cancer, black and charred.
Reparation: all of my time.
I need so much SHIT, I can't afford to buy.
Get back to work - and don't get thrown away.
This check 'aint going to hold another 20 days.
My list of unpaid debts gets longer each day.
If I can't get ahead, there will be hell to pay.
Pressure high. Money low.
No matter how much I have, I always need more.
Pressure high...
Redundant necessity.
Unyielding misfortune, can't be foreseen.
Protagonist: or so I have claimed.
Infamous villain, in my younger days.
I'm taking greater chance to show that I've changed,
but nobody here knows me by my real name.
Just stay the course and things will be okay,
or burn each other out, if we go on this way.
My future: encrypted.
This uninspired victim -
created: this chaos,
which governs more than not.
My thirst, as always, insatiable. Financially unstable.
Morally: incapable.
Pressure high, money low.
|
||||
3. |
Dictators
02:08
|
|||
|
Another long long nightmare,
awakens me so cold.
Long after the sunlight has gone.
oh no, no, no.
The moonlight seems to dim and,
my stomach turns so hard.
As I realize we're all alone.
Set me free - you don't want to know.
Set me free.
I try to call for help but,
my phone just won't connect.
Leave a message in the mirror:
"don't loose your FUCKING head."
Swallow me whole.
You don't want to mix me with alcohol.
I've lost the will to dream,
if I go down, you're coming with me.
|
||||
4. |
Unbelievers
02:25
|
|||
|
Wake up - had enough?
Always talking, but not saying too much.
Can't understand how human beings tolerate,
Lying, cheating, psycho-social masturbation.
Knuckle up - it's getting rough.
Life is harder, and it's shorter than you thought.
Now, it's time that we learned to build a fire,
detox the blood, liberate our minds.
I don't believe you anymore.
I don't believe you anymore.
My enemies will know.
We fight the unbeliever's war.
Hard Core - Soft mind.
Heavily medicated, easy to find.
I'll take your pills, but don't you get upset:
'cause I'm a trouble-maker, don't you FUCKING forget it.
It's my life - my fight.
don't you depend on me to fall in your line.
The world is tipping, but there's more on your side.
And I will never let you FUCKING take me alive!
|
||||
5. |
Ol' Yeller
01:42
|
|||
|
TAKE BACK ALL YOUR SHIT -
that you left when I went crazy.
I don't want to see your photographs;
I want you in my past.
Don't you try to pretend now,
that you want to know me -
BITCH, you had your chance. You had your chance.
I double-dog dare you to do it again:
Smile into my face,
while you're stabbing me in the back.
These memories:
they tend to change from time to time.
But, I'm sure I know myself -
and everything is just fine.
Don't forget to take your pills,
and try hard not to drink too much -
or, once again you'll find me
out of touch. I'm out of touch.
|
||||
6. |
Bangers
02:38
|
|||
|
On a set of tracks, moving faster.
There 'aint no way that I can curb this disaster.
I close my eyes, because I want to let go.
Alleviate tension, the whistle blows.
Sparks fly - I won't lie.
I'm scared to death, 'cause I don't want to die.
My blood boils, that's when you know:
It's time to take cover - I'm about to explode!
Am I exactly what you planned?
A human-supernova in your hand.
BANG BANG - Burn up everything at once.
BANG BANG - Is this what you want?
I'll blow apart until there's nothing left.
BANG BANG - I'll burn myself to death.
Catalogue humans as debits and deficits.
It's getting harder everyday to FUCKING give a SHIT.
The world is heavy, but the weight is just the half of it.
Everything we know, is just a failed experiment.
I try to love - I try to live well.
Distracted by bullSHIT, impossible to tell.
Am I really doing everything I can?
If I blow myself apart, can you understand?
Bangin' bass drum to the reggae rhythm,
when I turn the music up, it get's under my skin.
Hear the bass line drop and then I heat up within.
Punk rock make me wicked, and I about to sin.
HEY HO, here we go.
Down a dark path, on a dead end road.
I've reached an em pass, a critical mass, I won't last.
This is nuclear fusion - burnin' out fast.
|
||||
Cease and Resist London, Ontario
If you like Cease and Resist, you may also like:
What's for Dinner? Beach Party 2000? Super Deluxe Reissue with bonus Just Desserts EP
by TMA
A blast (of pure hardcore punk) from the past; early '80s New Jersey band TMA gets the deluxe reissue treatment.
go to album
Beer Breakfast Dungeness Crab - S/T
by Beer Breakfast Dungeness Crab
Smash your head on the snarling riffs and jagged-edged jamming of Philly miscreants Beer Breakfast Dungeness Crab.
go to album
On their ferocious self-titled debut, the Australian punks pit d-beat percussion against gnarled, metallic melodies.
go to album
Escape From New York
by Cash Bribe
New York hardcore meets classic thrash metal meets Jane's Addiction-esque alternative on the Brooklyn crushers' sensational debut.
go to album
FSR69 - Psychic Dance Routine
by Scowl
Rowdy hardcore rhythms co-mingle with catchy alt-rock hooks on the California punks' immensely satisfying 5-track EP.
go to album
The L.A. powerviolence band explore the connective tissue between Black music’s past and present.
go to album
Chicago hardcore outfit Buggin make their Flatspot Records debut with a two-track EP, featuring a cover of Beastie Boys' "Gratitude."
go to album
