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Super Aids
03:39
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what the fuck, i thought we were doing well, cant we all appreciate lil rockin guitars and taco bell? ni hao hwarang, alakim salam, aburka's not fuckin bomb. i gotta ask how many children cry when their parents say that THAT child cant come by. why?cuz white think theyre better than blacks? cuz every black person smokes crack? seriously who feeds their children this shit, holy McMierda i dare you to change.
and dont get me started, i speak the word and its like i farted, how come a piece of peace cant cant be released and is outta my reach? cuz the world would be much better if we all looked alike, god forbid we have personality. cuz that would be a horrible idea, but not as bad as aids.. given tot he black communities and the gays, why has the world gone so wrong, why is the truth only told in song, cuz theres no one left.
yo no puedo vivir aqui, pero no puedo irme porque, you no quiero morir.
i just wanna have a real fun time, drink fine wine with fine friends, but ignorance and pessimism bring it to an end
what the hell, thats population control. sounds like the arbiters of life want you to pay your toll, and no doubt we all just want to live, who can say they were all misanthropes since they were fuckin kids... kids that just want to grow up... to be adults who just want to be kids.. who end up hating their lives.. and want to turn yours to shit!
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Anachronism
03:20
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every day i brush my teeth and look to see whats on tv, raid the fridge and stuff my face and still most of this goes to waste. as prisoner to this modern world i long to let someone else free. born into this wretched age that is full of shit that we dont need
simple solutions to simple problems means you dont have to use your head. it seems that everyone is runnin in circles and being mislead.
of all the eras past i wonder why we exist today, sometimes i wish that this arrangement wasnt our misteak
pledge allegiance at age 4 a peculiar practice i observed, with fingerprints and certificates to hand out when your times been served. the nicest guy i know im told said what use is it to be. to save face for the human race lets try and do things differently
simple solutions to simple problems means you dont have to use your head. it seems that everyone is runnin in circles and being mislead.
its chance the day your life began lets hope that it dont end in dismay.
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Count me out
01:50
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this is it the curtain call an ode to pride before a fall. take this, this lease on life so unfamiliar vast and shining. into a state of being where its your turn to become the medium. youre still cool, draw-win-or lose; just dont forget youve got something to do. you got somewhere to be/ potential like a dream.
you got a problem, you got that shadow of a doubt. right now it seems to me that the weaker portion is outside. so what must be done to correct the fault of this weak flesh and these sad thoughts, one must burn to change shape and form and ignore the ones that are saying that it cant be done. you give it all just to fall so hard, sometime thay aint even gon let you try, and other times you dont wanna try so hard
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No U.S.E.
03:42
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its hard to frown when youre always on top. im the man that will not be caught with the sick little lives and the pollinating consience of our race... a race that hasnt been lost in years, now that out plans are turning to fears and profits and gold. that only claim the lives of all men
im the man whos sick and astray. the work behind this face are our sweat and our tears. i was born in this place why must it be that i cant break away. i cant climb out of this hole theres a class barrier thats known and not said. why must a king get his fill and his joy from hate and claiming the lives of all men.
one word, obscured, one people, one rule with no rights. one land with no boundaries, all lies. one class we all live in; its all in sake of greed. one color with no skin no tolerance to give. one life, one shower, one presence unknown. this is out hell, this is our curse. welcome to the united states of earth.
im just a boy, a faint observer of a fight between a brotherhood that was lost so long a go. i see see the truth beyond the wall. i find that if we cant mend these wounds and break these boundaries that we were born to die for and end of all things are in the cards.. that claim the lives of all men
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What I'm not
02:12
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over and over i try to try too hard to not try at all, im way too fucked up in the head, either way too intelligent. or so pitifully thoughtless my mind is a place to me. a safe haven and my hell. it like gluttony, taking too much of a good thing drives me insane. i dont think i have a purpose, a destiny. im blind , deaf, and way too fuckin dumb for me to put my finger on it now.
where do i begin i lost myself again, what mind do i have, and what i have is what im missing. i need to stop these run arounds, thses games. this is what ive got. my thoughtlessness makes up for what im not
ill start off by saying im sorry, for what its worth. ive been faithful to the unfaithful. these feet of mine have walked a million miles. ive worn down callous and sole, these hands of mine have seen too much disgrace and i cant see why. im starting over again i cant find a place to begin, but days go by and most of my time has gone to die
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Pi Squared
02:48
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Paradigm
00:51
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Reason with empathy
02:10
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Don't blame me
02:07
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My Fall
06:00
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20 years wasted on a life that'll never become nothing more than just another pitiful dream. im standing in a fight between morality and personality. im sitting in a parking lot consuming some beer, i don't think twice before i succumb to fear, i think about tomorrow will it ever come, thats how they want me to feel. im sick of my forgetfulness and following pain,emptiness and existance is all the same. tragedy is tomorrow and the calm is today; it sure beats the hell outta me
silence carries itself in the dark of the night and in the middle of the day, its more than i can say (ooh) i am unforgiven, i am lost. selfrightousness wont save me anymore. im the one whos gone and i cant be saved.
i cant seem to catch a glimpse of the day thats past or any before it. i seem to be losing myself, initiative is failing and im going down. i keep finding my reflection in shame, my ego and pride have gone down the drain, my lifes a failure and i have myself to blame. i want to ignore it. somehow i must keep from passing the hate, but my life keeps spinning on a plate. i just want it to end.
silence carries itself in the dark of the night and in the middle of the day, its more than i can say (ooh) i am unforgiven, i am lost. selfrightousness wont save me anymore. im the one whos gone and i cant be saved.
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Snatch Punch Denton, Texas
punk from dallas, tx
Josh Hunter
Mark Kimberlin
Clemente Chan
Nick Cassiani
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