what they eat don't make us shit (demo 2011)

by Real Talk

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2011 Demo. Recorded by Casey Martin at the Bike Lot in Richmond, Virginia.

Real Talk is:
-Cole Hutchison - Vocals
-Kevin Broaderick - Drums
-Joe Hunt - Guitar
-Graham Scala - Bass

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released 03 February 2011

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Track Name: hymen remains
let your hair hang low, Sor Juana
let them see you for the queen that you are
when the mother of words is being tossed to the birds
all the sobbing in Juarez won't do shit for that scar

between the half-assed apologies
from disposable dads
and the man-made hex upon the fairer sex
given birth within fashions and fads
we never once bat an eyelash
just quietly mumble "it's sad"
while suppressing our rage. why don't you ask Haley Paige
about good girls gone bad?

let your skirts fly high, hermanas
who gives a damn what is said?
while reclaiming the night just remember the plight
of those cuerpos muertos who've bled
they're dead

remember: we're nothing without them
Track Name: armageddon t-shirt
they're dropping the bombs
say goodbye to your moms
annihilation inevitable, annihilation inevitable

nuclear summer
i know it's a bummer
so don't drop the ball
with an outfit regrettable

close your eyes man, it's gonna hurt
you've got armageddon t-shirt
the concept of fashion buried dead in the dirt
i've got armageddon t-shirt

comfortable living
in crumbling ruins
beyond the long-dead grasp
of cultural influence

just as long as it fits
even caked in toxic shit
while the rest of these slobs start to cook
stubborn survival, always a good look

close
your
eyes

leave the criticism to the mutants and jerks
we've got armageddon t-shirts
Track Name: jungle bungle
take a pill, have a thrill
don't forget to write your will
eating fungus, beasts among us
beware the stares that night has brung us

bungle in the jungle
accidental death
psilocybin visions
ravaged by savage breath

lions, tigers, bears, oh shit
nothing's sticking to the script
pupils dilate, vomit, sick
panic, clutching sharpened stick

this can't be fucking happening, man
this isn't happening

yes it is
wife and kids
never see them after this

now it's through
but nothing new
the stains in the grass
used to be you
Track Name: dishpit messiah
maybe you've obtained the cosmos
or maybe you're just young and sick
maybe you've advanced beyond me
and maybe i don't give a shit

i ain't got the time for time

maybe god is in your handshake
and maybe he don't know you're high
but maybes are just maybes and if
maybes ain't then maybes lied

i ain't got the time for time
i can't wait to break my mind

i don't beleve in anything
i believe in everything
everything that's happening
could be explained as anything
Track Name: dome invasion
trembling & shaking
the loss of control
numbness & tingling
the loss of control
chest pain, discomfort
the loss of control
shortness of breathing
the loss of control

sudden onset of apprehension
increasing discomfort, forgetting to breath
feels like i'm choking, the vascoconstriction
and derealization you would not believe

total invasion of these abberations
creating sensations of nauseas disgust
what the fuck?
Track Name: vlad decisions
i'm afraid i must apologize for
this sudden act of blood
it seems that shattered mirrors don't do
one damned bit of good

i do appreciate your taste
and the way you wait for me
but i'll leave a path of dyed grey rats
as i exit through your door

unholy thoughts
keep windows locked
ready or not
phantom der nacht