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by Disinfectant

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released December 13, 2016

Rob - vocals
Joey - guitar
Brendan - guitar
Pat - bass
John - drums

Recorded by Mike Walls/Audio Esoterica in Baltimore, MD
October 29, 2016

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Track Name: Click, Sick
Germ that isn't there
Not in air, not in blood, but still afflicting

What was once contained to local brains
Has now found servers to start transmitting

A hiccup, a spasm
Subconscious mimicry
The symptoms are broadcast
Echoed in sympathy

Click, sick
Sick in the head
Click, sick
Hysteria spreads

Now confusion grows
In the throes of sickness unbound by contact

How long till it's devised to weaponize disorder?
A planted panic

A vector, a network
Infecting distant screens
Binary contagion
Chaos spread through machines

Click, sick
Sick in the head
Click, sick
Hysteria spreads
Track Name: Representation
Image image image all they care about
If you look like them there's not a shadow of a doubt
Cultivate a persona that's acceptable
Nothing that endures -- no ktema es aiei

Represent
How do you represent yourself?

Image image image all you care about
If they look like you there's not a shadow of a doubt
Time has passed and now you're old -- what have you got to show?
Still living like a child with a much too big ego

Represent
How do you represent yourself?
Track Name: This Man Is For the Birds
Don't care about your worth
I think it's for the birds
Impossible to accumulate
when they keep on printing more

Cotton and linen
Equal parts shit
Impossible to accumulate
when it decreases in value

Cotton and linen
Equal parts shit

Arbitrary
I don't believe
this is a worthwhile
use of my time

I think it's for the birds
Track Name: Natural Questions
Where's your consistency?
...your ideology?
You live your life for others
yet you're so selfish

Cover the inner world
with foolish trappings
What have you got inside?
Just foolish fashion

(decked out) why can't the outside match what's within?
(decked out) when we die we wear one mask
(decked out) nulla cura philosophiae est
(decked out) no hard work -- no one wants to roll up their sleeves

Ignore the inner world
Cover the inner world
Destroy the inner world
with foolish fashion
Track Name: Politics of Envy
There's more than one way to accumulate
Ignore the mantra that we all want the same thing
To make a living off of other people's work
Or trade in dignity and mutual respect

Don't need your millions
Don't need to wield your power
Nor does anyone

Under the banner of plutocracy
Success and excess will always mean the same thing
Oversupplied with overseers shepherding the flock
Assigning value by the hands of a clock

Don't need your millions
Don't need to wield your power
Nor does anyone

Don't need your billions
Don't need to wield your power
More for everyone

Politics of envy
The leisure class's calumny
Politics of envy
Clinging to control
Politics of envy
Gilded cries of "jealousy"
Politics of envy
All we want is all we need to thrive
Track Name: Annihilation Fantasy
Annihilation fantasy
A manufactured horror
Counterfeit security
Every second borrowed

Warheads waiting warheads waiting

Who will lay their head
Where coordinates are chosen?
Cancel life expectancy
When the silo doors open

Warheads waiting warheads waiting
Patient death
Latent slaughter
Vortex of destruction standing by

Those who hold the codes, our only gods
Command damnation
Countdown to a good excuse

And when their angels fall they'll bring us fire
No out of line for the pitiless pyre
Silhouettes burned onto concrete
Lucky ones dead

Poison fallout coda
There is no out of line