Eightpennygalvinized - CD
Hook, Line, and Sinker | Speaking of Errors | Kill the Messenger | Split Seconds | Kinetic Energy | You Can't Force... | Commodity | Delusions of Grandeur | Chalkline | Murdered on Our Doorstep

Other songs, very old...
Numbing Effect | Seed | Assembly Line | Isolation

And the newest songs...
thirty-second love scene | the sky above, sanguineous


Hook, Line, and Sinker

hook line and sinker religion got you
Speaking of Errors
segmented at first breath where did that smile go we've lost 
our way and forgot how to play where did that purity go 
simplicity is not complacency what destroyed the simple life 
mindless heartless souless on our way down she sings softly 
"there is a need for melody" she sings softly "there is a need 
for harmony" corrupted by the lies but we've been stabbing 
blindly the error of our ways
Kill the Messenger
the slowdance has run itself out and it's time to run your 
head back into silence you can't think straight when there's a 
gun at your head and your thoughts aren't your own and everything 
is controlled by the moving picture show regulated control the 
opposition gets banned not burned oppresion is disguised as a 
helping hand the oppression gets jailed not burned etc. silence 
is a virtue we better soon forget
Split Seconds
you told me you took me aside you said that some times 
burning yourself feels good in a sick sort of way you learn what 
not to do it's a twisted type of therapy oh the romance has grown 
stale you told me you took me aside etc. you said the pain would 
eventually go away you said it was the best thing for me now i'm 
standing here looking wondering i think you were lying i remember 
when you said that we'd be changing the world five years later i 
don't see any changing etc. you forgot to mention that it might 
leave a scar it changed my life did it change yours?
Kinetic Energy
don't be force fed insect food don't drivel to a diner bell 
don't mind theories they're just equations obedience training and 
sedation insignificant explainations designed to insure 
complaisance "it's time for moving mountains" he said "never mind 
the rain on your head" don't kiss the ground when you leave it 
kept you bound by your feet and on your knees
You Can't Force...
lock it down hide it all inside invite the dying inside 
building it up in time it's all i have to remind me that i am 
alive i don't want to waste my time are we just wasting time 
waiting to die we're actually talking without saying anything 
etc.
Commodity
our lives are spent in servitude lining the pockets of the 
aristocracy a silent team player for the trickle down theory as 
life gets traded for products and accessories day in and day out 
punch in and punch out don't think just serve don't live just 
serve working nine to five is the worst way to die consume 
consume and be consumed i've been having this recurring nightmare 
where we're all shackled and bound and it only takes 40 hours to 
die dying nine to five you're not alive we're not alive
Delusions of Grandeur
mirror lovers transparent words are dressed to impress 
talking and talking but they're not saying anything worth 
listening to i can't stand you building you up by talking you up 
when you're just sitting down analyze who's in line who decides 
who sets the standards why abide mirror lovers would you think 
the same way and would you say the same things if you had no 
audience will you ever understand that fashion doesn't constitute 
conviction now it's on your head
Chalkline
there's something wrong with your song there's bar codes 
before there's notes there's words before there's thoughts 
there's millionares marketing such a weak frequency so ther're 
bringing in clones and they're buying up land they've robbed from 
our homes the new business has moved next door they're offering 
gold to sleep with them to seize our sound this sound without 
soul is a sickening noise the alternative is the mainstream now 
remember there's a reason and a meaning for the underground if 
your heart isn't in it then you shouldn't be in it the lines are 
drawn
Murdered on Our Doorstep
we can't see outside our own pathetic lives it's easier to 
pass on by it's easier to pass the blame are there cracks in the 
walls where you live is there blood in the streets where you live 
blinded by privilege standards set by image structural design 
responsible for ten million dead we're ignoring what's been 
growing it will remind us we can't forget it their ancestors were 
murdered on our doorstep sitting in your white castle you wonder 
why they want to burn it down
Numbing Effect
strike the one you say you love / flowers hide the BLOOD for 
now / empty promises are chains / violent threats equal control / 
is this what makes you a man? / bastard / she can't hide the 
bruises from everyone / self esteem can't be conjured up / *she 
loses LIFE everytime you touch her / she loses LIFE every time 
you rape her / **dying  / she is dying and you are the murder 
WEAPON / strike the one you say you love / deny the violence you 
inflict / killing her identity / dehimanize her to DUST / no 
escape when no one believes / hopeless / no support / no 
independance / no decisions / no life / * / ** / you could never 
endure what you DESERVE / LIES / two faced LIES is all she knows 
/ she's not allowed any happiness / HER life and soul aer growing 
numb / * / ** / for HER pain you could never serve enough time / 
for HER suffering you could never DIE enough times...
Seed
the amputation has taken place / the battle-lines have been 
drawn / i stare at what i once knew / recognition of a 
pipe-dream, i see NOTHING / the stone cold face erodes / the 
failure and disappointment (so familiar) / the masks have been 
changed / the position remains / can't you see, can't you 
understand / the pain the doubt the lies / but i can only GROW 
stronger / dove fast without looking / shattered dreams in 
shallowness / i've heard the reflection / i've seen its scream / 
the door was shut the fit was thrown the window smashed the 
beauty lost / destroy the apethetic self pity / mend the torn and 
shredded / rebuild the broken and shattered / shun the depression 
/ i will only GROW stronger / i can only GROW stronger / i have 
to GROW stronger / and your lies will BREAK you...
Assembly Line
take these clothes off me / thier not my own / take this 
mask off me / it's suffocating / that's not my identity / it's 
not the real me / i didn't come from a plastic mold / not a 
cardboard cut out / strip labels off me / it's a false identity / 
take these chains off me / far too restricting / i'm not going to 
be what you expect me to be / i'm searching for true 
individuality / it's easier to be the plastic entity / but i'm 
longing for TRUE, PURE, sanity / murder your misconceptions / i'm 
more than a number / murder your misconceptions / there is 
ANOTHER part to me...
Isolation
chained to a wall / set me free / surrounded by crowds / 
i'll never be / feel so alone / this life of ME / isolated by 
thoughts / a casualty / trends come and go / i REFUSE to be / 
chained to a wall / please set me free / life of greed / insanity 
/ searching for fame / stupidity / material pleasure / a lifeless 
sea / material LOVE / a falsity / now i see / with clarity / only 
ONE path will set me free / isolation is KILLING me / smashing 
the mirror of vanity / smashing the wall of philosophy / then we 
can see the REAL we / so i can see the REAL me / isolation by 
definition / broken glass / CUT the skin / crying (DYING) 
inside...
thirty-second love scene...
the insects existing only to fuck thier brains out.  disease 
pleasure, cheap imposter.  brainless, they fucked themselves 
brainless long ago.  cheap imposter.  does it really matter who 
you fucked in high school and will it really matter who you fuck 
in your car pool?  disease pleasure, cheap imposter.  fuck our 
brains out.
the sky above, sanguineous...
clipping wings clipping wings clipping wings clipping wings did 
you forget your name and place in life?  sick with this fierce 
amnesia.  we've been locked down and we've been caged up and 
we've been elegantly pulling the trigger.  i'm clipping my wings 
so i can fly.  i'm clipping my wings so i can fly.  so i can 
fly.


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