Jam Room Demo

by Discourage

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00:49
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02:32
3.
01:47
4.
01:13
5.
01:18
6.
02:24
7.
01:51

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released 30 July 2013

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Track Name: Six
I woke up today, scathed
State of the world, nothing has changed
Eyes lifted like weights, ashamed
of a lingering pain, a vision of sorrow
When every fucking tomorrow
is the rotting remains of a stillborn yesterday
Track Name: Two
What have we become?
Stagnation has become our binding force.
Staring at the sun,
Waiting for fires to start themselves.
Facing what we've done, turning this world's despair against ourselves.
Exchanging the dollars that we vilify
For momentary numbness, and false peace of mind.
This is the fucking sum
Of the efforts and words of the few that cared
We see nothing but words on record sleeves
Herding ourselves to the guillotine
Without question, Without protest
Gazing skyward as we're robbed blind
Without question, without protest
Herding ourselves to the guillotine

If the eight-hour-day makes us truly content, and there's nothing to unite, subvert or circumvent;
If our lives amount to dollars that we carelessly spend;
Then, surely, we face our imminent end.

If giving a fuck was just part of a phase,
Then, so too, is your apathy.
Serving self-interest with the title of friend,
A community you lean on but never defend

You may have turned your back on all you've built,
But behind words of scorn lies the heart of your guilt
Will your smug satisfaction still be around
When those you've discouraged are but soil in the ground?
Track Name: Nine
How do the problems of one outweigh thouse of the world?
Is it so hard to care, yet so hard to give up on yourself?
Or just easy to project your disgust?

Speak for yourself.

Maybe you're just fucking weak, but you are the reason your life is disgusting.
So don't include me in your copout misanthropy.

Speak for yourself.

Say what you will on the nature of humans,
but actions speak louder than words.

Speak for yourself.
Track Name: Four
a portion of the proceeds to benefit your cause
you act as if you give a shit then ask us for applause

a portion of the proceeds to fund an organization
keeping sponsors happy with friendly masturbation

a portion of the proceeds to pay celebrities
to show their face and fake a speech and speak of a disease

a portion of the proceeds to pay the C.E.O.
who uses half the profit to fill his nose with coke

who really stands to benefit once everyone is paid?
as fools were sold an image of the difference they made
you can fall asleep tonight but somewhere children scream
as third world nightmares fund american dreams

a portion of the proceeds will help no one in need
and serves to exemplify the case of human greed

a portion of the bullshit to keep the dumb in line
the lies are built to satisfy the ego of mankind

a portion of the proceeds is never what it seems
they'll recreate the end of it to justify the means

a portion of the bullshit to satisfy the urge
the sour taste will pass as the guilt has been purged

who really stands to benefit once everyone is paid?
as fools were sold an image of the difference they made
you can fall asleep tonight but somewhere children scream
as third world nightmares fund american dreams
Track Name: Three
overprivileged idiots, undeserving swine
some choose to scream while others choose to whine
some will ride the fence until they fall on either side
some will wait for someone else to push them to decide

who runs your life, who runs mine?
who moves the board with the pieces of twine?
told you when and where and how until you got sick
didn't tell you why cause they're all full of shit

underprivileged people, a lack of equal rights
some dare to dream while others forced to die
mothers held their babies, looked them in the eye
told them of this world of shit and watched their babies cry

who runs your life, who runs mine?
who makes us dance at the end of the line?
told you when and where and how until you got sick
didn't tell you why cause they're all full of shit

i trusted in people
they killed my trust
then filled the void
with pure disgust
Track Name: Ten
If all we are is what we've done
Then even for those I love, I can't say much.
Others voices shape desires
Our vices accumulate years of wasted time.
Is there really a destined path?
Or is it meant that we are always lost?

To a community in shambles,
What is your excuse?
You're the product of a doctrine whose exemptions you've abused.
It's not an indiscriminate, all-inclusive liberal commune, it's autonomy.
It comes from self-awareness, not volume.
When your false conception of unity outsourced effort to the group "strength in numbers" only served to fucking carry you.
You could've just admitted in the end you'd pick and choose.

Five severed fingers do not make a hand.
Insurrection isn't meant for the world to understand.
Revolution isn't palatable, it's blatantly complicit.
You won't get an apology if you find that dismissive
Your picket is a clumsy stampede of self-interest.
While the wolves stalk their prey from concealment of the thickets.