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Lines in the Sand

by Coke Bust

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1.
A drug lord removed A constricted supply The prices will soar But people need to get high The incentive increases So another steps up Everyone loses And the fight is corrupt Killing each other Sanctions for a civil war Under the streetlights Victims at mercy of the courts Under the streetlights The freest market Our economy knows Takes a toll on its people And the bullet holes show Job for the cops Profits for the prison A big fucking circle And they just will not listen You’ve created a market You’ve done it yourself You call the shots That ring in the night So I pledge my allegiance And gaze at the flag Liberty and justice For bodies in bags? Who are they kidding? They know they can’t win Continued oppression Again and again
2.
Taken such a strong, hard stance Adopted values you can’t maintain A self-congratulatory pat on the back You put a tally next to your name Avoid those who challenge you Stick in your pack, observe from afar Trivialize the other side Build your straw-man on who you rely Change the subject, pick your crowd Advance yourself and shift the blame You’re unchecked, march unquestioned An army of cowards and you’re all the same Bullshit Copout And what else should I expect?
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New Blood 00:50
You’re out of touch, you’ve come and you’ve gone You boss them around, it’s time to move on Say what they want, do what they feel A tear in the flesh, the new blood has spilled “They never paid their fucking dues” Reject them and they’ll turn on you No respect for your rules or your ways They don’t want a speech, don’t need your praise Another new kid, a link in the chain You’re getting older and things aren’t the same New blood, you must accept New blood, in your veins New blood, no remorse New blood, new brains
5.
White Island 00:50
Homogonized, sanitized Live together, play together, Work together, sleep together It’s like you’re in a fucking cult A microcosm of the world you avoid I don’t buy your tolerance Theorized benevolence The surrounding community of where you live Barely even sees your face You’re living on an island while we regress As you segregate An incestuous circle completely sanitized Homogenized.
6.
I’m dying as I forge head-first into this suicide I struggle to justify the days inside my mind Another week in this life, another month of hell Circled by vultures before I bid farewell It’s getting worse- I got out of bed for this? Chasing after all the wrong things That I will never find Hold my breath, blow the candles, And I make a wish To quietly ease my way out And put an end to this I take a look at my life and everyone I see I’m just passing the time, this world is shit to me I take a look in the mirror, and there’s no one there A surrendered face and an empty stare A fucking empty stare
7.
Your Hold 00:53
Running circles, shaking and squirming Barely enduring But I’ll break free of your hold Holding me back, holding me down Barely enduring But I’ll break free of your hold By myself I’ll break free of your hold This mental anguish and inner struggle Can’t be added up or quantified You can keep your apologies, Keep your severance All I want is a fucking fight Tied my fists, you’ve covered my moth Held me down and shut me up Something’s snapped, a part of me has died I’m out of patience and I’ve had enough Bruise-ridden bloodshot, damaged But I’ll break free of your hold. New wind, final stand Break free of your hold
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Spit Out 01:31
I’ve seen the look on his face When he walks through the door Burnt and tired, uninspired And he can’t take any more Feed the hand that fucking bites Setting these goals, making these plans Closer to a life that I despise Choke my life, grip my time My future blurs into my demise My future’s a window that’s just begging for a brick Reject this life- I don’t want this fucking shit.
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Getting tired of breaking my back I’m easily appeased and quick to submit Why should I explain myself to people Who just don’t give a shit? You crossed me, you’re an enemy It’s over, we’re fucking through Landlocked, but I’ve accepted this My shrinking box is where I reside This is my fucking territory Now get the fuck back on your side Lines all around me Accept my fate, divide this land Draw the lines in the sand
10.
Sign the check, note what you’ve spent Stretch your leg and slide a foot in the door Terms and conditions, an economic mission Invading other countries without declaring a war In our pocket, a slave to democracy Kept on their knees, a slave to democracy Compounding interest only gets worse Country starving while driven into debt They fucking owe us so no we own them They know who we are and we never forget You’ve made them weak- your slaves Kept in debt- slaves No way out for your slaves
11.
Moving around while you left your guard down Like a slithering snake in the grass Shifting your eyes, spitting out lies I should have known better than that Leave me behind You’re lying, you’re thriving, status fucking climbing Surpass me, whore me, go on and ignore me I don’t want a part of this life I’ll gladly opt to to lose your race I refuse and want no part I’ll live my life at at different pace You’re dirty, you’re filthy For a raise you’d fucking kill me Deceiving, disgusting, always moving and readjusting If that’s what it takes to get ahead… Leave me behind
12.
Eye to eye, neck to neck: social standing Dog eat dog, tug of war: status ranking I can see it in your eyes and I feel your desperation I can smell it on your breath and I see you salivating No one to impress Just like the man with a suit and a tie You’re getting a head and living a lie You travel in packs, just the rats and For any price you’d be stabbed in the back Do the right thing, act the right way, Keep everyone happy and watch what you say I live my life with no one to impress.
13.
Division 01:01
Keep your feel-good rhetoric Because I’ll never support your unity Differences exist and they’re very fucking clear to me How dare you chastise me for identifying with this label Let’s quit the fucking games and let’s just call it as it is I’m confident with my decision so just shut the fuck up It’s already been made so we’ll call it as it is I am who I am and I refuse to concede Maybe these dividing lines are just what we need.
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Patriot 00:50
I am not a movie star, I am not a patriot I’m not in the public eye; I want nothing to do with it Freedom and liberty are sounding more like a lie to me No respect for your rights or your privacy Get out of my fucking life Make my bed and tuck me in Hope I have the American dream Have somebody in a fucking suit Watch me while I fall asleep I am not a patriot I want nothing to do with it
15.
Circling the ring, fighting myself Throwing the blows as I fuel my rebel Close my eyes, rest my head Grip my fists and hope I forget Convincing myself of the things I need Based on my peers and the things I see Trapped in my cell, I just can’t forgive I didn’t chose this, I’m forced to live Forced to live.
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I see you dying for respect Your insecurities are screaming I invert everything you say to me I can see right through it Your shallow mask is growing old I’ll judge you by your actions and ignore the rest You didn't think I’d call your bluff You thought you had me tricked I can read you like a book You’re so easy to predict Enough, I have had enough.
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Raised in a home with constant violence Intimidating threats that ensure silence He wants to tell but doesn’t know who His future’s bleak, black, and blue Trapped in a cycle of violence He’s a mirror of his father’s life Now he beats his kids and beats his wife The cops get called and he gets pissed His blood’s been boiling all night in jail There’s no excuse for this Youth without a chance Running red in the family Running blood fucking red Trapped in a cycle of violence

about

We started writing these songs directly after the "Fuck Bar Culture" EP came out in 2007. In the process, we would write a bunch of songs and then cut the ones we weren't feeling any more. Some of the songs are a bit "harder" than the ones on the last 7", but we didn't plan for that to happen. The faster songs kind of make the last 7" look slow. It really helped that we demo'd these songs for the Cycle of Violence tape because it broke up the song writing and allowed us to sit down and change a few things on those songs, and get a feel for how we wanted them to be recorded. Just before we recorded this we spent as much time as we could practicing a lot and getting it super tight.
These songs were all actually recorded for the most part in a pretty short amount of time, considering the fact that it is 17 songs. The whole thing would have been recorded in 3 days if I hadn't blown my voice with 5 songs to go. Thus, we had to come back a few days later and knock it out + gang vocals. Recording with Joe Mitra was once again a very pleasant experience as he kept us on top of our game, sounding good, and keeping us laughing the whole time too. With this record we were able to fine tune the recording elements that we weren't keen on with the 7". Joe was incredibly receptive to this and gave us an end product that we couldn't have been happier with.


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released June 1, 2009

Nicktape - Vocals
Jeremy Evans - Guitar
Jubert - Bass
Chris Moore - Drums

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