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Sorry For Your Loss

by Born Low

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1.
Evil Lurks 03:16
Crawl through the dark.  Soul for sale, hope you find yourself.  Beat of the heart.  Lost in shadows, resting on the shelf.  Protect and defend. History in a vacuum.  Bought in to pretend that your fight is for something real. Put to the test, from the head to the breast. In the lions jaw and the vultures nest.  Every voice with a stage, every stage make a stand  The scheduled divide. A million lines in the sand. And we're still waiting for, our feet to find the floor. You want some motherfucker to walk on water. Just think about the future your sons and daughters will live in. Sadistic world, hanging onto the past.  Finger on the trigger, reduce us to ash.   More of the same, the wild are tamed, fear is the mainstream force. Red tie / Blue tie / White lie / Trojan horse
2.
The Motion 02:32
Dark washed the way. (You're) supposed to see the world. Wretch, rot, decay, A cloud to bring the rain. Fielding only pain.  Broken crown.  You speak the loudest.  Hear no sound.  All the wasted space is gone.  Yield to nothing.  Before long, lost in the motion.  Broken crown.  You speak the loudest. Hear no sound, lost the motion. Expose the martyr. Forced to guess the aim, we all sweat the same. Standing never harder.  Bleeding out to me. We're running out of time. People and their patience. Something's gonna break. Where will it take us? Manufacture the martyr. Guessing game on who you want her to be. Standing never became harder. Bleeding out to me.  We’ve been lost in a dead end dream.    Bought the bold display. Misadjust the trust, expose the raw disgust.  Standing in the way.  The scales emptied out.  Feeding only doubt.
3.
Hard to sign up, sign up for this shit. Protecting your feelings. Protecting your self-esteem.  Losing your shit, throw your fist to exist. Bow in the presence.  Resist the itch, fight the urge. Lessons learned.  Too hard to wait your fucking turn.  Fall in line. War in real time. Fanning the flames, neighbor estranged.  Instigate, separate...divided. Cutting your teeth, make enemies.  Feel the blitz from a widened world view.  Who the fuck can I turn to? The music to their ears is playing on your fears.  Who the fuck can I turn to? No Sense, sitting on the fence.  No penance, for the lines crossed. Fanning the flames, neighbor estranged.   Instigate, separate...divided. Crossing the line, bring the demise.  War in real time.  Feel the heart burn.  Nowhere to learn, Inward I turn.  I’m turning away. Kicked out. 
4.
Feeling your grip...shake, shift, slip. Stepping on backs, stick to the plan. Toeing the line...push, pull, spit. Nothing but hacks, destined to pass. You've got a sick, sad way of looking past your reflection. When the nature is to preserve. Do the changing winds incite response of regression? Gotta get what you deserve. Feeling your grip...shake, shift, slip. Stepping on backs, stick to the plan. Toeing the line...push, pull, spit. Nothing but hacks, but they’ll never last. The money is king, they pile it up. Pocket to purse, not to disrupt. Beyond fed, put you to bed, cold hands clutch, better off dead. Your turn to burn Test my spirit, try to break my strides. So this is what it feels like when planets collide? Point the finger, pass the torch, shift the blame. Never mattered on an uneven plane.
5.
Numb To Feel 03:10
White noise, black dots, lost cause, pick your spots. Pissing contest, guilty conscience. Center stage, title page.  (Stripped you bare, run you raw) The thread is weak, holding your pack. The thread is taught, strung straight across your back.  Can't weigh down what's lighter than the weight. Without a broken mold, no spot to relate.  Turned the track, spun straight off course Flush you out, lost, no remorse.  You had no remorse Oil burns poured into the pool, you're a fool. White noise, black dots. Break you down, open sore, doesn't matter anymore.  Hollow shell, can't relate, paradox to set you straight. Straight below, watch you fall, the shortest rat standing tall. Can't conceive, close the deal, pulling back, numb to feel. 
6.
Vagabond 03:07
Torn from the womb. Thrust into life.  Cheating the game, chasing the flames. Hiding from true inner sight.  In the streets, dosed, left, to the night. You are their dog, dog in the fight.  They feed, your need, fit into the mold.  Losing your place, passing through (living in) shrinking space.  Flashback to conversations you had with yourself. Thinking maybe you should fold on the hand your dealt. What's the fallout? What will they say? From your demons, can't walk away.  You gotta a price to pay.  (Maybe another day)   Choice to fold.   (World too damn cold) Dig, deep, down. Straight through your soul.  Fear instilled, empty shell.   Take a taste, biting cold.    Breathe life into a barren mind. You're just a mortal man running short on time.   You’re just a mortal man.
7.
Steady Drain 02:29
Stuck in a tailspin, times forever change. None to trust, disgust. Our world's not the same.  Widen the gap, breaking your back. Built on the cost of your disposable soul. Spit you out one time. Trapped in a fire storm, times stay the same. Ash to ash, then dust. The love, steady drain. Widen the gap, breaking my back. Built on the cost of my disposable soul. Spit you out one time.  I spit you out two times. Caught in the grind.   Spewed from your mouths, undesired taste.  Acidic agenda. Set to ruin the pace. Body the weight. Invite the pain .  For It can make you wise or drive you insane.  Spit you out one time.  I spit you out two times.  Widen the gap, breaking my back. Built on the cost of your disposable..
8.
As a river, like a vein. Forever moving like a ten ton freight train.  Never losing flow, you can hear the sound. Temper flares, lost in the underground. Could you let me, would you bet me? Just looking to ease up, slow down.  Will it test me, will it wreck me? Sometimes I wish it would. Yea, I wish it could. I'm afraid I've said just a little too much.  So it goes, another time.  Only feeling alive when I'm losing my mind. I can tell you again, like I told you before,  I need not you, try not to be so sore.  You can see I'm poisoning my life. Than you agree: it's discard, destroy. As a trigger, spark the brain. The firing pin set free, only myself to blame. Never losing steam, I'll see you in my dreams. This savage game, never what it seems. It goes on again, just another round, gonna run it raw, until i’m in the ground.    I can't show, how to grow. Hand on the wheel, catching the feel, (Feeling your grip...shake, shift, slip) shoot from the hip, waiting to slip.
9.
Burning Maze 02:14
Clouded in anger, left out by the cold. The old frustrations come swelling back. Hateful and bold. Deceiver. Conditioned to survive. Believer, corroded, the next in line.  Days running shorter. Still stuck in the haze. Delusions paint no path to walk. We are locked down in this burning maze. Suffer the silence, measure the loss. The smoking gun, bang like a drum.  The chapters closed, cover the cost. Deceiver. Conditioned to survive. Believer, corroded, the next in line.  Days running shorter, still stuck in the haze. Delusions paint no path to walk. We are locked down in this burning maze but, I wont catch a fade on my name.  I'm digging my way out. And if a hole remains, where I stand in the dirt, you can fill it with your bullshit clout. You feel the fade from the inside out. There's No passing in the slow ride lane.  Far too long, feel it building slow.  Check the tape, can't relate, what you think you know.   Can't tame me
10.
King Again 03:33
Another stolen step, another wasted name.  Won't be mine. I'm on the hunt for inner peace in a troubled time. Everywhere I turn, people feel the burn. Climbing to the top, gotta wait your turn. Drink in the pain. Devour the thoughts keeping you in chains.  Confusion stains. (All I see) Test my will. (I won't be) Paralyzed by the bullshit game. To stay on top you gotta keep your head. The hardened heart consumes the lies that it's been fed.  Press on to the higher plane. Gotta suffer gotta struggle sometime. Take it all stride. The body heals faster than the scars of the mind.  it feels too hard, i know it’s much too hard. It's much too hard to brace a fall from grace.  I cleanse my soul, a vice too bold. The dice will roll and from my life the fear replaced.  No fear, no shame, no empty space. 

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released April 20, 2018

Recorded & Mixed by Jason Bourdeau at drift-productions
Mastered by Alan Douches at West West Side

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