Negative States

by Horrible

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1.
E.W.T.E.E. 01:48
2.
It was a dark and freezing morning when from out of the snow came a woman She muttered something and I could not hear her And then in a moment she disappeared I fill the air with the sound of my fury Misplaced sacrosanct jaundiced and boring And then the girl can’t remember how it ends Her words become viral it’s hard to explain Sydney Briar is Alive Kill the word that’s killing you If you want to survive Just stop understanding and listen to me Kill is blue, kills is wonderful Kill is loving, kill is baby, kill is Monet’s Garden Kill is a beautiful morning Kill is everything that you ever wanted Kill is Kiss Repeat your mantra, speak truth to nonsense Language is dangerous, non sequitur disease Infected words are everywhere, even where they’re not yet The things you say are entangling you The gossip and the pet names and the inane small talk Can’t stand the silence for another day Always gotta have something to say Sydney Briar is Alive You kill the word that’s killing you If you want to survive Just stop understanding and listen to me Kill is blue, kills is wonderful Kill is loving, kill is baby, kill is Monet’s Garden Kill is a beautiful morning Kill is everything that you ever wanted Kill is Kiss
3.
Heydays 02:56
Pierce a hole in a microwave dinner, wish for explosions anyway Turn on a tired tv show, it’s the first other human I’ve seen today So these are the heydays So these are the heydays So these are the heydays that you hear so often about Light streaming through a crack in the curtain It’s 12:45, not the fun one Grease on hair, unfocused stare Living a life without flair So these are the heydays So these are the heydays So these are the heydays that you hear so often about I swear I was just resting my eyes for a minute I swear I’ll do something good for someone today I see the dust on my hat, moss on my soles Lies come... I swear I’ll do more, serve soup for the poor Wasting days away so often they’ve all turned to grey What’s more to say? I swear I was just resting my eyes for a minute I swear I’ll do something good for someone today I see the dust on my hat, moss on my soles Lies come... I swear I’ll do more, serve soup for the poor I swear I swear I swear I swear I swear I swear I swear I swear I swear I swear I swear I swear
4.
It almost starts with a bang! Susan, Susan, I was in an absolute rage Right before The Carrie Nation took the stage She how she gives up her body To the ritual, delicious See how she gives up her body To the ritual, delicious This is my palace of pleasure and vice Come on in, babe, I’ll show you round the dump Everybody here’s available for a price This is my happening And it’s freaking me out This is my happening And it’s freaking me out Deathly dry gin martini Right after a shower The last train to Shangri-La Leaves within the hour
5.
Don’t you wanna be able to say “No matter how bad they get me, At least they didn’t get me As good as we got her”? It’s no big deal, just trying to Restore some dignity to our lives How do you feel? Just watch your back It’s no big deal, so what do you say? Let’s hurt somebody Let’s hurt somebody Let’s hurt somebody Let’s hurt somebody Let’s hurt somebody Let’s hurt them for real They’re all just meat and gristle And hatred, simmering And you’re just bitter from choking On my sour tongue It’s a serpentine road that walk down It’s no big deal, but now you’re shouting out “I’m the good guy!” so tell me, Now that you know: How does it feel? To hurt somebody To hurt somebody To hurt somebody To hurt somebody To hurt them for real For real To hurt somebody To hurt somebody To hurt somebody To hurt somebody To hurt somebody To hurt them for real
6.
Kicked 02:46
Skeletons bleach in your arms But look at how the flowers grow Another footnote in a book that no one reads Who has the time with all the attention your phone needs? People get kicked and learn to like getting kicked Fires get lit but don’t burn what you want You gotta save hope You got a lotta stale hopes But you gotta save hope Loadin up on beans and rice If you had a good month get some spice Another footnote in a book that no one reads Who has the time with all the attention your phone needs? People get kicked and learn to like getting kicked Fires get lit but don’t burn what you want You gotta save hope You got a lotta stale hopes But you gotta save hope
7.
We still got some pretty sharp teeth but we could be decomposing next week I ain’t saying we should burn til we’re toast but maybe we could burn a little faster than most There’s no escaping the reaper, there’s no escaping death There’s no escaping the reaper, there’s no escaping death Scratched pennies to line pockets never gets a person far enough from Jersey I ain’t saying we should burn til we’re toast but maybe we could burn a little faster than most There’s no escaping the reaper, there’s no escaping death There’s no escaping the reaper, there’s no escaping death Bright-eyed child, running towards a future painted with lies Bright-eyed child, running towards a tunnel that’s a wall in disguise If you don’t look down you could tread thin air for miles and miles Heights and bile, bright-eyed smiles, and all the while… There’s no escaping the reaper, there’s no escaping death There’s no escaping the reaper, there’s no escaping death There’s no escaping the reaper, there’s no escaping death There’s no escaping the reaper, there’s no escaping death
8.
He’s got the same face that you Thought you knew But with all these other differences That come between the two He’s very uneasy when others Do it in his stead There’s all these thoughts of autonomy Rifling through his head Oh! Silent Days (Nothing Is Forever) Come Home (Not even trouble) Oh! Silent Days (Nothing Is Forever) Come Home (Not even trouble) Oh! Oh! Oh! Silent Days Oh! Oh! Oh! Silent Days The Times cry for him because They need a shooting star But modesty forbids he take the Praise getting us this far If happiness is a negative state Then he’s got us in the red Known for silence but his words Are what keep us moving ahead Oh! Silent Days (Nothing Is Forever) Come Home (Not even trouble) Oh! Silent Days (Nothing Is Forever) Come Home (Not even trouble) Oh! Oh! Oh! Silent Days Oh! Oh! Oh! Silent Days Oh! Oh! (Nothing Is Forever) Oh! Silent Days (Not even trouble) Oh! Oh! (Nothing Is Forever) Oh! Silent Days (Not even trouble) Oh! Silent Days Oh! Silent Days
9.
Vincent, you belong to a new underclass No longer determined by skin or social status They’ve siphoned the gene pool to filter out defiance Everything’s so simple when discrimination is science As good as any and better than most For a nominal fee You’ll become me They don’t care where you’re from Just how you came out As good as any and better than most Vincent, you can have my life, you can have my body You can have my name, if I can have your dream There’s no genetic code that determines fate If God made it crooked, who are you to make it straight?
10.
Exotica 04:48
Something’s wrong, I don’t have all the answers To the questions of my little girl She goes up to him, I love the way she dances Like they’re the only two that matter in the world I don’t know what it is that makes her seem fragile She’s the only source of strength left in me It goes to show you that, just cause they’re exotic Doesn’t mean they don’t endure extremes Touch her, why don’t you touch her? I say she’s into it, just a little bit We don’t all have the luxury Of deciding what we’ll do for eternity You think you’re bad, baby? Well, you’re bad From the darkside of the two-way glass I Wonder what it is you talk about Cause everybody’s got something deep inside them Just need to find a way to let it out She don’t belong to him, nobody can control her I need to let him know she’s not his So please remember we’re only a dream away Wherever that is You know it soothed me watching her soothe you But after all this time I’m fed up, I’m through, so Touch her, why don’t you touch her I say she’s into it, just a little bit You think you’re bad, baby? Well, you’re bad You know I found her, your little girl that got killed Out in the tall, tall grass and it haunts me still Hard to believe there was a time where it was true That we were just fucked up on late nights and bad food We don’t all have the luxury Of deciding what we’ll do for eternity You think you’re bad, baby? Well, you’re bad.

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released September 5, 2021

Patrick Bond - guitar, vocals, acoustic guitar, slide guitar, organ, synth
Jeff Gonzales - drums, vibraslap, tambourine, cabasa
J Horrible Jr. - lead guitar, 12 string guitar, Moog, Rhodes
Fil Skurski - bass, vocals

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