1. |
Hammerhead
03:31
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We pledge allegiance to false flags
Body shaming body bags
Iron rusts on the curtain
All glory to the motherland
It’s clear the hammerhead
Sees us all as nails
No sense in this obsession
A wounded animal
Hot and bothered
Saints and martyrs
Common criminals
Hand stuck in the honeypot
Novichuk, kalishnikovs
Put these seeds in your pockets
So flowers bloom where you perish
It’s clear the hammerhead
Sees us all as nails
Raise a glass, it’s time to toast
With Molotov cocktails
No sense in this obsession
A wounded animal
Hot and bothered
Saints and martyrs
Common criminals
Circling vultures
Cancel cultures
For my friends
Anything
For my enemies
The law
Ash bin
Of history
Turn is
To was
In these trying times snitches get riches, baby
No sense in this obsession
A wounded animal
Hot and bothered
Saints and martyrs
Common criminals
For my friends
Anything
For my enemies
The law
Ash bin
Of history
Turn is
To was
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2. |
Absurdity / Atrocity
05:53
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A conclusion in search of evidence
A solution looking for problems
A vivid memory of something never seen
A difference without distinction
You’ve fallen so behind
You think you’re in first
When you don’t have a spine
It’s easy to bend backwards
Getting high on your own supply
What a time to be alive, my friend
The top of my lungs, the end of my nerves
I hope this finds you well
Easy to satisfy and quick to forget
You can’t unring this bell
At the end of the day
Commit new sins in modern ways
It remains to be seen
If your ways match your means
Angels dance on the heads of pins
With abundance of caution
Drowning in dopamines
Can’t help from
Getting high on your own supply
What a time to be alive, my friend
Saying the quiet part out loud
You’re foaming at the mouth again
If you can believe in absurdities
Then you can commit these atrocities
Saying the quiet part out loud
Getting high on your own supply
What a time to be alive, my friend
Saying the quiet part out loud
You’re foaming at the mouth again
Believe the myth of your importance
Wear your crown of bullets
Battle lines are drawn
I’d believe you but then we’d both be wrong
If you can believe in absurdities
Then you can commit these atrocities
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3. |
Daisy
01:18
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4. |
Nervous System
04:32
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I’m the rich I am the poor
I’m not what you bargained for
I’m the virus I’m the cure
I’m bloodlust
I’m corrupted I am pure
I’m the brute at your front door
I’m the cause worth dying for
I’m love and trust
Wearing the crown
Wearing me out
Wary of you
A war of attrition
And we blotted out the sun
Shaking nervous system
Never bothered anyone
Nervous system
Is this progress? Is this pain?
Is this really happening?
Is anyone listening?
To hearts and minds
Are we mortal? Are we gods?
Famously anonymous
Awfully good, an awful lot
Weaponized
Wearing the crown
Wearing me out
Wary of you
Where are we now?
Wearing the crown
Wearing me out
Wary of you
A war of attrition
And we blotted out the sun
Shaking nervous system
Never bothered anyone
This foregone conclusion
Nervous system
Foregone conclusion
Vulgar people
Thread this needle
Nervous system
Nervous system
A war of attrition
And we blotted out the sun
Shaking nervous system
Never bothered anyone
This foregone conclusion
I'm the brutes at your front door
I’m the cause worth dying for
I'm the brutes at your front door
I’m the cause worth dying for
I'm the brutes at your front door
I’m the cause worth dying for
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5. |
Gaslight
04:36
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Exploit my dreams
Feast on my fears
My family’s shame
Bathe in my tears
It’s so typical
It’s so cliche
A tearjerker
A gifted grifter
Second guessed
Cursed and blessed
And I struggle
To see I’m gullible
Face the consequence
A weak defense
It’s a thrill to be
So vulnerable
Please please bleed me dry
Under the glow of your gaslight
I’m tired (I’m tired)
I’m broke (I’m broke)
I’m sorry (I’m sorry)
I misspoke (I misspoke)
Needlessly cruel
Needless to say
A mouth full of scripture
And a heart full of hate
A gifted grifter
Second guessed
Cursed and blessed
And I struggle
To see I’m gullible
Face the consequence
A weak defense
It’s a miracle
To be here at all
Please please bleed me dry
Under the glow of your gaslight
So fill my cup, or cut me off
I’ve had too much, but not enough
I’m tired
I’m broke
I’m sorry
I misspoke
I tried
I swear
I couldn’t help
I couldn’t help myself
I’m tired
I’m broke
I’m sorry
I misspoke
I tried
I swear
I couldn’t help
I couldn’t help myself
I’m tired
I’m broke
I’m sorry
I misspoke
I tried
I swear
I couldn’t help
I couldn’t help myself
Please please bleed me dry
Under the glow of your gaslight
So fill my cup, or cut me off
I’ve had enough
I’ve had enough
I’ve had enough
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Arc Angles Los Angeles, California
Los Angeles post-hardcore with mathy/spacey/noisy tendencies
New EP "Daisy"
1/1/23
For fans of: At The Drive-In, Thrice, Fugazi, Baroness, Cave In, Drive Like Jehu, Russian Circles, Deftones, Metz, The Mars Volta, Touche Amore, Shiner, Quicksand, Refused, Circa Survive, Failure, Glassjaw, Converge, Brutus, Idles
Post-hardcore, Space rock, Indie Rock, Punk, Hard Rock, Post Rock, Metal, Math Rock
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