BAPTISTS LYRICS

1. Betterment

Accomplishments
Are not things I've done
It prevents
What could become
Betterment, but instead I plunge
To the site regret has dug

Betterment

2. Think Tank Breed

They multiplied
From a seed
Deeply sowed
By office'd beings
Blossoming
Gradually
Into their
Moulded dream

Think tank breed

Bastardized
And whittled down
By focus groups'
Empty hounds
Becoming what
Those who sit
At round tables
Fucking wished

Think tank breed

Casted by avarice
Forged by greed
Shit out on office desks
Empty

3. Bullets

Wire taps
To neural finds
Bridging gaps
To his mind
Knowledge quests
Sourced by ghosts
Keyboards scrolled
From the host

He's esoteric, he's abstruse,
He's enigmatic and aloof

His filtered feelings stay in his head
He can hear them breathing
He won't shed

He can hear them breathing in his head
He can feel their hold

A bullet for your thoughts, my friend
And pennies for your brain

Can't get it out
He's not bleeding

4. In Droves

Rider
Taker
Faker
You aren't alone
Basker
Shapeshifter
Masker
Duplicate drones
Copy
Paste
Repeat
One of them now
Steal it
Match
Their beat
Accepted in droves

In droves

5. Still Melt

The ride stops
I get out
It's cold walls now
And a drought
Blow out a candle
And inhale
I get high from it
I get born
I tape feathers
To my bones
I can fly now
More like float
Catch custs of wind, kid it helps
My feet scraping
Evergreens
Your fingers breaking
Reaching the sky
Smoke more candle
And catch drifts
Guided by currents
In the air

And I feel like I am done

I'm all warm now
No thoughts
Swimming in the rain
Falling like death

6. Mortarhead

Bullshit lies
Breaking skin
Homemade bombs
Blasting us thin
Terror threats
Made by friends
Mental debts
For retailed trends

I don't care what you fucking say
Won't lose my time over this
Won't lift your veil of dirt
Will forget your / you exist

Graves dug with your tongue
Missiles shot from your lips
Mortars as molars and spit
Watching me drink every sip
Counting the hits from my fist
Vise-grips on vices and slips

Volcanic ash, it lines your gums
You spew it out, it silhouettes where we have stood
A hollow shell is all that's left
The charred remains of what we will never have

7. Crutching Trails

Weak core obsessions
Life skills are nulled
Directed by faceless
Your path is foretold

If you are okay crutching rails mad by faith
I'll be okay stomping my own

You're asked for your earnings
To be continually blessed
These funds are not helping
Just building their nest
Your kneecaps are yours
Your morals aren't yours
A slave who prays
To do his own chores

If you are okay crutching trails made by faith
I'll be okay stomping my own

Burning my own

8. Bushcraft

Machetes chop
Wool catches dew
Knives sharpened
On stones
Dirty palms
Cup streams to lips
Smoke scented
Tools

I want to practice bushcraft
And leave this shit behind
I want to practice bushcraft
And leave this fucking shit

Fuck your city planning
You clones are too demanding
Your hopes are set as high
As these yuppies' fucking homes

I'll fall trees for shelter
Eat foraged food forever
And sleep next to fires
And breathe the open air

9. Soiled Roots

When you glare through your eyelids
When you scream through your teeth
When you plunge from your island
Don't forget to breathe
When you bleed through your armour
When you cough out disease
Overcome your disorder medicate your defeat
When you trip on your souls
When you reek of deceased
Don't protect your odor
Wring you towel out on me
When you punch out your problems
Then you vent with your feet
Fill my ears with your torment
Then run from peace

Your eyes fill the fucking roots that
Suck up the time that I will never live

Your roots soak up my fun

10. Russian Spirits

I will be held responsible
For things I've done
Cause it's my fault
I'll take the blame
And swallow tides
Of guilt and pain
Cause it won't stop

My life of mistakes and faults
Will be refreshed
Once I have learned to stop

11. Abandon

He don't feel it
When he bleeds
He still wants to
But just sees

What flows from his arms
It's left for me

And his problems
They're not his
And my problems
They're not his

No solace
No needs

But what was once intact
An internal shield
Set to deflect
His darkened deals
Has now become
A flooding gate

To intake
Void's embrace
Chaos plagues
Impulse praise

He wants cold and
He wants pain

In the eyes of his father
He is a martyr
In the mind of his mother
He is a struggle

He wants cold





BAPTISTS LYRICS