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Things Will Never Get Better

by Flesh Rodeo

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1.
Sarcophagus 08:18
Pigs on the oil rigs Cunts in debauchery pants Filth on our petrified grid cities we built not to hurt, on a huge pile of dirt We are the shadow siamesed fashion devotchkas We are the starlight people of loneliness towers This is our land where we eat and we drink and we shit and we stand just like Pigs Cunts We have bulletproof glass on our sarcophagus, scheming in confined hell with amphetamines cocktail We will get what you deserve robbing all the banks’ reserve Keep you, poor men, down keep you hanging on the ground We're Pigs promoting war Cunts Kalashnikov Flowers Porn Murder We’re politicians, our truth values more dollars than the commons' We are pharaohs inside mountains of gold and diamonds We exist so you worship us We offend so you worship us We despise so you worship us We pretend so you worship us We exist so you worship us We command so you worship us We control so you worship us so you worship us, so you worship us We exist so you worship us We’re just like Pigs on the wings Cunts playing rants Freaks economics Pigs, do the devil’s tricks we’re just like pigs we’re just like pigs
2.
I’m a shadow of a man I found in the mirror pieces on the ground. All I’m not, all that I could have been barks invisible in dull reality I won’t be there when my dreams will fall apart I won’t be there when I’ll hit this empty heart Like a ghost, I have no presence, nobody cares, nobody listens to me I am a whore and I lurk for one life, wasted fueled with hatred I am worn out like a drifter of old kind I am wiped out, I leave no a trace behind. When I’ll fall, I won’t get up at all, I won’t be clutching the last straw I am a whore Fucked by it all I cut my tongue I hear no sound My eyes go blind My heart runs dry My body’s old My soul’s cold I always fear to disappear
3.
One man’s coffin is one man’s treasure one man’s sorrow is another man’s pleasure one man’s killing in the name of righteous faith one man’s dying for a freedom state and then, one day, we fail again We fail Close your eyes so I can see quite clear our lives reduced to mortal furniture We’re stuck in middle ground of self-concealing perhaps we’re only idle sentient beings and then, one day, we fail again We fail to interfere to own our fear to elevate to be the ones to lead our way Close your eyes, I can see army-built democracy Bow your head, they’ll pretend all them wars will never end Close your eyes, I can see rabbit-hole security Shut your mouth, we can start something that will fall apart Close your eyes Shut your mouth Bow your head just another sheep on the assembly line in the slaughterhouse, motionless, eyes fixed on the bright display, add to the cart, hashtag, kill your senses, know nothing of your wasted pathetic little life We fail Fuck the wars we never end
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5.
The statues of no symmetry collapse in autocracy we ate our gods Iconic supermarket shelves turn consumers into slaves we ate our gods Decriminalized genocides play ok compromise we ate our gods No satellites no aim no psalm No safety suicide bomb we ate our gods ..and suddenly the world is free from you and me from everything lame everything the same everything raw all to go, all to go K-ching the dirty money flows to build-up gulag walls we ate our gods The economy of death drones click buy item to succumb we ate our gods The Salo way of treachery oils this machinery we ate our gods No Armalites no law no spree Refugee/ enemy we ate our gods We ate our gods ..and suddenly the world is free from you and me (from) everything low everything slow everything tame all to blame Cold nights, bright lights in a shit hole Cold signs, sand lines on a burning soul Breathe slowly for a while the thicker air Load the rage in time to choose a side Alchemy of empathy plays an error Algorithm of casualties prolongs the war Clean cuts, clean cuts, clean cuts, like surgery Clean cuts, clean cuts, clean cuts where are the prophets, where are the martyrs? the salt sea drank me and other refugees They say that you wanna kill laugher with prayers they say that you wanna burn flags they say that you wanna steal occupied deserts they say that you wanna freedom with force They say that you wanna keep calm under the dome say that you wanna reclaim past glory they say that you wanna weaponize poor nations say that you wanna rewrite history They say you wanna end all wars, but truth is you cannot stop They say you wanna rebuild life here, but all you do is deconstruct All your weapons, all your ammo, when gone, you buy more Cold blood, spilled blood, justified Cold shore of distant world moonshined Clean cuts, clean cuts, clean cuts, like surgery Clean cuts, clean cuts, clean cuts You don’t know the pain of being bombed everyday
6.
I don’t care for absolution or intelligent design, same old curfews’ retribution come round stalking at my mind gather your thoughts, fill with them holes gather your clothes, fill with them your naked bones the spit, the swallow the slit, the sorrow the end tomorrow the grim mascara all apocryphal Soon we are raised to suddenly praise same narrow books give you the spooks upon the fragile, the deaf and the blind the angels lurk, demons lurk, gods lurk from above the hate, the anger the true believer all apocryphal all apocryphal the slit, the sorrow we die tomorrow not know how it is not know how it feels and you lie to yourself
7.
Silence 02:05
Welcome to the waste, to the water-less hole there’s an empty grave for all leftover flesh rodeos The silence will lead us to reason
8.
Mestaclocan 04:40
Wakey, wakey rise and shine been asleep for a long, long time have a new and smiley face for you to buy and to embrace I robbed you in capitalism Starved you in cold communism Strangled you with a Klan tie Once again swallow my lies Print me on your mighty dollars share me on your social collars crown me your democracy follow me blind, follow me blind, follow me but it’s all gone, it’s all gone away like a senseless drone, it’s all gone, gone away you’ve been blinded, it’s all gone away Bitches, bitches come my way for miracles I perform today I’ll sell your Mecca, your Babel tower your Jesus, your Buddha, your desert flower You forgot you revolutionized forgot you made me run and hide you forgot you’ve been collectivized now once again swallow my lies So, print me on your lousy t-shirts feed me on your fears to get hurt crown me meritocracy Follow me blind, follow me blind, follow me but it’s all gone, it’s all gone away like a desert storm, it’s all gone away never going home, it’s all gone away you’ve been blinded, it’s all gone away
9.
Night Terror 08:09
There’s a thing I vomit through my mouth with metal claws designed to rip me out dark as a coal, calm as to hypnotize it slowly grows into my head tonight These are the walls that soon collide these are the fears that stay untied if I’m awake and cannot scream is it a dream within a dream? (Unleash the rage) We only survive in the real world, salvation dismantles the sky above There’s a beast I swallowed in my lungs saliva oil with blood to bring me down These are the times I hate me being alive but I’m too scared of being dead and dry (Unleash the rage) We only survive in the real world, the answer to our prayers will end the endless pain It’s how I am, how I feel how I run inside the wheel it’s how I start, how I end how I keep my eyes open so bring the pain, the noise, the poke bring the guns, the knives, the rope collision and falling down illusion of a steady ground reality
10.
For those I loved but could not hold for those I wronged on staying home like a leaf, like a hum, like a feather in the air left behind for a while, for one day we’ll meet again we’ll meet again
11.
Jackals 12:10
This is where jackals roam new predator, scavengers of our soul this is where hunger leads on empty streets with empty hearses passing by all the time I’ve been lied by paper clerks who want us to abide this is the land of fraud its rabid eyes exorcise the killing spree Behold! the jackals approach Marching silently Locked on my mortal remains Tear me patiently the silence will lead us to reason Just when we walk to the edge of the world We are what we are With no sheep clothes all naked to the bones We take what we crave In locusts’ hordes, the blacken skies we float We are what we are what we are what we are This is our stealth design our stomach mind to snatch your shadow Each thirty night we feed on tears and fears, on your frozen sleep We ditch your leftovers in some dead end joint, burnt down So welcome home, you fucker don’t look, don’t speak, let us collect your dreams Behold! the jackals approach We strike as animal drones Feed us your carnal disgrace Feed us your emptiness (My eyes see but I'm numb trash Their jaws are knives to my flesh) The silence will lead us to reason Turn to ash, turn to dust to something that won't last Turn around Turn to weed, turn to snow to something that won't grow Turn around Turn to earth, turn to sky Turn to something that will die Turn around We are what we are we take what we came for We are what we are we take what we came for We are what we are We slay what we aim for We are what we are we lynch what we crave for We are what we are we kill what we love we kill what we love we’re just like pigs

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released March 21, 2017

Flesh Rodeo are

Alex Zamfir: guitars
Andrei Bratu: guitars, backing vocals
Bogdan Horodnic: drums
Radu Ursoiu: vocals, soundscapes
Adrian Iosif: bass

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Marius Costache: soundscapes
Maria Ana: backing vocals

Music by Flesh Rodeo
Lyrics and artwork by Radu Ursoiu
Scream words by Andrei Bratu

Recorded, mixed and mastered at Studio 148 by Marius Costache

Produced by Marius Costache with Flesh Rodeo

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