judgements

by PROTESTANT

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1.
revenge 03:54
REVENGE if you'd just wipe off that smirk and just look away. wring your filthy hands. line your pockets as long as you can the cracks will come and lines will be drawn. CH this is what you get this is how you pay this is what you get you and yours... dead. the people you know will wash up on shores you can name there's no place to hide in this sort of blame guilt pours down like a sheet, lies unravel, lying in wait. CH this is what you get this is how you pay this is what you get you and yours... dead. doors and eyes will close favors, fortune dry up. the same means to an end that put you and the rest of us here. i hope you drown and i hope your children are found told, made to watch while they drag you out. wrap you in plastic and take you away.
2.
covered 02:35
COVERED a cheap excuse copout and fall back first world problems soft hand decisions pillowed and padded sheltered and coddled well clothed. well read. entitled. entrusted. well fed. covered. ch: this excess looks young, lost and dumb. nary a care or a capful of smarts passing out and passing on. a life of chance gift and advances kept safe out of harms way charitable and mobile cherished and able well clothed. well read. entitled. entrusted. well fed. covered. ch: this excess looks young, lost and dumb. nary a care or a capful of smarts passing out and passing on. turn up your nose leave your luxury to rot get eaten alive outside your locks and gates your complaints and cares worries and wares rich folk trifles i cant bear or hear
3.
endurance 02:54
ENDURANCE barely breathing and bandaged up how our hearts keep beating i couldn't tell its against us and we never win yet somehow we live we crawl and pull and take a fall for the sake of aching our way through weary and worn torn down, scarred up routined to death and sick making a last stand again and again hanging our necks out with one eye open wincing and waiting to see if we lose our heads in these sweat soaked trials and broken back tasks we trudge on out of spite weary and worn torn down, scarred up routined to death and sick
4.
capital 02:30
CAPITAL i want every acre burned to spite the restless and reckless who would have and have you believe that their great ideas and cherished things... are for sale if only you get in line as though means grows on trees we may sit hunkered down and safely home but we are always, always alone. i want bodies to fall out of the sky like a plague, like a storm for the sagging faces and hollow eyes that part the air on this cadaver cart on this cold meat tray for come what may and it will come we may sit hunkered down and safely home but we are always, always alone. as if luck falls from father to son for come what may and it will come it will come.
5.
deserted 02:15
DESERTED the death of the mom and pop big box pipedreams cattle calls of sure things new roads to nothing new the charmed life for the chosen few dead ends in the old down town halls full of men long dead relics lay rusting within doors ajar a time long past. a time long gone. walls push out nails a quiet protest on these deserted streets ties so cleanly and clearly cut emptiness stamped over fertile plots dead ends in the old downtown halls of of men long dead relics lay rusting within doors ajar a time long past. a time long gone.
6.
funerals 03:08
FUNERALS i got cracked in the face by another sick joke we hold our own hands and hold onto ghosts cheat on ourselves. get chipped away by our own lies, spite and hate it just gets silent and cold in spite of best attempts and good intent days turn south and heads turn down another memory to trip over and hold another way to kill ourselves from the inside out i start to collapse inside of thought we lean onto vice and cut our own throats forget everyone else, make sure no one gets close enough to catch the emptiness and depth of the hollow we call home in spite of best wishes and get wells years pass by and concern moves on another face to pass over and ignore another door gets closed, another fucking day as heartbreak and death cross paths it just gets silent and cold in this hollow we call home i can't remember i can't recall i don't care
7.
waste 03:36
WASTE block the sun with a hand to the sky a cry for help, a drink set aside hands searching for a hold on hope grabbing at air as teeth hit the floor CH a wretched wreck a foul misstep life traps. death unchecked. abandoned. alone. the bottoms' there (if you know where to hold) staring at clocks and faces as plain watching the night putting reason to sleep get everything to lose and nothin the same until ill health and time come looking to pay CH a wretched wreck a foul misstep life traps. death unchecked recalling years that shrink and seem like days keeping score tally and mark as lessons and age ..tag dread and shame.
8.
dustbowl 02:17
DUSTBOWL signs to nowhere and sinking holes promise defeated cold all bets are hedged on getting by birthrights die. grudges hold. this is where the bombs should drop the wash the last scraps to muddy graves and open fields America's lost and found where cold dead hands hold bleached signs of progress made and sold auction off pride, house and home. take this misery off the map the backside of fortune the sudden dead end this is where nature wins x2 hunts out youth and settles up this is where the horizon stops (this is where) the sun sets a bit too quick where one marries oneself to death and wishes it all, it all would end what once was an open road is now a landfill of contempt
9.
retirement 02:41
RETIREMENT not a glimmer of hope for the numbers of us who have nothing more than an old story a short obit no imprint to call our own no sign to mark our path a repeating call to watch the clock we stay on our toes. CH its a turn for the worse in these trying times we're falling ill as we fall in line our former glories and past triumphs all mean nothing. we're broken men. content to do nothing comfort's a hell of a drug killing ourselves as days grow to years. CH its a turn for the worse in these trying times we're falling ill as we fall in line obliged to accept what we have left hanging our hats on what we can get drowning in the lack anything better to do.

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PROTESTANT "judgements" LP / TAPE
vendetta records # 47

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released December 18, 2014

"raging hardcore from Milwaukee, WI., once again showcasing an urgent, passionate sound influenced by bands like Catharsis and From Ashes Rise or rorschach

or, like a friend said: this sounds like ghostlimb meets his hero is gone, but still unique; we say:this is hardcore the way it was meant to be !"

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