judgements

by PROTESTANT

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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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Track Name: revenge
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.
Track Name: covered
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
Track Name: endurance
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
Track Name: capital
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.
Track Name: deserted
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.
Track Name: funerals
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
Track Name: waste
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.
Track Name: dustbowl
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
Track Name: retirement
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.