1. |
Crossroads
01:19
|
|||
|
Reach out and touch the light
Even with trembling hands
When I meet you there
We will walk passed together
|
||||
2. |
The Witching Hour
03:11
|
|||
|
Welcome to scum fuck city
You're one of us
Scouring amongst the wreckage
Of a modern nightmare
I am mine, I belong to me
Screaming for something different, wanting to be free
Despite despair,
You dream a new dream
Broken hearts
Bellowed by hatred
Fanning the flames
(Firing the winds of change)
Never know thyself, willful ignorance, ignored
Feels like it’s everyone against each other, forever wanting more
The sick feed the sick
The blind lead the blind
As the hours count down, try to be kind
|
||||
3. |
Jobs or Jail
03:01
|
|||
|
Slave to the bosses billions
We create their fucking wealth
Kill each other for scraps
Grind the bodies , and
pay us to feed
Pay for my death
Give them the rest
Did I pass the test
Life is for the living
Watch as the dead rise
To eat the rich
Jobs or jail,
Work or war
Jobs or jail,
Stay put? sit still?
Jobs or jail
Work or war
Jobs or jail
Force feed!
force shit!
On my knees begging for another
Glass slaughterhouses (one row after the other)
Clocks tick off I haven’t seen enough
chained to your work
Hurry and wait
No delays are allowed
early to fall
Commodify me and my labor
Alienate me from myself
Jobs or Jail
Work or war
Stay Put
Sit Still
Im tired of begging for scraps
When we deserve the whole fucking lot
Jobs or Jail
Work or war
|
||||
4. |
Eye of a Needle
03:21
|
|||
|
Come to show you how to live
Because although you breathe
You’re the most fucking dead
Heat of traffic
Steal my style again
Sudden waves of sadness
Evaporate into nothingness
Like candles blown out when you left
Dignity and fucks thrown out as well
We’re all poor and desperate
And we’ll take all we can get
*
Lost in flight seeing mindlessly
Fire in my blood
Floodlight the places you choose not to look
Pushing forward , rising up
Every lost battle Still standing
True strength Found when I’m backed in the corner
Got so bored I Watched my fingernails grow
Gimme gimme gimme
I need some more
And more and more and more
|
||||
5. |
The Passion of Lovers
03:04
|
|||
|
She had nut painted arms
That were hers to keep
And in her fear
She sought cracked pleasures
The passion of lovers is for death said she
Licked her lips
And turned to feather
And as I watched from underneath
I came aware of all that she keep
The little foxes so safe and sound
They were not dead
They'd gone to ground
The passion of lovers is for death said she
The passion of lovers is for death
The passion of lovers is for death said she
The passion of lovers is for death
She breaks her heart
Just a little too much
And her jokes attract the lucky bad type
As she dips and wails
And slips her banshee smile
She gets the better of the bigger to the letter
The passion of lovers is for death said she
The passion of lovers is for death
The passion of lovers is for death said she
The passion of lovers is for death
The passion of lovers is for death said she
The passion of lovers is for death
The passion of lovers is for death said she
|
||||
CITY IN DUST Salt Lake City, Utah
Solo project of Salt Lake City Artist, BJ Barrett
If you like CITY IN DUST, you may also like:
We Are The Romans (Remastered Reissue)
by Botch
featured on Bandcamp Radio Sep 3, 2021
go to album
American Nervoso (Remastered Re-issue)
by Botch
featured on Bandcamp Radio Sep 3, 2021
go to album
Coup De Gráce
by SeeYouSpaceCowboy...
Supplementing sasscore insanity with bolstered vocals and pop-punk songcraft, the California band are kicking ass and breaking boundaries.
go to album
A HOMELAND DENIED: A Compilation for the Palestinian Liberation
by Hardcore 4 Gaza Initiative
featured on Bandcamp Radio Feb 2, 2024
go to album
A Eulogy For Those Still Here
by Counterparts
From riffs and production to hooks and breakdowns, the Canadian metalcore veterans' seventh album ups the ante in every way.
go to album
Transitional Forms
by 𝖘𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖕𝖙𝖔𝖔𝖙𝖍
Sharptooth fight bigotry with melodic hardcore, their breakdowns an ideal vehicle for singer Lauren Kashan's incendiary insights.
go to album
The New Jersey outfit cast a gothic pall over hard-hitting hardcore, leaving us with a deliciously murky set of pit-starters.
go to album
