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Chain of Command
01:14
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Sewed Lips; Sink Ships
Day in, day out, horrors in my head
Clock in, opt out, when life hangs by a thread
Don't ask, act now, but i don't know how to deal
Humanitarian emergency
But what is seen, I will never unsee
(Solo)
But what is seen, I will never unsee
And what I’m shown can never be told
Now I guard a system, built on abuse
Lock and key, our man's need for certainty
But what is seen, I will never unsee
And what I know can never be shown
And all I felt was empty, numb and cold, the failure of man
With heart subdued, what am I meant to do?
Refute values, I’ve gotten myself into?
The privilege of few/No gift of hope renewed
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Through and Through
01:39
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I question your veracity, it doesn't match my hostility, another gendered crime
You failed to mention, and I'd only be an ambivalent sycophant, there's betrayal down the line
I'm not worth the fear of abuse
I'm not worth the threat to our children
I'm not worth crippling isolation
But you've heard it all before
Through and through x 3
Just like you, I will deny and minimise, through and through
Just like you
I'm not worth the blame and coercion
I'm not worth sexual manipulation
I'm not worth reinforcing subsistence
But you've hear it all before
Inside this head you're always going to be a threat
This wheel of control indiscriminately takes it toll and I...
I …will…. never…. go
what you've seen and but never shown
Through and through, I'm just like you, through and through
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I can recall a time
Where nothing of the kind
Seems to match the life we destined to refuse
I can recall a time
Pull it from my mind
In my defence, seems common sense that we would always follow through
Life’s a shit, this reminder becomes harder to face:
Can’t help but take it any other way
You’re not the counter-culture
You’re not the elongated truth
Don’t grow up, let’s grow up
Lest we forget about the days of remaindered youth
I can recall a time
But it’s better left to rest
We’ll only drag it through a misconstrued idea of knowing best
Can’t help but take it any other way
Life’s a shit, but I never want to hear you say
We move on, this reminder becomes harder to face
“I’ll meet you down for a chop at Leatherface"
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4. |
An Augury
02:37
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Out of sight
Worry is aimless yet more of the focus…but I just don’t care
The rising tide and eventual decline…but I just don’t care
There’s catastrophe, although minimally, and all faith seconded to hyperbole
We’re way past the point of eternity so get it through your fucking head
Can’t…turn… off
Brain … must… stop
Out of sight
Out of mind
Revenge fantasies pray for apathy so we don’t have to care
All presence of mind is viewed from behind…so we just don’t care
There’s catastrophe, an augury, an overestimation of responsibility
A tension erupts in futility so get it through your fucking head
Can’t…turn… off
Brain … won’t… stop
But I just don’t care
I’m living in this fear of sleep, will be will be, and everything is hazed by caffeine
Why can’t I just let it go, it’s all I know, severing psychotic belief
But I just don’t care, but I just don’t care
But I just don’t care, but I just don’t
CARRREEEE
But I just don’t care, but I, I, I, I, don’r
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5. |
Cross the Floor
00:57
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Let my body press the shake
Can’t slow down to take a break
Any breath, refuse to take
Circling round I find mistakes
I’ll soon be found out as a fake
PM attitude for fucks sake
But we’ve heard this all before
So let’s spare the thought, let’s stare down complicity
Your ideas are boring me to tears
Life survives and still,
I fear the change to come
But we’ve heard this all before
So let’s spare the thought, let’s cross the floor
I don’t want be here anymore
Cause I don’t want to be here anymore…than you do
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6. |
At Odds
02:16
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And we strayed for awhile
Indefensible judgement of life
Between the lines
Content by the ramble, meander of time
But something keeps disturbing me, returning to an outer world view (haven’t a clue)
So I keep on furthering a desperate imitation of youth
I think I worked you out
Have no doubt, worked you…so…OUT!
Dependent for fear
And all we appear to allow
Yet another year
Can’t close the distance, between here and now
But something keeps disturbing me, returning to an outer world view (haven’t a clue)
So I keep on furthering a desperate imitation of youth and then it comes clear that I
I think I worked you out
Have no fear, have no doubt
I, I think I worked you out
Then it comes clear that I think I worked you out
Can’t escape the grasp of this city
Not long to wait, not long to wait
Can’t escape the grasp of this city
Not long to wait, not long to wait
Can’t escape the grasp of this city
Not long to wait, not long to wait
Can’t escape the grasp of this city
Not long to wait, not long to wait
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The Phosphorus Bombs Sydney, Australia
The Phosphorus Bombs play blistering punk rock that harkens back to those halcyon days when Survival of the Fattest was the
only soundtrack you ever needed/could afford.
For Fans of NOFX, Bad Religion, Strung Out, Good Riddance, Propagandhi
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