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Bewilderbeast

by The Know Nothings

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1.
Denialist 02:30
DENIALIST I want it, but I can’t have it I deform reason Let’s call it a hat trick I speak in 6 & 7s Unable to wade Through my bullshit for you Am I taking a jab at fools? Do I prove you right with my perverse tongue? I swear it’s all satire But am I lost in character? The maze has grown so high The meaning has veered from sight I am blind The transparence that plagues us The transience of man Can you see through it? Can you breathe new air? Obsessed with nowhere Let it derail you I can treat you any way I want With my “this means nothing” clutch Is this still satire, With an overflowing cup? End. If all of this has been self deception If all of this has been an easy way out We are stronger than we are petty We are our own light Guiding us home Alone If you see it Is it worth it? To run forth Forget what we taught ourselves
2.
Nonagon 03:10
NONAGON They say that the mouse being trample by the beast Is equally oppressed by neutrality So I scream as I pound my fist on it hide Break my wrist but the beast moves not an inch You see where this is headed Why do you stand watch? What compels your stagnancy? Isn’t this image enough to hook your eye? What does it take to breathe empathy into your chest? How can you take place in caging beauty? We don’t care to see beyond our windows We don’t care to see anything but our 9 to 5, oh no The fortunate sons of the world They are out for a midnight whirl The rundown are yearning for scraps Hoping crumbs fall from the kings lap -Don’t you wonder why not to kill the king? Of our minds and the clutch of society To never stand in tides stirring delusion To be wiser than turning your cheek until death Do you see where this is headed? Or just my gold watch? What drives your existence? Good health must mean that it’s fucking fine Defection You spit in the face of it all Rejection Of anything that isn’t lies or cheap I guess the thought doesn’t meet most Most are pissing in the wind Paving strife for others We’re such slaves to convention You see where this is headed Why do you stand watch? What compels your stagnancy? Isn’t this image enough? What does it take to breathe empathy into your chest? How can you take place in caging beauty? This system is a serrated edge We will sever until there nothing left Can we find justifying ends to tie the means? Or do we wait until bombs swipe our slate clean?
3.
PSYCHEDELIC MOUTH We’re just scraping the bowls of our pipe dreams Burning light with our noses in the corner In room well lit and infinite Making province on tradition and pocket lint Painted skies, thick primer normalcy Red meat and my bootstrap gumption 21 gun salute To bid adieu to salvation Perfect morons beat chests For oxymoronic bliss Star spangled smiles ain’t biased Because god’s on our side, choke down the biggest lie Belaboring naïveté You trip on truth like a bad drug In a life of severed tongues I’m taking cause with My psychedelic mouth Well you wrote the song that started the whole world dying And I sing, sing, sing We coexist in dissonance, you are the blindfold hymn I’m the caged bird beating my lungs And leave here breathless I don’t mind I cleanse these lungs of stale air This nothing you cycle to us No matter how long it takes No matter if they collapse Nor if I’m life or death of the matter This is a matter of fact Well you wrote the song that started the whole world dying And I sing, sing, sing We coexist in dissonance, you are the blindfold hymn I’m the caged bird beating my lungs Star spangled smiles ain’t biased Because god’s on our side, choke down the biggest lie Belaboring naïveté You trip on truth like a bad drug I distort the wool in your eyes, I’m taking cause with My psychedelic mouth
4.
Baying 03:08
BAYING Baying Rip out the chords Piece by piece Relentlessly This crooked piano My entirety These acid wires I push it for you I push it for who? That mirrored image I face How funny? I finally face it I’ll never reach contented Can’t rest quondam nakedness In fact I got my eye sold On pathetic fools gold Polish off simplicity In a world insatiable En masse pigeonholed Hope for home is dead And I’ll yell “run, save me please” While you scale the trench While you carry me on your back As I slit your throat We never wanted more than destitution of truth (Now neuroticism is the salted heal of which I lick I know better and that’s what creates the cycle I know better that’s the undertow That capsizing pull) There’s a world compressed behind my eyes I long to taste its air on my tongue There’s a world I swear I’ve seen it Composure no more, I’ve lost my self Adhere to sleep and squander the day We stole life from ourselves Baying
5.
HACKSAW JIM DOUGAN VS. THE SHARP SHOOTER Explain this shame, I feel I'm reaching for this But my roots are solid, not separating from the past I fear these dreams, because there I live what I wrote off Peel me from the sheets, I'm trying to start a new day Trying may be where I'm wrong But what can I do when time's not mine? It will soon be gone Always straying off course Never comprehend what's real until it’s dead The drunkard in me is floored The saint in me says "Find reason" Always straying off course Never comprehend what's real until it has died The drunkard in me is floored The saint in me says "Find reason while you’re alive" I can't shake this sick yearn I can't leave the silence I'm left with If there's something I haven't done I will never know You grant me such heights, but I don't exist here I'd never be here without, well that's just too much I was hit with an anxious burn yesterday, leave it alone I can't shade this ghost, and I am so sorry Sorry may mean I'm too far gone But what could I do for the pain I've caused? I'm just undone Like I'm heading for a hearse Always find myself lurching and writhing, but why? I never left what I adored I, the coward avoids pride tonight 'Cause it's all I have learned And this logic leaves me rejected If there is something I can do Let it breathe through me
6.
CHARLES BEERKOWSKI Let me cheat death like I do I’ve been leaving with his cash Laughing on a path of spines Built of friends and foes alike I’m aware it’s a long con I’m aware of the clock It’s arms wave not welcome I know I’ll be won I want to taste life with god’s tongue Forget the wicked things I’ve done Oh how it gets thrown back at you The ebb and flow or swell and decay Each plan you made, love betrayed There’s always someone to say You’ve been wrong from their grave You towed the line dragging The world to salvation I walked it like a tight rope And step passed your head I’ll never understand my willing ignorance Now all my fucking friends are dead We were the well of poison thoughts I’m still in that womb of us Your memory pulls from beneath Mourning perverts belief Cut my leash please Let me get my grin No masters in a place this cold What singes our means to the world? Can’t quench my thirst nor spit shine fate One for you and one for me One for you and one for me One for you and one for me And not just because you are buying my drink
7.
White Wolf 04:08
WHITE WOLF I have focused my life To doing opposite of the well intentioned billboard marquee Never drag ropes deep Can’t afford introspect derailing I greased the floor under the crutch of hope My means are whatever I decided I decide to devise deceit And all my dry wit Got me nowhere but lit In a room full of nihilistic whims They all follow me as friends They all follow me as friends It’s passed time The clock hand just drags me on my way It’s due time She’ll call me a pig and I won’t call her at all Because I just want to play Spare me your virtue, it gave me away I just want to play Where the butcher knows my name I just want to play Masturbate my ego with a lay in the hay A life in the dirt And chains to latch to your throat Are you soured? Rotted with frustration? I never wanted more that control of your door Your ins and outs, your ins and outs I never tried unless biting blessed hand I wear your merits like a crown Thorn laden deceiver defender and I am proud You stir and I’m stiff, oh the climax of insidiousness I am all there is, you better believe it
8.
ELEANOR ABERNATHY I take your bible belt and tie it around my throat I make these jokes to get off; you make this whole life a joke For those built of sympathy, those of thoughts unsold A gun on your belt and the good word on your mantel Now that I’ve got your attention In the most brash of fashion Wipe your masters from your chin Look them in the eye and try to reason with them You see the sky as closed as it is open And in the space given your creed, your color, your pride That white picket fence just beyond your window Is that the spine of God keeping you safe and sound? Is that suit on your television selling you happiness? Calls are online, these lines are beyond blurred Let us pat ourselves on the back right in to the grave Every day you prayed All the money you saved In your homes feeling safe For turning cheek sake The picture is far bigger than we know And just because you don’t look at it Doesn’t mean it doesn’t look at you How fortunate, how fortunate Claiming your innocence Does nothing to help a victim We hide behind our truths Like blind eyes cast in stone Well equipped to live alone in company Stay the course or plow the weed What if I said we need you? I swear we need each other But to coexist it seems to be both of us slitting wrist Or a gaping space to swallow the day and leave no remains A feast or famine, we ration rationale How fortunate, how fortunate
9.
Hermit Head 03:23
HERMIT HEAD It’s too much to ask for and it’s too much to long for An understanding to shroud and expand from within You’ll say “you do this to keep yourself from getting better” Well I wish I had that rehashed irony to spew To long for a simple box to throw myself in just as you I believe some people are better set for that type of living, that type of dying I can’t say it in anyway different then the other times I can’t paint the void; can’t keep falling out that endless exit I can’t blame my father, I felt estranged even before his absence Can’t blame any wars we wage even if it adds to the bother Ignorance makes us walk in ant lines into death Arrogance makes us believe we’re at no fault in anything Madness lets us reason caging beauty; ensnaring peace And confusion’s a scapegoat to bide time until ab&c get us Self absorbed in my obsession for something bigger Tilting too many of these scales knowing there’s not You say “you believe in love, you say it all the time” Yet those words break my heart ‘cause the world betrays us all the time Let us scribble little notes saying “cling my brothers and sisters” Loneliness driven far beyond an extent I can fathom Some friends carry their best days in ecstasy spines Some friends are breathing their best nights this week But for the exposed the “best”; that monolith of a title It’s too much to ask for, it’s too much to long for
10.
Second Wind 03:51
SECOND WIND Old nerves twitching Use to the gnawing jaw we’ve made of life I gain grasp of the mouth Where it seeds it’s means into me I rip it away from me Is this an epiphany or a curse in my mind? To choose the latter Allows me to leave far too much behind So it’s back to the march Trying to believe hope is not stillborn With all my uncertainty Trying to look past these chameleons So it’s back to the march Trying to believe hope is not stillborn I try to catch my breath For there is change or death approaching A second wind is coming I try to hold on to convictions in bloom of malignance They shake, I shutter with stuttered breath Revolutions breached our bones We’re soon to meet home one way or another But you can’t give up the reigns If you think this is a dream, hold on We are tired and we’re weary But fresh eyes aren’t promised when life capsizes And if oblivion or nirvana makes it more so worthless You’re burying your sons Your daughters are being burnt By rapacious men with emptying eyes Are you as barren as them or do you Replenish drying hearts for bleeding minds? Break down constructs of cruelty No longer grease our gears with poison tradition No more joining hands just to break our wrists We were born fighting sons with knuckles white Vacant eyes, clouded mind Dice in our cynic hands weighed by motives not ours Cling to life for your excepting mother’s eyes Cling for we’ll still reach nowhere just the same There’s a second wind coming

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released May 15, 2015

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The Know Nothings Santa Rosa, California

Northern California Alternative Hardcore.

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