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DEMO

by Soul Craft

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1.
INTRO 00:58
ST LOUIE SCUM Oozing out of the sewers Creeping under the arch Were the scum of the city And together we’ll march We surface and we find our way Shield ourselves gravel and dirt Born to inflict pain on the city and shit That caused us all this hurt St. Louis scum
2.
HIT THE DOOR 01:10
HIT THE DOOR A cut on my tongue Fucking up my day Try my best to ignore it But it won’t go away Your attitude Is bringing every one down Breakin my back While you just fuck around? Run your mouth for hours To avoid real work for a minute you treat my time like a game Well You won’t fucking win it
3.
LACKIN 01:14
LACKIN Building and buildin Until it all boils over Paranoia runnin wild I’m lookin over my shoulder Can’t love these liars Can’t trust these snakes Smile in your eyes But hide another face Waiting for a slip To burn you down into ashes But you won’t catch me lackin Another day, another game we play Hard to trust a single thing you say Worth is measured by the strength of your word You keep talkin and talkin but bullshits all I’ve heard So when you reach out a hand I’ll always look at it sideways You ain’t fuckin up my day
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HIGH HORSE 00:41
HIGH HORSE Jumping to assumptions just because of ones habits Better miss me with that bullshit because I ain’t gonna have it Overcompensation just to mask what you know Shines right through your lies, it clearly showsj Bringing others down to feed your image of self worth Falling off a horse that high is gonna fuckin hurt Walking around with your nose in the air So you can’t smell your bullshit, it’s crystal fuckin clear Easy to forget those who should be forgotten You took the fruits of our labor and you turn them all rotten
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FULL TIME SLOB Work school sleep, I can’t stand the monotony Day in and day out, I think I need a lobotomy Staring at a wall, I’m goin outta my gord Can’t wait til I can get home, grab my brew and my board I can’t work this 9 to 5 it’s got me feeling all wrong Can’t stand to read a book I’d rather rip on the bong Off work at 5 I got 3 hours til dark Call up the boys and hit the morganford park The spot is hella packed but I ain’t even mad Til Some razor scooter twerp spilled my whole can of stag Stumble home at 3am so far from sober Here’s to three hours of sleep and 9 hung over I can’t work this 9 to 5 it’s got me feelin all wrong Can’t stand to read a book I’d rather rip on the bong Fuck this dead end job, tell my boss he can blow me Can’t wait to rip the bowl and rip a bowl with my homies
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COMPLACENT 01:37
COMPLACENT For too long I never felt like I could come back alive I turn my back to the bullshit and try to push it aside But all that fuckin leads to is it piling up They build around me til I’m fuckin stuck A mouse in a trap Helplessly caught A fly in a web Of my own thoughts times that I felt free Just a distant memory I can feel the walls all closing in on me I can’t shake it These feelings of self hatred Wearing me down and I don’t know I’m gonna make it Tired of running, I know I gotta face it Ball up my fist and swing til I break it Refuse to sit back and just be complacent

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released December 8, 2018

Recorded + Mixed by Ian Keiser

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