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Cognicide

by Western Addiction

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In my head it makes perfect sense A cautionary tale sitting on a fence Send your goons to break a turned cheek Our sapphire sockets and a pacifist's bleat Your charged words have got me by the wrist Turning gold to dirt, reverse alchemist I'm scared in a face irate But I won't fight just to break your plate A mealy interior and a bullish stance Dealing war crimes in repetitious cadence A culprit in the pulpit without rhyme or treason A fallen rioteer with a reason Your charged words have got me by the wrist Turning gold to dirt, reverse alchemist I'm scared in a face irate But I won't fight just to break your plate With your charged words…
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Manchester of rape, Selena please Oh but this ain't heartache Gable of beryl foresight Amends, cockneyed witless, threaten retinas With these frightened limp wrists Gable of beryl foresight Warding off pathogens like Mary of Magdalene Unbreaching colonies through forced misogyny So forget husbandry and no more baking bread One careless crow now I'm fucking infected Gable of beryl foresight Live, stalked ravine, dismantles family My future now quarantined Gable of beryl foresight Hands out of pockets, ramming like rockets Hitchhike to hell with my thumbs in your sockets So forget husbandry and no more baking bread One careless crow... Panic! Despair! Mailer, meet Jim! Warding off pathogens like Mary of Magdalene Unbreaching colonies through forced misogyny So forget husbandry and no more baking bread One careless crow now I'm fucking infected
3.
If patience is virtuous I got the temperament for temperance Partitioning stems and seeds Damn lifeless galleries I'll implement the elements You're soiling a sacrament Slicing sharks and your porcelain pedestals Somehow, it seems so pitiful Catastrophe Of the highest order Was likeness captured? Feigned composure A poor recipe for civic cohesion We'll readily collaborate Understand and participate Pieces de resistance Devastated crops of worth Someone grant me social graces Being that I'm socially graceless Billowed soot have we met Chromatic leaf, this is icy bayonet I've been commissioned To ignore companionship Fashioning barricades Amid flesh and wilderness I'm wed locked to these rivers and tides These arrangements are my passionate wives I'd pass you up for seductive seasons A poor recipe for civic cohesion Catastrophe Of the highest order Was likeness captured? Feigned composure
4.
This is the church where Black Flag lives Sentiments are born of desperation Where good thoughts come from Monuments in futility Stress and anger, passion and humility But we’re above thumbs This is the church where Black Blag resides There’s no profit, no success, just pride Nil by mouth with prophetic paint Autistic license, we’re always poor and hungry Art just doesn’t pay Finding beauty in ugliness Compulsive strides are pensive and second best This is on our chests This is the church where Black Flag resides There’s no profit, no success and we’re tired We’re tired! This is the church free of cognicide There’s no profit, no success and We’re tired in the church where Black Flag resides There’s no profit, no success, just pride
5.
Pull over, here's where we'll dump it No more of your glowing sentiments We don't want what you've got to offer We'll trade you in for your thinner brother Make a bed beside quills and coal Tuck you in with salted scrolls What we don't know could fill up books The overflows gone overlooked I sure as hell don't see a haystack Traumaed farmers or a sewing circle Erotic TV's drown in plasmic lakes Someone must've robbed a blood bank Unwanted, abandoned, unloved Renounced, unloved Hypnotic hums had me pixilated Unwelcome home of the antiquated Unwanted, abandoned, unloved Number crunchers got their number’s crunched Discrepant drags got their over's onced We tech supported a manipulator Just a glorified calculator It seems yesterday's extravagance Is now a latter day hindrance I took a break from moral restraint No choice but cooperate Unwanted, abandoned, unloved Renounced, unloved Hypnotic hums had me pixilated Unwelcome home of the antiquated Unwanted, abandoned, unloved Ill suited to be booted Unacceptable to be compatible Pull over, here's where we'll dump it No more of your glowing sentiments We don't want what you've got to offer We'll trade you in for your thinner brother
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Each one is born but they're coming out dead My hands spell words as they fall from my head Like a confederate flag dad wreaks of his kin With blood on your brow you'll cry your eyes in Prison ghost starts to scream as they carry you out And attrition keeps you wishing that they'd tear your mouth out A sign on an inn is the shape when you die And poor St. Lucia took a knife in the eye And it hurt. It fucking hurt! The great diseases of our time are a soundtrack to the system With incendiary minds and the knowledge to resist them We can body harvest hate and send a charge up the floor And eliminate the causes worth fighting for Our incendiary minds
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My discipline will make your teeth shake Your restraint gets a laugh track Accolades for staunch ardor Reparations for heedful orders It's funny I don't feel like a winner Weighted spoils for small steppers Here's a trophy for atrophy Chastened humility We're the fretful and the overwrought Our pre-planning is your afterthought Limitless capacities Close to the vest without cruelty It's funny I don't feel like a winner Weighted spoils for small steppers Here's a trophy for atrophy Chastened humility Hopefully we’ll get trophies in the end
8.
Attack! Little orange eyes coming from my room Cutting up my hands, gotta clean up my wounds Bathroom poltergeist, running up his spine Sweaty nausea, palm full of red wine Striations... Up my arm This curtain's a man-of-war as liquid drips in me Smoking lady's wake, gotta get to L.A. Hand’s above my head, making out the will Forty-four and three-fourths, holding down the back seat Blood-poisoned cast When a good friend attacks Here comes Elvis! Orange eyes, coming for you Unbridled rage at 1 foot 2 Orange eyes, coming for me Ready to wreck my whole family I know he's your brother and I love him too But I'm so scared so what can we do A gentle 12 lbs. when he's in your lap But pick him up and he'll fucking snap! When a good friend attacks
9.
We're the working poor We're the labor forced Routine banality We stand in the sun just to eat Antiqued trappings Filthy proximity Languid surveillance You were birthed into luck, we were born into chance We offer our bosoms while you beat your breast Feed your children while you dance on our backs We're the matrons of the canals Annihilate pride Puritan's drive Stayed requitals We'll be reimbursed with the fall of Rafael Emerald resentment Somehow I'm listless I see your merriment I know it's shallow but I just can't help it We offer our bosoms while you beat your breast Feed your children while you dance on our backs We're the matrons of the canals You rise the ranks as we raise your crops Patiently comply in the parking lots We're the patrons of the canals We watch while you beat your breasts Feed your children with our broken backs We're the matrons of the canals There's hatred from the canals We're the matrons of the canals
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These white lines are what keep me safe Not the white lines absolved to satiate Save your dowry for the rock stars Pleasure quarters, rapturous daughters with alluring duress These car wrecks are what protect me Cross hairs for cross walks cross leisurely Anxious Brahmans in a China shop Take the train from Pamplona so these neurons will stop This belt of cloth is what protects me Lovers' arms, hostile wives with hot pious threats Siphon stipends from your vital signs This carbon dating is worth hating but it won't break the skin This pane of glass is what protects me Soft skin, gently pinned in a prison romance Careless knives slumber patiently Dedicated to serrating discerning delicacies Deceptive perceptions insure my protection Inconsistent systems reinterpret correct them Calm down It seems nothing will protect me Hallowed wraths, conjured scenes, endless fake believe Pigs and sharks bide hungrily Their furled jaws are dormant saws awaiting chances mercy Deceptive perceptions insure my protection Inconsistent systems reinterpret correct them Calm down
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I check your chest you’re warm I check your neck you’re alive This scythe soothes Corsican wind chimes Reassign a program success Relent ungentleness Restraint divides mice and men Annica this life is fleeting Dark times, lots of abortions Finally, someone loves me On my watch we’re as safe as churches I think I found my purpose Corralling pestilence I was unclean and hateful Struck down by the system This vest gives me authority No wind instrumentation Morning airport reunion These thoughts are non-culinary Annica this life is fleeting Dark times, lots of abortions Finally, someone loves me On my watch we’re as safe as churches I think I found my purpose Corralling pestilence
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Onward conscious introverts Irish serpents with babes in arms Rabid dogs and sprouts with heart Generosity to a fault Although there are cracks and flaws That one's broken and this one here is wrong We'll study at your feet With Dutch accords bound in need not want Surveillance from crimeless places Upward glances unto downtrodden faces We quarter where fowls smother Vermin roar and the faithful slumber We'll study at your feet With Dutch accords bound in need not want And we'll play, we'll cheer, we'll laugh, it's clear I prefer the company of animals and children to adults so I won't have to give up hope

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released November 1, 2005

Jason - Vocals & Guitar / Ken - Guitar / Chicken - Bass & Vocals / Chad - Drums. Produced, engineered and mixed by Alex Newport at Motor Studios. Mastered by John Greenham. Cover art by Richard Minino. Layout by Brian Archer.

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Western Addiction Oakland, California

Since forming in 2003, WA has defied easy categorization, and new album Frail Bray finds them slipping further beyond the confines of hardcore. Listen closely and hope sneaks in, but the point of view isn’t the only thing that’s different. WA's attack has grown more nuanced, the band crafting songs that comfortably draw from a wide swath of rock ’n’ roll while retaining punk’s ferocity. ... more

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