1. |
[Assisted Suicide]
00:38
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2. |
Inept
01:15
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Regain control
You lost yourself
Allowed another mother fucker to take all your life
My only means, to survive,
is to shoot the oppressor
right between the eyes,
but I was born, dead inside
Talk to myself just to feel alive
And I try to separate myself
from what I am and who I used to be,
but all this weight, holding me down
starts to form a depression that'll make me drown
Fuck,
I drown.
I'm sick of it,
I'm sick of falling down,
I get back up again
just to trip around.
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3. |
Regain
02:11
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Growing up looking like this you got a target on your back
More like a target on your face, all they ever care about is your stupid race
Fuck that, nigga
The pigeonhole from your judgement is gripping around my neck:
to keep me from slipping
Racist mother fuckers, blind as a bitch
If only you can see what lies underneath my skin
Pain
Hatred
Thoughts of taking it
Strapped with a bad one
I’m 'boutta turn the fucking heart of reform to a black one
Pain, I take it
Mother fucker die
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4. |
Control (S. T. D.)
03:43
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Anxious, impatient
I don't give a fuck about that line, I erased it
You only see them as one in the same, and either way I succumb to the pain
My body aches every night and day, so it ain’t a fucking thing to push you away
Hate, regret
The truth rises, boils out of a cold sweat
I can’t take the waves surviving over me
Drift away from the path of the lonely
Forced to feel the black sand under my feet
Light bulbs above like acid rain
Sentenced to death
I sit, I wait, I die, this prison cell inside my mind
Born into this world marked with a stigma: unqualified
No tutelage, no guidance
Solitude results in violence
No damn hope for survival
Married to this pain, it’s bridal
It’s insane my brain has lived long this way from the evil incarnate that it withstands each day
Hands, open
Plans, none
But a barrel’s up against my head, I think I can’t run
Alive but barely breathing
Take a sip of air, unsheathing
At this point nothing on my mind, only bleeding
Take a look at waters clearer and it’s plain to see,
they want me to fall into the straight line or rest in peace
I rest the piece,
My body for the rest to feast
I stand tall, though the vultures are out to get me
One last breath and I’m ready to go
One more chance to free my mind, body, and soul
Free my mind, body, and soul
Pressure...
Sentenced to death,
put to the test,
lay me to rest,
before i possess the strength to carry on
Sentenced to death,
lay me to rest,
put to the test,
before i possess the strength to regain control
Regain Control
Glued to my chair, sitting in stone
The snakes peer at my blindness,
draining what’s left of my liveliness
My brain follows suit,
Awaken a mindset
That makes me ponder truth,
the realization of my death
The thought of nothingness eats away
Deepening deaths of the black
The thought of emptiness
Chewing at my mind
Fangs trickle in
Poisonous stain in,
my eyes,
that see all of mankind.
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5. |
[Memory Relapse]
01:09
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Fuck
you.
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Ineptitude New York
Drums - Josh
Guitar - Skyler
Vocals - Jaime
Bass - Vlad
Long Island Hardcore from Freeport to Levittown.
Streetfight Records.
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