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released October 28, 2014

All music written and recorded by Zak Greene, except where noted.

Engineered by Kenny Cash and Francis Silvi
Recorded at the Factory Underground
Mixed/mastered by Kenny Cash

Additional vocals on track 4 by Knife, track 7 by Sketch tha Cataclysm, track 8 by Al Pist, and track 11 by Old Self

Cuts on track 1 by DJ N.E.B. and tracks 2, 5, 8, and 10 by DJ Mo Niklz



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Track Name: Wasteland
Hit your fist to the pavement and crack the granite
Burn it all down, it's a plastic planet
We don't care, thinkin we'll outlast the damage
And spit false promise like a massive bandage
In the aftermath we watch ozone vanish
Chokin on the smoke that we blow to manage
Showing our teeth cuz we're going savage
Lickin our lips cuz we're oh so famished
All we're fuckin built to do is rape and consume
Take it all for granted as we take and pollute
All we're fuckin headed for is blatantly doom
We're breedin that destruction cuz there's hate in the womb
Bleedin that soil till we know it's gonna give it all
Eviscerate the forest for that brand new mini mall
Steep cliff and we're gearing up to slip and fall
Open wound and we're hawking back, spittin salt

We're heading for the wasteland, wasteland
We're living in a wasteland, wasteland
We're heading for the wasteland, wasteland
We're living in a wasteland, wasteland

Hatred and intolerance, take it all and bottle it
Aughtta make a stand, but we take it like a bottom bitch
No stoppin it? What a crock of shit
It's blatant in our face but we don't care until we've gotten hit
They call it privilege, but I call it the blinders
We need a wake up call or maybe just a reminder
It's all the subtle things we say that we don't have time for
Deny them when our only goal is getting inside her
Objectification is the manifestation
The patriarchal dogma's only classification
Pretend it doesn't happen when it's up in your face, and
You get labelled as a Nazi if you're making a statement
Corporations all clutchin at the uterus
Chew it up and spit it out, yeah we knew it just
Didn't wanna stand up, they can strangle you to dust
But we're all headed that way when they're through with us


We're maggots on a corpse, just digging through the entrails
Scorched Earth with a sky full of chem trails
Dried sea fossil monument - dead whales
Fault lines like a last breath - exhale
We are witness to the dying of a culture
Knives into the back of Earth, we're feeding only vultures
Rip the stitches, now we're bleeding through the sutures
Dead eyes like a mortuary sculpture
What have we done? Let's fall into despair again
Sinkin in the blood and pus, our homemade carrion
No flowers on the grave at this burial
We're all dead so we can't find the time to care at all
This is not a plea, just a lament
As we suffocate our dreams underneath the cement
There's blood on our hands, waste time, repent
This is just a document of human descent
Track Name: Science Fiction
As adolescents we were mad and restless
Didn't give a fuck, living fast and reckless
Soon enough the world kicked our ass and left us
So we suck nostalgia like the past is precious
A promise is blasphemy, it's cash they blessed us
Label it laziness if we ask to rest up
We'll burn our gifts like a bastard x-mas
Then swallow our coals and eat ash for breakfast
Call it entitlement, generation of idle men
Gotta fight, but it's rigged so we fucking cheat and we lie to win
Pull on the wool, there's no light, but you're blinding them
Batter them down until no fight is inside of them
Crippled in thought, now we're riddled with doubt
Eyes on the clock as we figure it out
It's a masquerade, but we're living it out
Left to our own, so let's give it a shout

1984 to 2001
Our future has passed, can't you see that we're done?
From 1984 to 2001
Our future has passed, can't you see that we're done?

All the messages you're sending representing the ending
We're just resenting cuz it's nothing but a lie you're defending
False hope, even with the best of intentions
Bent on commending, but you're only offending
Everybody started with a gleam in their eye
Wet behind the ears, the game is leavin em dry
And now to numb it all the dealers only keepin em high
Otherwise the animals are bleeding tonight
This hole's so deep that we'll never see the light again
Even if we're seeing red we're never gonna fight again
Tell em keep it moving, cuz the prize is only right ahead
I'd rather hear the truth, even if it might offend
We're lied to from the day we leave the cabbage patch
Until the day we're tossed out penniless, no baggage packed
You can't believe that? Yes I do as matter fact
We're looking for the future, but there's nothing for us after that


I've got the product, but I find it hard to find a buyer
If I can't sell it soon I'm going crazy - Michael Myers
This useless piece of paper doesn't mean I'm getting hired
My discontent had got me lashing out, it'll get me fired
I tossed a couple pennies in the wishing well
Listen to the voices whisper, telling me to give em hell
This affair will end in bloodshed, kiss and tell
Slow recovery from the days I slipped and fell
I've got this self defeating can't do frame of mind
I'm just sick and fucking tired of this lame design
Only goal they've got is to make em blind
I might as well just off myself, fucking save em time
No, I refuse to stop now
No, I will not be blocked now
No, I will not be a soldier in their army by default
I will not be shot down
Track Name: Curtains
I wear my heart on my sleeve like it's a fucking insignia
My head's full of nonsense and splatter film trivia
We're on our way to oblivion and I'm feeling insidious
Harlequin smile cuz it's a joke so ridiculous
I'm at home sipping ecto-cooler playing Contra
I don't give a fuck, let's make that the mantra
On top of the world, ma, I'm fucking obnoxious
Between Immortal Technique and Immortal - I'm Godless
Rockin, so toxic, I'm gonna topple the pop shit
Son of Northern Darkness spittin music for moshpits
Steppin up to knock the fuckin Earth off its' axis
Guanno for brains I'm gettin closer to batshit
We're playing in traffic, live from the underpass
Taught to keep a cork so yeah we're keeping it under wraps
Generation suicide, yeah let's run with that
Fist in the air, I'll be screaming till my lungs collapse

I will never be converted
I'm done pretending I'm a person
I'm feeling more akin to vermin
This is curtains

Harder than a Metapod, level seven, never stop
Poppin rare candy til I'm trippin off the sweat of God
Searchin Never Never Land , I'm lost, boy, get a grip
Need to get a better plan, take a life and sever it
Straight outta Nilbog, crazy I might be off
fuck, I'm a bastard, oh baby I like it raw
Green Man pissed, bout to fuckin Hulk smash your face
Shoddy commodity gotta be oddity - fuck, I'm an aftertaste
They tell me I'm a basket case, I'm only in denial
But I'm perfectly fine... ain't that right, Belial?
Listen to the heartbeat, marbles? I lost them
They're biting like it's Shark Week but I feel Jawsome
Call it a swan song, I'm already long gone
Fracture my psyche, cuz everything's gone wrong
A matter, it might be recurring so nightly
Sleep terror visions, bitten, giving a fight, see?


I've never had a good poker face, this hand ain't cashin in
Got a joker and some land cards from Magic: The Gathering
Readin em like Tarot just to gather what's happening
Clatter in the teeth with my rib cage rattling
Mind's in the gutter, but it's been known to wander
On the edge of insanity, pretty sure I'm a goner
Paranoid sure, can't deny that I'm bonkers
I'll tell myself it's just a bad fur day - Conker's
Eyes like a deadite in a backwoods cabin
Sweatin til I'm green, feelin Savage Dragon
Pass the Captain and a stash of Aspirin
Tear gas laughs, turn it back to gaspin
I know it's predictable like the thoughts of givin in
My playbook is the Enchiridion
Found myself between Styx and Midian
Blurring the lines between a human and simian

Track Name: Obey. Conform. Consume. Sleep. (f/ KNife)
It's easy to believe, but we knew the truth's a gruesome vision
Tighten up the shackles all they ever want from you's submission
Brain soak the opiates, caught up in consumerism
Bow to your messiah now that money is your new religion
...You knew that you were tripping, cool it now, new edition
Wanna be a rebel but let's face it, man, you blew the mission
...Don't care who you were dissing, what you got? Stop it
You only learned about rebellion from Hot Topic
Reciting only wisdom you could find on a shirt
They're making you a fool with your mind in the dirt
Bought and sold for scraps, now this prize is the worst
Decked out trash, now the lie is the curse
Plugged into the Matrix cuz the truth is abbrassive
And accepting your fate is easier than escape is
Stuck on the fake shit, but I'd rather erase it
Looking for that little white rabbit to chase it

Obey, conform, consume, sleep
Obey, conform, consume

Fasten your belt, water ride from caps when they melt
Put the ghat back on the shelf, before you clap at yourself
The gap in the wealth, I came to frame it for you,
Paint a picture on you, then i warn you if you listen all through
That i didn’t force you
Of course you not alone, satellites, Obama's drones
Agents at your momma’s home, taping while you on the phone
Like a whiny kid with shiny shit, saying by it for him
Find a forum, don’t be energized by other guys decorum
You hear it, that the sound of the inner city
The air is giving cancer, benign and in your titty
Sitting pretty, fixing committees to oversee your ovaries
Then of course, for intercourse, they told you how it’s supposed to be
And it be the same shit overseas
Everybody doing drugs till their brian’s cooked over ease
And nobody seems to shrug by how strange they motives seem
So we all just toke the bud, and their games get no reprieve

You're wet behind the ears, but you think you got it figured out
Spit and shout that shit about how we should go a different route
...all you talk about's illuminati's hidden clout
Say another word, I wanna take your brain and rip it out
Giving out conspiracies, the theories infiltrate your mind
Latching on efficiently when you should really take your time
You don't trust the anchor, but the bloggers are fine
It don't matter who you follow if you're following blind
Act like you're above it all and scorn the wicked media
But all your information comes from shit on Wikipedia
Wiki leak the acid on that shit you'll trip repeatedly
But without a real thought you know you're slipping easily
...Flip the scenery, same Plato, different cave
Same shit, different day, acting like the myth'll save
Standing for effect, eyes wide, sick and brave
Tricked into distraction, but you're waiting for that shit to take

Track Name: Pulling Teeth
Pulling teeth
It's like pulling teeth

On my grind like I'm Napalm Death, save your breath
I don't give a fuck what you say to me, pay respect
Headbanging while I bust a rhyme, break ya neck
Giving everything I fucking got when I play a set
I see too many cats barely break a sweat
Complaining in the ash as their careers are being laid to rest
If you don't put in work all you can do is blame yourself
I ain't got no other options, the game is set
Graduated college, not I'm nothing but a slave to debt
Gotta work this shitty 9 to 5 just to pay the rent
Defer another day, I don't make enough to make a dent
Keepin us in chains while they rob us, blatant theft
I must be crazy like I'm fuckin high, takin meth
But all my cards are on the table, make a bet
I'll rage against the propaganda tellin me to hate myself
So here it comes, the kick, brace yourself

I used to listen to Wu Tang for hours and rap along
I'm hitting my peak like this is Flowers For Algernon
Thinkin bout the future I get sour and babble on
Suicidal anecdotes I cower in sadder songs
The wave form digital, the message is analog
I'm sick of hearing shit that you could find in a catalogue
Talkin bout the chains, Gucci products they rattle off
Playing pretend, that's the shit that we had em on
Barely a Padowan, got the swag of a master
Showing your bravado like you're grabbing your blaster
Disguise on lock, there's no battling after
How's about we send this bullshit back to the pasture
Last name Snow cuz I act like a bastard
Got thick skin, but you had em in laughter
Sweating like a warrior, you're barely a caster
Cuttin this down we need to bury it faster

Yet another show, another seedy bar. Hoping I'll be killin it and reaching far
Giving everyone a little bit of my soul when I'm showing everybody my bleeding heart
Gotta make a better impact, wanna just connect. If you don't, why even start?
Harder than a motherfucking dragon, I'll be spitting these flames til it rips my teeth apart
I'll be helping everybody see the scars. Understudy, but I fucking know the part
Everybody scrambling to reach the stars. Out the gate I'll open hard
Better never slow at all, the ride is going fast, you'll be tossed out like an open car
Got a little damage, I'll be gathering the pieces on a day that I'll reflect my broken shards
This isn't a plea for insanity, sick of what's handed me, giving me shit
I'm sick of the commonplace apathy, bring on the anarchy, into the pit
So stuck on the bullshit, the vanity, no I can't stand to see living with it
Give me macguffin, it's only a phantom, we needed, we had to be rid of the shit
I... don't... have any sympathy, I don't give a fuck about your struggle or misery
Magic of the music as I'm tapping the rhythm, we gave another body the beat of the symphony,
... Fuck... the line that you're giving me. Stab another knife into the back cuz you're killin me
Thinking I'm a be out, but you'll never be rid of me, ... you'll never be rid of me
Track Name: Therapy (f/ Sketch tha Cataclysm)
All I need's a
boom bap and a minor key, it's that doom rap you try to be
I've loosened up the noose, but don't confuse that with time to breathe
...this is blind release, aggressive but it's nice to see
The kind you try to mind but time is nigh so find a rhyme to speak
...I'm on my grind cuz there's a fire deep inside of me
I'm at it like an addict till I grab it or my dying plea
...this is static till it clicks and it's reminding me
Of something more exciting, this is lightning, it's a sight to see
Gimme a kick and a snare, I'll rearrange the elements
...talk shit, but you can't downplay the relevance
Connecticut, the residence, I'm reppin it forever bitch
...I'm just sick of all the replicants and revenants
Everybody's spitting just to get some better reverence
Copy from the masters, try to pass it off as reference
Replicate the style, but they're twistin what the message is
...I just wanna find some therapy in resonance

This is therapy

I'm on top of this, I'll rock this shit, slowing down? Preposterous
No stopping till they're copping this from Gotham to Metropolis
...this ain't braggin, homie, fuck that shit I'm not some bitch
A crock of shit that's got you poppin, all I spit's an honest pitch
...let's put a stop to this, we're kickin the curse, I'm pissed
Flippin the bird, onstage spittin absurd
If you waste time askin how you fit in the Earth
They'll find you face down, bloody with your dick in the dirt
Kicked to the curb, you know that wisdom is earned
Are you living to learn or just fulfilling the urge?
There's only so much time before you sit in the hearse
I got that shit you need, you know that it's in the verse
Come on homie, listen to the melody, a remedy
sicker than a felony, you'll never see a better me
...Gotta let em be, lit up like an effigy
Never gonna settle like a prophecy, it's meant to be


[Sketch tha Cataclysm]:
Feeling like a fraud to put it simply,
How could I be drowning in thoughts but feeling empty,
Wintry vibe, mid-summer, clutching the pen seems flimsy,
Still the pages seem the answer of the century,
Must indulge in that desire to just breathe,
Push and put a little torque into the ten speed,
Embrace the quiet the silence and let my head speak, let my head speak,
I'm drowning in metaphor, similes, finding these falling off when I submit to anxiety,
Life could be trying, these lights can be blinding, reach might be declining that's why I rely on speech,
An addict. . . a subject in need of piety, few can rely on me, so many less can pry beneath,
What lies beneath, what's buried deep, they apply their teeth, like they're a pair of keys,
Bite with clarity, while I fight with the kerosene, dousing fire and apparently using mics for my therapy.
Track Name: Groundhogs Day (f/ Al Pist)
Homie whatchu carryin? Northface and heroine
Poor taste, white picket, plastic and American
A distant stare in the eyes of the resident
So many Dunkin it's a unit of measurement
Sick of the smell of it, smoke in the lungs
Yacht club brat kid cokin it up
Living for attention and they're soaking it up
Painted on smile but it's broken enough
Everybody like a stranger ain't spoke in a month
Stuck in their own head, open the cut
Americana wannabe a gonner, but you're gonna see
Filthy little underbelly criminal, it's gotta be
Lift the mask, it's a different path
Skip the track, I got the gift of gab
A razor blade and a wrist to slash
Fuck the fiction, I'll stick to facts

[Al Pist - hook]:
I'm locked to the spot by a toxic epoxy
My logic's in knots, body's rotting, I gotta be
Crazy to stay, I can't step cuz I'm stuck
And the message today is we're totally fucked

All I see is pharmacies, Dunkin Donuts, liquor stores
Pizzeria, Stop n Shop, fake tans, skinny whores
Am I wrong in wanting something else, just a little more?
...I just want something worth living for
I'm sick of this Americana beauty hollow ego trip
I'm missing that obedience chip you follow leaders with
...We cannibalize just to feed the rich
I never wanted any of this, you can keep it, bitch
The populous abusive and the culture is oppressive
The god damn weather here is manic depressive
Everybody's sick and it's only impressive
If you're looking for a flashback, something regressive
It's crystal fucking clear, though the water's lookin murky
It's Groundhog Day and I'm feelin like Murray
They're telling me to slow down, gettin kinda worried
Is it patience or complacency when you say don't hurry?

Everyone from high school's either pregnant or on drugs
Haven't made it ten feet salting all these slugs
Grinding cuz I'm trying, gotta get away, cuz
But the only ones who listen are these NSA bugs
Day in, day out, the cycle repeats
Is the only way to break it through the rifle's release?
Tendencies akin to suicidal defeat
All I wanted was a Pepsi, final retreat
I'm from a prison, but nobody wants to break free
Only things we're known for invasions and Hatebreed
Full of body snatchers, but they ain't gon' take me
Gotta cut the string from the vision that the Fates see
All you wanna do is nurse you
Track Name: 925
HEY! - Another 9 to 5
Another lost day I'll waste by design
HEY! - Another dime to find
Another countdown til the day that I resign
HEY! - Another grind of mine
Another late night lookin for a line to rhyme
HEY! - Another time to shine
Another reason to keep breathin feelin I'm alive

I can't take these walls that close in
I need some escape
I can't take these walls that close in
This is fucking rape

These days all blur together as I shamble on, groggy
Everything's a copy of a copy of a copy
Stomach full of Raman, thermos full of coffee
If I fuckin show up late again my boss is gonna off me
Nothing is the offer I see through the lies
Brutalize workers, they dehumanize, just a threat to neutralize
The soul has no place, stuff it back in human eyes
Tell me it's a feast, but it's just McDonald's Super-size
Should I be thankful for the scraps they're giving?
Blindly accepting of all the crap they're shilling?
Feeding encouragement like I'm making a killing
Bleeding the labor, it's just a nitche they're filling
Fed into my brain, but I know the routine
Ready to snap I wanna blow up the scene
The desire is strong they tell you go for the green
But all you're really doing is you're slowing the dream

We're pacified by the cheap illusion of progression
Dangled like a carrot cuz they knew it's an obsession
Just to pay some bills and pass the time is the intention
But I feel it itching underneath the surface, an infection
I'm chasing dreams of other men so I can survive
I'll take my dreams and smother them to remain alive
Call it compromise because I'm hoping to thrive
Pretending, but I'm just another drone in the hive
Marching like a fire ant carrying grain
While the queen gets fat as she barely strains
Apathetic like she ain't aware of the pain
But she knows damn well, there ain't a care in her brain
They're laughing at the wage gap, it's like a great slap
Right across the face, been in place since way back
Walking on our shoulders, they're our bane, we break backs
Only cuz we settled on "take that"

We pass the hours talkin bout how pleased we'd be to leave
Countin down the seconds till we be out in a brief reprieve
Thinkin bout the art we wanna make when we're away
But all we talk about at home's the bullshit that we've seen today
It's creepin in the back of my mind
They say that I should let it go because I'm passing my prime
I'm holding on for now before I have to resign
And I'm giving everything I got, but lacking the time
It's not too far between a mansion and box car
It's a pretty thin line between a slave and a rockstar
Every step a millimeter, act like I've gone far
There's treasure in this trash and I ain't talkin bout pawn stars
Every single cubicle is breaking me down
Gotta fight before they push your face to the ground
The same routine, fuck, I'm hating it now
Cuz I don't wanna be another face in the crowd
Track Name: I Am the Virus
Batten down the hatches, got a spot reserved - black list
Walking barefoot through the razorblades and matchsticks
Bootleg sanity, can't somebody crack this?
I'm feeling like a mako with the whiskers of a catfish
Venting on the microphone, they're calling me unorthodox
Rather see me pouring shots, pretending that I score a lot
...I'm pretty lost, less direction than an orphan's got
I need a way to numb it so I'll have another morphine shot
...Fuck beligerent, I'll drink til I'm illiterate
Some whiskey and I'll chase it with a tablespoon of cinnamon
...I'm a bitter shit, I've learned to fucking live with it
I'm sick of making you believe the shit I spit's deliberate
...It's in your eyes, picture this, you don't give a shit
Read between the missing print, the shit that makes you twitch a bit
It's intimate, legitimate, giving in, I'm lit and pissed
Littered with the bullets, full of shit to hit the infinite
...Spitting intricate, no grip on our reality
Searching Pirate Bay so I can torrent personality
...Cuz I'm casually flipping my mentality
Sick of this brutality, finish him, fatality
...You know it had to be a bastard seed, a wrath for me
I'm reaching in to tear your fucking heart out, do it happily
...All to let you know you'll never fucking capture me
You're after me I have to see the laughter, now I'm Gatsby free

I am the virus (x4)

Let's skip the pleasantries, the memories, we'll let em be
The history is that and now I'm viewing only enemies
...burn the effigies upsetting me, we'll never see
A shred of human dignity, we're never getting any peace
I'm on my Harry Warden shit, you're my bloody valentine
...loveless, struttin like a mastermind
Try to shake the overwhelming thought you know you're past your prime
...all I ever manage is to gather slime
Never had street cred, caught up in the deep web
I'm nothing like you even though we both bleed red
...everything I hear is just a retread
I can't seem to get it through your thick skull - meat head
...Redead, show me where the noose goes
Take another bite I hear my bark is like Cujo's
Listen to venom on my tongue, spitting rude prose
...Fuck this, change it up, new pose
Fuck a mic, fuck a beat, I illustrate the illest rage
Assimilate the bastards, casting spells to solve their bitter fate
...Getting fatter, rather gather dust and sit and wait
...Fuck it, all you're ever gonna give is hate
...So you'll find me dancing on the fault line
...Never cross, grind, can't hault mine
Every rapper wants to be the greatest of all time
But all I fucking hear is sheep, every measure, every line
Track Name: Idiot Box (f/ Old Self)
I'm more Jesse Eisenberg than Jessie or Heisenberg
I live inside that look inside your eye when you light an herb
Laughing at the Syfy Channel, I might observe
Sharknado playing in the back as I try to burn
Nice day out? I'd rather stay at home
Binge on reruns of Game of Thrones
Get some friends over, get em in my zone
We'll all sit in one room staring at our phones
Pass the controller, Mortal Kombat
Back back down (fuck), couldn't make contact
What's the code? What's the fatality?
What's sweep distance? Fuck reality
Fuck real life, what's that even mean?
I'd rather keep my eyes glued screen to screen
That's how it goes, though it aint a great look
...sorry, had to refresh Facebook

Only a moment before we find that we're past it
A flicker in the dark gotta hurry to grasp it
Let's turn it to eleven, hit the dial and blast it
Staring at the idiot box, we're so passive
Chomping at the bit for another distraction
Anything apart from any human interaction
Numb to the planet, there ain't no compassion
Staring at the idiot box, we're so passive

[Old Self]:
I like The Simpsons, I really like watchin The Simpsons
Old Self, young pink skin
Do you really know what happened to Minkus?
YouTube videos of Limp Bizkit
When I click my links my shits is persistent
Goodness gracious, I tab ten pages
Buzzfeed’s list of celebs that got facelifts
Masturbation, instant gratification
When I’m at work I’m on vacation
Clicking Reddit links, text messaging
The internet could be a sedetitve
Don’t know what you said, can’t remember it
Cuz I was on my phone, I wasn’t listening
Nostalgic trips on pro wrestling
Chocolate chips on my keyboard
My laptop keeps my knees warm


All I wanna do is spit bars and play Pokemon
I don't really battle, but I'll slap you with an open palm
...It's an open call... gotta catch em all
Jabberwocky Jabber Jaw, no respect, I laugh it off
I'm blasting Kill Em All... or watching Battle Bots
You see me, street trash, lookin like a vagabond
All you wanna hear is all the references I rattle off
Sending me a blank stare, the message is an afterthought
Slap you to the dome, like "what the fuck, don't you get it, kid?"
The culture of our age and now I've found what the connection is
...regression, ...more like an obsession, it's
Data flowing through the tiny screen where the reflection is
...the human element is disappearing
Down with Videodrome, long live the fearless
IRL LOL, the debate ain't even near it
More than 140 characters? you ain't trying to hear it

Track Name: Reflections
Fuck everything, I wanna throw it all away
And burn it all to ashes now that everybody's gone insane
Send a prayer to the smoke stacks, cough away
Wanna point a finger, lashing out, but you're all to blame
Turn a blind eye, it's what the bosses say
I'll keep mine wide open if it's all the same
Cop a chemical to numb away the awful pain
Sipping on the gasoline, another way to fall away
Fuck the corporations that feed on your frustrations
They built their towers, got their power on deforestation
But you buy it even though the price is more defacement
Eyes on the screen, more concerned with what the whores are saying
Fuck the government, they're fucking puppets all
The real masters need a patsy just to take a fall
Blasting their distractions, making sure you hate them all
Your chains are blatant taking shape, but you're too weak to break em off

Fuck everyone, I'm burning all my bridges down
I'm digging up the hatchets that they had me bury in the ground
You think you're fucking clever, but I've got you figured out
I see the scales through your mask because it's slipping now
You're not a human, you're a creature, I see underneath
All you care about, all you wanna do is fuck and feed
Chew me up and spit me out when you're done with me
You're selfish, latching onto the excuse that you're running free
Fuck the police who treat arrests like fucking trophies
Laughing over stories of minorities they've busted open
Left their families in tears, left em stunned and broken
Let's have a pig roast, get in line to fucking blow me
Fuck you, Mr Proud to be American
All I see around me is entitlement and arrogance
Pride should be earned, not something you're born with
Soil doesn't matter, so I'm ready to torch it

I fucking hate the lack of genuine affection
I fucking hate the games and mental misdirection
I fucking hate the bloody sanguine intervention
But most of all I fucking hate the man in the reflection

Fuck me, I'm the biggest piece of shit I know
First sign of trouble I'm already set to give up hope
I'm a snob, every band I like is is "little known"
Abrasive personality, my ass is under mistletoe
Judging apathy, like what you feeding vultures for?
But I ain't fighting, I'm at home evolving Bulbasaur
I give a shit, but I do nothing to help
I care, but I only act to further myself
I support women's rights, but won't call myself a feminist
Cuz I don't like the negative connotations you get with it
Quick to criticize your focus on irrelevant
Shit, I'm a hypocrite, only bent on sellin it
This atonement is selfish, damn, son
The person that I am ain't what I planned on
I'm passing judgement but ain't got a leg to stand on
I shit all over hipsters, but I fear I really am one
Track Name: Smoke and Mirrors
this is damage control, son, manage your roll
another dumb catchphrase, an adage of old
fee fi fo fum, ambient, no drums
her hand's moving south, but she's telling me no tongue
...no way, countin on no one
I'm looking for a reason wanna be but I know none
...movin at the pace of a slow run
two steps back like I'm trying to grow young
...I barely feel human today
I need a couple sips to keep the illusion at bay
Pass the chaser, Everyone's distracted by some stacks of paper
A snack for later
Inhale, breathe deep on the plastic vapors
Another couple tracks and I'll gather haters
It's that "I don't give a fuck" I don't have to cater
So let the dust settle, we'll be laughing later

I'm sick of smoke and mirrors
I want it spoken clearer
I'm in the broken mirror
I'm holding tokens dearer
I'm sick of smoke and mirrors
I want it spoken clearer
I'm in the broken mirror

Let's get bent, I'll be the first to break
I've got a couple demons and a curse to shake
Tripping through dreams, my turn to snake
I'm smelling on salt, but it's worse awake
T minus 12, down for self medication
Better way to cope, never worked meditation
All I'm really lookin for some elevation
...No sense of self preservation
Saying I don't care, but I wanna be a part of it
Choking down the vitamins, swallowing the arsenic
I know I know, the messages are startling
I feel the poison from my follicles to cartilage
...so fuck it all, take my hair and bones
Sing a swan song in these dissonant baritones
I'll stay numb, I ain't scared alone
So when I'm dust you'll know I've barely grown


There's an image in my iris lit in ultraviolet
I'm crippled, lit, and blind when I'm living ultraviolence
But you're killing me with kindness
Smiles can't hide that the demon lives inside us
Need it to remind us of better days
That we didn't spend plotting how to get away
Gotta move on, but we hesitate
Gotta medicate or we'll never separate, elevate
I just wanna levitate
Freedom is a song that we better pay
Ironic, it's a sign that we never make
No one will acknowledge that we're getting raped
I shamble on lookin like a broken fool
Ready for the anger but I know it's cruel
Bottled up, but I think I'll open soon
There is no spoon, only Zuul