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Released May 17, 2019

All lyrics/vocals written and performed by Zak G, except where noted.
Produced by Zak G.
Cuts by Mo Niklz.
Mixed and mastered by C Money Burns.
Recorded/Engineered by Jeff Brown at Pyramid Octagon Thoth Temple in West Haven, CT.

Additional vocals on track 4 by JE Double F, track 8 by Brzowski and Al Pist, and track 11 by Old Self, Lt Headtrip, and Googie.

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Track Name: No Future
We’re looking to the past because the present times all sort of blow
…fuck the future man, my horoscope’s a horror show
We’re chugging gasoline to make our insides rot and organs go
…we wanna make it quick before we die of boredom, bro
Open up a vein or two, shooting up or spilling out
Tuning out from all the things that we don’t give a shit about
Drown the hum, down the hatch, time to make the hours pass
Let the drama fall with every grain inside the hourglass
…but the power lasts, conscious or not
Instead of stopping the plot we’ve got this rot in our thoughts
We’re ignorant, apathetic hypocrites, so that’s pathetic
…using chemicals to hide inside our trash aesthetic
…Disillusioned by our crumbling metropolis
With open arms and broken hearts we’re ready for apocalypse
…sick without a thought that we could put a stop to this
Writing off survival, no concern about these politics

[hook]: x2
There’s no future in this
There’s no freedom in this
There’s no solace in this
There’s no living with this

Fuck apathy, fuck ignorance, fuck asking polite
Cuz now it’s long overdue that we found the passion to fight
They were slashing out rights, we should have acted on sight
But now I promise that they’ll never stop us after tonight
And when we bask in the light, we’ll feel the heat on our skin
Shower in ash, the city glows from within
Your pacifism’s noble, but it’s no way to win,
It’s only masochism when they’re turning hope into sin
Your activism dwindles when out methods are riotous
But this culture required us to cut ties to your piousness
Fighting through abuse we’ll keep our efforts so tireless
We didn’t start the war, these snakes were begging for violence
So fight with aggression as long as causes are honorable
We’ll riot to Utopia in hopes that it’s possible
There’s beauty in the broken glass past any obstacle
When we’re ending an era where badges act like they’re swastikas

[hook]: x2
There’s no future in this
There’s no freedom in this
There’s no solace in this
There’s no living with this
Track Name: Burn it Down
Burn it down! (let’s burn)
Burn it down! (burn, burn)

I wanna find the faces in the shrines inside the magazines
Take a match, throw the plastic in some gasoline
Take a piss inside their skulls and plant an appleseed
And if it grows there was a meaning, but we’ll have to see
I don’t give a fuck about the deities we’ve raised up
While our drones are overseas fillin graves up
And we all talk a good game like we’ll raise up
But instead we’re at the bar, glasses raised up
Cardboard complex, makeshift settlements
Come and take a stroll through these Blockbuster skeletons
A new development, deeper into deficit
Burning money on another faux-nemesis
See the glowing vision with your un-blinked eyes
Red or blue regardless, it’s all one disguise
A smile on every face as they run their lies
The American Dream has been undermined

Track Name: Squidward
It’s 4am, I’m still awake and I can barely see the screen
I’m noddin off, watchin Samurai Jack DVD’s
I’m clutchin to a cup of coffee I don’t even need
Starin at an empty page, the page is readin me
Nose to the grindstone I feel like a rap star
Even if my beard looks a little more Nascar
Alright, maybe I don’t have to go that far
But any wrong move I’m activating my trap card
Every half-finished verse is feelin like a heart attack
…I just wanna throw it all into the garbage bag
Sweatin like a cold drink, speakin like a Marshall stack
Turn up the volume… til the speakers crack
Every show I see the same bastards
I hate rappers, cue the fake laughter
Great actors, I’m gonna break faster
Pretty soon I outta blow out all my grey matter

Falling down the rabbit hole, YouTube is my ketamine
Advertisers telling me that they can make a better me
Just a couple bucks, I ain’t buyin what they’re selling me
…what they’re selling me...
Further down the rabbit hole, Netflix is my heroin
Gotta keep my sight line from drifting over there again
Grindstone’s ready, making scholars of barbarians
…of barbarians…

I’ve worn the same shirt for two weeks, haven’t slept in three days
Every conscious moment’s like twisted instant replay
De ja vu, but the cab is set to free play
Sittin on them cinderblocks speedin on the freeway
…Runnin relay, won’t pace slow
Life’s gettin busy and I won’t say “no”
Lips leaking chatter, but uh don’t know they know?
I got that Bronson look without the Ghostface flow
Rap game Troll 2, best of the worst
I’m half in the bag, tonight I’m fed in reverse
My tongue is in my cheek, is this a blessing or curse?
Stop analyzing everything I said in the verse
I’m going berserk, I got guts to spill
I’m raging at the apathetic run of the mill
I’m Superman. Bars bending under my will
I’m going hollow, but I need it just for the thrill
Track Name: They Know (f/ JE Double F)
Everybody’s got a couple bones that they’ve locked away
Shovel all you want, but they’re still inside a shallow grave
…Set the password, double check, verify
Still some eyes are peeking at the data that you dare to hide
…they don’t care, they’ll find that trail that you leave behind
Every thought is public, if they want to they can read your mind
Privacy’s a lie to me, your eyes can’t even see the signs
…it don’t matter if you click it, they can see inside
…the terms of service agreement, another face of the evil
It’s just another placebo, an opiate for the people
… Realize you’re left in the trap
Regardless if you don’t install the messenger app
You’re ahead of the craft, black tape on the lens
But they’re getting ya fast, as they break your defense
So get rid of your trash, delete your history cache
But you’re never getting rid of everything in your past

THEY KNOW - Your private thoughts
THEY KNOW - What porn you watch
THEY KNOW - What gets you off

THEY KNOW - Your every step
THEY KNOW - Your schedule kept
THEY KNOW - Where you’re going next

[Verse 2]: JE Double F
Setting death in motion, leaving Earth on a high note,
Wastes of life, some of them are people that I know,
Take, give, waste skin,
Miles are important, shit I've seen, places I've been,
Walking the line between dead and unknown,
Two lane road where I was born is where I've grown,
A mystery found then lost,
Everyone wants to change the world but they won't front the cost,
YOUR LIFE, it's not as important as you think,
On the brink of insanity, it goes out with the sink,
When half the nation' impatient and can't think,
I know that we haven't evolved past the missing link,
DOUBLE F with the extinction touch,
Lucifer's executioners missing crutch,
No love, the world's erasing me,
Or maybe not, or what ever the case may be.

THEY KNOW - your private thoughts,
THEY KNOW - what you buy and bought,
THEY KNOW - what to think, what you mean

THEY KNOW - your every step,
THEY KNOW - your schedule kept,
THEY KNOW - where you're going next
Track Name: Tell Me
I wanna be a star, but I’m too weird for the swag rappers
You know that I spit raw, so I’m too hard for the backpackers
…I’m written off because I paint in the abstract
Instead of servin up a punchline for the laugh track
Regression is praised… to me that shit’s mad wack
Rapping like it’s 1990, am I havin a flashback?
I’m hearin all the hatin but it doesn’t matter cuz I’m gonna let you know
When everything is done the crowd’ll scream my name like Tetsuo
I never made a claim that I would pop a glock, I never made a beat for you to pop and lock
I’m sick of the ambivalent and corny motherfuckers looking back cuz all they wanna do is stop the clock
…Gotta make the nonsense stop, come and get it if you want it often hot
I don’t give a fuck about your freestyle, if it’s wack it doesn’t really matter if it’s off the top
…Yo I think you lost your shot. Stuck for the rhyme’s sake
All the shit I’m hearin’s like they spit in a blind rage
I ain’t gon warm up to a scene that’s stuck in the ice age
These rappers might as well be out there pimpin their Myspace

Tell me one more time that I’m obnoxious and tasteless
While my whole generation is subconsciously racist
Everybody wants to stay unconscious and wasted
So I could give a fuck if you find me abrasive

I’m ready to go, get ready to take notes
I’m that viking warrior y’all rappers can hate most
Shittin on your swagger, all I hear are the same tropes
Fuck your lyrics if it’s all gold chains, guns, and rape jokes
I spit with the bitterness while you talk shit with ignorance
This shit is like a cancer buried down to the ligaments
Think that you’re fly, but see to me you’re like Icarus
Soon you’re gonna plummet, phony wings are catchin fire and you’re fuckin ridiculous
I’m sick of motherfuckers out here claiming one love in the same breath as something homophobic
Rappin like they wanna be another Young Thug but they’re dumbing down the population, no one noticed
…everybody losing focus, reaching for the Sun, but who’s the closest?
pullin down the wool you’re getting everybody stupid got em eatin from your hand like you knew hypnosis
…think you’re something cuz you paid for follows, likes, and views?
Call yourself a poet when your rhymes are bottles, spliffs, and crews?
…Actin like God’s gift to tunes, Apollo’s chosen few?
I just think your gimmick’s getting hard to swallow, shit I’m through
Track Name: Vent
These words are a weapon, imperfect like a broken sword
Soaked in gore, blood splatter dripping from my vocal chords
It’s an open sore, every breath is damage
Every verse is cutting when I speak another passage
I’m a savage, sweating not to be another adage
Sweating not to be another talking head, passive
Each syllable’s visceral and I’m ripping atypical
Messages muddier but the spitting is pivotal
Welcome to the overdose, tales from the pharmacy
The chemical’s irrelevant, the venom is a part of me
Pardon me, 20 till I start to see
I’m coughing fire, so it’s getting kinda hard to breathe
I traded grey matter for cartridges
Microphone wires wove in bone muscle and cartilage
I don’t give a fuck about a scene
Everybody’s sleeping so I’m livin the dream

Hear these words and feel the abstract visions I dispense
Every breath I speak is just another way to vent

Spit another 16, down another 6 pack
…riff tracks for riff raff, a missmatch
Speakin in tongues, coded language is the distract-
-ion I use when I’m writing veiled diss tracks
…nix that, hit me supersonic
Sound waves tearing, but the bond is symbiotic
I got it, the knowledge I make an audio accomplice
Carnage in my veins burnin pen to paper hotness
I live inside my head like it’s a pocket dimension
And when I’m popped by my brethren I’ll still be rocking the heavens
Abstract thoughts from the top of my head and
I know it’s got to be severed. I’m not to messed with
Rat race runnin til my sneakers are ruined
Socks turnin red, feet are bleedin profusely
Glued to the track but I refuse to be losing
Soakin radiation, not a rapper, a mutant
Track Name: Generation of the Living Dead
We’re walking through markets on fire
Nostalgic, so everyone’s strokin the past
Wiping the sweat from our temples
Our goal in our mind we just hope that we’ll last
Boomers’ll ridicule, faded, so miniscule
Spewing to gloat and to laugh
Screaming and blaming the people who burn
While they’re standing there holding a match
We’re broken and crass, done in for life
We’re holding our baggage right under our eyes
Faking a face like we’re under the knife
Smiling while looking for something to fight
…we’re animals caged
Chewing the fat off a cannibal’s plate
The ringleader’s fixin to land us in jail
But anarchy’s only a stampede away
Sick of the plan, we can’t stand the insanity
Splitting humanity down
The middle, we’re livid and bitter and pissed
And we’re gripping to apathy now
We scratch and we scramble for answers
When really we’re all only after the crown
But fuck it, we’ll leave, let the capital burn
Cuz it’s time to abandon this town
They’ve alienated a whole generation
…we’re growing impatient
Sick of the myth that we’re broken and lazy
…from those who betrayed us
…they’re stoking the flames
…they don’t know the pain
Caused by their actions, it’s basic neglect
Now we’re fixin to get up and show em this rage

Generation of the living dead
You buried us but we will live again

You told us from birth and you drilled in our heads
That you want us to follow our dreams
Just go to college, you’ll get a good job…
As long as you’ve got a degree
But now we don’t dream cuz it’s been a damn while
Since anyone’s gotten some sleep
The world you prepared us for’s not what you handed us
All of it’s rotten deceit
You promised us everything, got us excited
And now you’ve the gall to call us entitled?
…we are what you made us
Now as we struggle you won’t even face us
…we’re sick in a haze
Paid all our dues and got minimum wage
…the system is set to exploit us
And now we all live with this rage
…you’re sick of us getting offended like
kids these days cannot laugh
…you cling to archaic ideas, it’s
that shit we have to smash
…your ignorant jokes are a product of
white patriarchal trash
…but winter is coming, these snowflakes’ll
soon be an avalanche
…you long for the “good old days”
But they were only good if you were straight male and white
…you long for American values
But patriotism’s been stained by the Right
Y’all have been called on your bullshit
And now you just run with it, stuck in a lie
But honestly we’re all just anxiously waiting
For y’all motherfuckers to die
Track Name: Propaganda (f/ Brzowski & Al Pist)
[intro]: Al Pist
Every frame they flash by our eyes is a message
If it doesn’t enlighten the mind it just oppresses it
Every frame they flash by our eyes is a message
If it doesn’t enlighten the mind it just oppresses it

Agoraphobic nation, blame placed adjacent
We’re looking for a villain in juxtaposed faces
…a new excuse to justify racists
TV escapists, made hate that’s shameless
…everything I know I learned from 80s action movies
…unbeknownst of the messages they’re passing through me
…Watch the silver screen, it’s not an answer now
…Listen for the stars, how’s that propaganda sound?
Tune in tonight when conditioning starts, find every whisper they’ve hidden in art
Cling to the signal, the glow is so comforting, it’s all you have when you live in the dark
Fill us with misguided terror to block any sympathy when all the misery starts
It’s easy to fucking ignore the effects because you’re not the one who will live with the scars
It’s easy to follow the action, they’re banking on nobody caring or knowing the facts
Justify murder by taking a sniper and paint a hero from a sociopath
We feel that Call of Duty, but we’ve all be monsters
Since before Hanz Gruber fell to Nakatomi Plaza

[bridge/hook]: Al Pist

Everything I know I learned from teachers in my school
That textbook salivation Pavlovian drool
Facts passed from the government to subservient subordinates
We’re taught to tie the noose while they kick out the stool

Every frame they flash by our eyes is a message
If it doesn’t enlighten the mind it just oppresses it
Every frame they flash by our eyes is a message
If it doesn’t enlighten the mind it just oppresses it

[verse 2]: Brzowski
Blunder bargaining chips pushed to table edge
Slumberers wheezing through and dream of pulling sledge
A new excuse to lionize incisors
A new platform if only to proselytize
Everything I know I learned from Karl Marx in the boonies
Never questioned theory and practice would not be congruent
NowI read a screen full of DIY How’s
Checking for the footnotes and subtle mines in the ground
5th column in essence, glitter of putrescence
Herald of presence, reflection of pressure
Believe hologram, hold hands with puppetry
Touch up the back drop to crop out the peasantry
Ship me a meme that will make any difference
Stem the supplies to contempt and to privilege
Poison the candy and sweeten the pottery
Jogging and training for Running Man Lotteries
Give me a gun and I’ll fight all your wars
Sell a Pepsi a Coke and a Coors
Lure me with freebies and promise of jobs
Follow Mcguffins or sleep w/ the slobs
Conceive summer jams, sand where rubber bleeds
Props to Ashcroft, enshrine a scorched earth policy

[bridge/hook]: Al Pist
Everything I know I learned from lookin behind the curtain
Fact checkin diggin dirt and attackin the uncertain
Extracting trapped verses like snatchin packed purses
And searching contents for context and subversion

Every frame they flash by our eyes is a message
If it doesn’t enlighten the mind it just oppresses it
Every frame they flash by our eyes is a message
If it doesn’t enlighten the mind it just oppresses it
Track Name: Echo Chamber
Yo, stop and listen, these politicians have got us tripping
I don’t wanna spend another thought upon their rotten mission
…foul attrition’s division, the sick have gotten rid of
Any passing vision that these criminals were not complicit
…They should be locked in prison, but that’s reserved
For slave labor, saved wages, those who do not deserve
Like people smoking the herb, cuz the judges are sellin em
They’ll make em a felon if there’s an abundance of melanin
It’s all about the Benjamins, burning down villages
The presidents are slaves to the dead ones images
Promising change, but their greed’s so limitless
We watch powerless, gritted in our bitterness
…This division is manufactured
It’s time that we get rid of this branded fracture
These grander pastures are a smoke stack’s pipe dream
And I don’t wanna think about it all or I might scream

[hook A]:
All at once let’s punch the ceiling
Kicking, scratching, knuckles bleeding
We just need a single reason
To continue breathing

I’m sick of the noise, we’re screaming into the void
We’re giving into the anger, our bleeding fingers destroyed
But now we’re missing the point. Stuck on ideology
Fuck, don’t even stop to breathe, Nothing’s what it’s got to be
…spitting rhetoric in faces till the cops’ll beat
our faces to the dirt. Are we criminals? Probably
Honestly, I’m carrying a match and a gas can
Heading for these bridges, ready, making a last stand
…Nowadays we can’t afford to be still
White American apathy’s fueling ignorant shills
But it’s easy when you’re not the one they’re fixing to kill
So swallow your pride, we’ll down the bitterest pills
So fuck the right, fuck the left
These lines in the sand will kill what’s under our chest
The lesser of two evils’ just a better way to kneel
So if that’s your motivation you were never for the people

[hook B]:
Every day annihilation gets a little closer
So every day nihilism seems like a better way to think
I just wanna drink
I just wanna make it all vanish in a blink
Every day annihilation gets a little closer
So every day nihilism seems like a better way to think
I just wanna drink
Cuz I’m gettin pushed right down to the brink

[hook A]:
All at once we punch the ceiling
Kicking, scratching, knuckles bleeding
We just need a single reason
To continue breathing
Track Name: Moblins
Nowadays these streets looks like a Herschell Gordon Lewis flick
Dialed triple digits you’ll be introduced to gruesome shit
… lit in red and blue, murders for the revenue
This self important bogeyman is gunning for the end of you
…they’re full of shit, don’t you ever hear that bully spit
his rhetoric, a method getting steam until you’re fully lit
Barrel to your temple, look for any sign or little twitch
…But before he even got here felt that finger itch
…You can see it in his eyes, the real motivation
Struggle for some plants allows a badge to thin the population
…a new excuse to keep you under lock and observation
Contemplation led to lock ups, slave labor nominations
…Hear the sirens? This the march of the moblins
Listen for that call, the pigs are lootin and robbin
Laughing to each other just to drown out the sobbin
All within a broken system that shows no sign of stoppin

…Little soldier boys marchin out the anthill
…Gonna turn this fuckin town in to a landfill
…Another standstill, another man killed
…Time to feed, but I’m gonna bite the hand still

The road to hell is paved with good intentions
Like a blind eye when the method turns offensive
We can feel that dread for the judgement they’re dispensing
And you really wonder why you’re lumped in with resentment?
Good or bad, it matters not, it’s just another clock to punch
Let’s not twist the saying, you know spoiled apples rot the bunch
…now the orchard has been deemed as more important than the
people they’re supposed to feed, they’ll bleed us dry, abhorrent
…fuck it all, let’s burn this system to the ground
Listen to the howl, my ears are ringing from the sound
You’re sick of the names? I’m sick of the gore
You think you’re a badass? I only think you’re a boar. (get it?)
…No, I’m not concerned with you
I wanna end this network that they hide their murders through
Power’s nasty habit, it brings out the worst in you
But you’re with us or against us and you’ll share this burden too
Track Name: Permanent Vacation (f/ Old Self & Bald Afro)
Suckin on a bottle like I thought it was a shotgun
Down a Nuka Cola till its givin me that rot gut
Not such a good idea, that gamma radiation
Seepin in my veins, nothin but a standard operation
…God damn, we really Cronenberg’d the world up
Aerosole’d the ozone until our cities burnt up
Headed for oblivion, giving in and we’re doomed
Soon we’ll view the missiles, room to rubble to tomb
I’ll crash the Interceptor through some zombies in the underpass
Park it on their carcasses, we’ll hot box with mustard gas
An age of fire and we’re never gonna run it back, fuck the past
Born in blood and gas and you can’t fuck with that
Find me in a hockey mask screaming “just walk away”
I’m laughing but I’m feeling kinda off today
It’s chatter from the gallows when I’m caught enraged
Our chapter isn’t over but we’ve lost the page

[verse 2]: Old Self

[verse 3]: Bald Afro
Track Name: Get Up
Just tell me that it’s possible, livin off my writtens
I’ll die grippin a mic spittin fire to light rhythms
There’s voices in my cranium dissin like “why listen?”
“You spit about struggle, buggin, but filtered through white privilege”
…I’m trippin, these voices are mine
If you stare me in the soul you’ll see the void in my eyes
I can’t avoid the noise poison destroying my mind
So I’ll toil inside, each rhyme grinded from a rough spot
…while I shamble looking like a living mugshot
A rebel disheveled, I see in visions all bloodshot
…rapping yet I’ve fed on metal and punk rock
Never gonna settle, yet I’m betting on one shot
Caught in a stun-lock. I harden to lose it
While I’m chasing white rabbits in the art or the music
My muse is refusing, it’s stupid, maybe I’m late
But It’s all downhill so I’ll continue to skate

I’m ambitious but I’m lazy so I’ll shake the stress and stay in bed
Create a nest and lay to rest the path I chose to fake distress
…I’ll just make a mess, excuses halt the process
Give another week I’ll have a new unfinished project
I need to cut the nonsense, there’s a couple shows I’ve gotta book
Some verses left to finish and I’ve gotta fix this shoddy hook
…damn, I really ought to make another comic book
…not to waste a major. Rapper? Failed illustrator
…staring at the dust collecting on my bristol paper
I’ll complete the mission later, I’m a bitter hater
Fashioned from an ill creator. I’ve sampled
A path or two and cancelled plans to hide from empty panels
…from every angle I see kingdoms I’ve abandoned
Left in shambles, shit I’ve started but I never stick the landing
…stuck in plot holes thinking too pedantic
I stand between phantoms and fandoms banded into panic

Get up, get up, get up, get up outta the way
I don’t wanna stall, don’t wanna waste one more day

I thought I’d be a critic for a minute, spittin livid opinions
But even I’ve got my limits and that shit wasn’t fulfilling
…or maybe I just couldn’t commit
But I divided up my time like I was looking to slip
I think I’m hooked on this shit, self loathing, I’m a basket case
…inner demons gaining leverage with each passing day
Telling me that I should just quit, dip, and pass the blame
…now I mask the pain, living is a masquerade
…but this depressing shit won’t captivate an audience
Not that it’ll matter if I never put em onto this
And props’ll never come from only hard drives full of rawness, kid
…so let’s get em released, unleash demons to breathe
this hell fire and yall can start feelin the heat
…I’m done with passive masochist tendencies
My wanderlust must die before it’s actively ending me
I’m ready to burst before these thoughts get the best of me

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