Desolation Sound

by Eric Boros

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released April 10, 2014

Recorded December 2013 at La Ruche/Thiers
Guitar/vocals by Eric Boros
Artwork by Ben Frey

Mixtape: i.mixcloud.com/CHM9vr

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Track Name: Survival Of The Fittest
It's another day with a schedule
And another million morons
Do what they must
I can't do it 'cause I hate it
These flaccid dreams
Job, spouse, kids, house
All that's left is to die
I can't live like this
Track Name: Mirror Image
I look at you and I have to laugh
You're not yourself, you're someone else
I think of you and I shake my head
Now you've just become what you once hated

Why don't you wake up, wake up and look around you
Before reality passes by and floats right past you
I used to like you, back when you were yourself
But now you're living your life trying to be someone else

You hate them for the clothes they wear
It's how you live, not how you dress
Your false front is fading fast
And just like them you can't confess

What you gonna do, what you gonna do when you get older
And your fake friendships start to die
The truth is kinda funny when you think about it
And your sorry past is hard to hide
Track Name: Brainwashed For Breakfast
Foul stereotypes, heroes and foes
Degrade their gender, put on their shows
It's time for us to let them use their heads
Rob them of their senses, leave them in the dark
False hope for a system that will leave it's mark
Time now for the machine to give up fascism's legacies
It's time for us to break their chains
Creeping death & masquerades, join the legions of a corrupt crusade
Ties to trivialities of lies and deceit until the walls crumble downward
Track Name: Invisible
This is not self-glorifying
This is not about conservative education
This is not about uniform efficiency
This is from the soul
This is life and love, and health
And the natural chaos around us
Let me become invisible with the colours of the earth
Fuck the coins that lead to pillows as you grow old and give in
My tatters and scars are there from living, not glimpsing
Track Name: Government Issue
We are your rulers
You are our slave-bots
We are your leaders
You are our little droids
You will do everything that we tell you
Or else you'll die 'cause we are your saviours

We are your government
Go ahead resist us and you'll die

We've got a name for you, it's the mega-dead
You'll die for us 'cause that's what we said
You are expendable
Care nothing for your lives or for your families
All we care for is our money
Hide in our offices while you bleed
And we'll give you a number
When we need you, you'll come to your masters

We are your rulers
You are our slave-bots
You will do what we say in order to get paid
Do it for the money
You will die working in a factory
Can't you see, it's not a life worth living
Living for the government

But we do this everyday when we know that it's wrong
Track Name: Myomniverse
By a brief moment, like a caption of a candle dripping wax
I see the look, like a connection of realisation
A single grain can mean as much as an omniverse
As long as I can make the connection twice
My flame still burns until I come to a conclusion, then it dies like day becomes night
As if my hard breath of air was the west winds blowing, I smile with content; inspiration.