Formed 1993 in Winnipeg, MB, Canada. Disbanded 1995. Below is our entire recorded output, which you can also download in MP3 format.
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Burnt
How can I stop my ears from burning? Don’t we feel after our smiles conceal our forked tongues? Haven’t we gone too far when our words mask our true feelings? Can you hear me? My ears are burning. Don’t we feel after our smiles conceal? This foundation that we find our stability is a crumbling structure anchored to our insecurities.
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Five Billion
I’m tearing away at this frayed moral fabric that blankets our lives and blankets our eyes, and keep us from seeing what our true selves can attain. Taught to follow our peers, taught to hide our fears — to stifle what can help us grow if we let it out. What if I acted each time I saw the chance, wrote the moment I felt the urge, spoke the second I felt the need? What if? So many empty promises of things to do tomorrow. Apathy breeding apathy. And we’re all more than happy to accept. (Don’t question.) Why bother to create when it can be created for you? Just sit back: we’ll choose what you like, we’ll choose what you want. You just accept your music, your movies, your magazines: their lies. They’re not yours. You just maintain this mass consumer machine. What if we all acted, wrote, spoke? What if? I’ll never tread their path. I’ll break what’s conditioned me to stifle what can help me grow if I let it out.
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Hope, Despair, Certainty
We must reject what’s offered to us. We must forget what’s expected of us. We fail to see that their attractions are just distractions to keep us occupied and unaware. We fail to reduce, we are daily seduced by crass materialism. These class divisions keep us sheltered, occupied and unaware. We’ll be sand in the engine that drives this system.
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Luke:2
The word of your lord has been pushed in my face for far too long. Your top-down authority must be brought down, your incorruptible kingdom must be brought down to earth. To a level of acceptance, to a plane of relation. There can never be peace with the ideas that you preach. A vengeful god indoctrinates a violent mind. Hypocritical, patriarchal, and inapplicable to my life. There is no spiritual quest, no communion with souls. Can’t you see? Have you been blinded by the light? Can’t you see? You are dying with Christ. No longer. I’ll be confident in what I choose to believe. Not in what I’m taught to believe. Not in what I’m told to believe. Not in what I’m forced to believe. Your mind has been sealed with the cross of Christ forever.
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Luke:2
The word of your lord has been pushed in my face for far too long. Your top-down authority must be brought down, your incorruptible kingdom must be brought down to earth. To a level of acceptance, to a plane of relation. There can never be peace with the ideas that you preach. A vengeful god indoctrinates a violent mind. Hypocritical, patriarchal, and inapplicable to my life. There is no spiritual quest, no communion with souls. Can’t you see? Have you been blinded by the light? Can’t you see? You are dying with Christ. No longer. I’ll be confident in what I choose to believe. Not in what I’m taught to believe. Not in what I’m told to believe. Not in what I’m forced to believe. Your mind has been sealed with the cross of Christ forever.
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How Does It Feel To Be The Last One Picked?
What are students? Commodities in the market of education. What are teachers? Unknowing accomplices in the robbing of innocence, the spreading of lies. The teachers whitewash the blackboard with whole lies which the students accept as half-truths. Shrugging it off that there’s nothing they can do about it anyway, too illiterate to realize that as a whole they can do whatever the fuck they want. This educational structure moralizes cooperation while at the same time instills competition in the hearts and minds of every child. This educational structure has nothing to do with the betterment of the student or humynkind — just an assembly line churning our good little workers who strive for excellence in the self-serving way they’ve been taught. You always said it was for our own good. We always assumed you were telling the truth. You lied to us.
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Prolefeed
I’m tearing away at this frayed moral fabric that blankets our lives and blankets our eyes, and keep us from seeing what our true selves can attain. Taught to follow our peers, taught to hide our fears — to stifle what can help us grow if we let it out. What if I acted each time I saw the chance, wrote the moment I felt the urge, spoke the second I felt the need? What if? So many empty promises of things to do tomorrow. Apathy breeding apathy. And we’re all more than happy to accept. (Don’t question.) Why bother to create when it can be created for you? Just sit back: we’ll choose what you like, we’ll choose what you want. You just accept your music, your movies, your magazines: their lies. They’re not yours. You just maintain this mass consumer machine. What if we all acted, wrote, spoke? What if? I’ll never tread their path. I’ll break what’s conditioned me to stifle what can help me grow if I let it out.
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Burnt
How can I stop my ears from burning? Don’t we feel after our smiles conceal our forked tongues? Haven’t we gone too far when our words mask our true feelings? Can you hear me? My ears are burning. Don’t we feel after our smiles conceal? This foundation that we find our stability is a crumbling structure anchored to our insecurities.
Thanks.