Escape From New Haven DEMO

by LOACH

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Recorded by Jake the Snake at 69 Daggett st unit 1-1 in New Haven CT 2012

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released August 1, 2012

thanks Jake you the man

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LOACH New Haven, Connecticut

4 piece hardcore punk band from New Haven CT here to fucking destroy everything.

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Track Name: Twelve Rows of Teeth
12 rows of teeth and no tongue to taste with
he’ll eat you regardless cause you smell delicious
like sweat and malicious intent
and we know down to the cent how much money you’ve spent
on your smile, blood stained and berserk
you can bat your eyelashes but that never works
cause he’s hungry and he likes the scent of your bones
he’ll shit your soul out on the door step of the house you call home
Everyone’s a critic but no one likes being critiqued
we all witness injustices but no one seems to speak

there’s a fine line drawn between right and wrong
and they’re pissing on it
they’re shitting on it
Track Name: Missionary Possession
Fuck your glorified, brain-dead, force-fed, inbred religion
I’ve heard your speech you fucking leech, I’m free to make my own decision
You chose to slave for ghosts through this gift of life we’re given
Fuck your glorified, brain-dead, force fed, inbred religion
All I know for sure is one day I’ll be in the ground
You read too far between the
Hollows of their orgy holy, horrid, and abrasive
the hands in front of their eyes are now melting to their faces
cult-like they sip spite and try to put us in their places
teach their children how to hate and fear the hell that they’ve created

All I know for sure is one day I’ll be in the ground
All I know for sure is one day I’ll be in the fucking ground
You read too far between the lines
Saying grace to your unholy ghost
I’d like to see the face you make with my hands around your throat
I burn the alters that bear an altered morality
swallow all the stones you’ve thrown
sit back, smile, and watch it burn
Cause you read to far between the lines
so I sit back, smile, and watch it fucking burn
Track Name: Hellish
Growing older, growing distant
from delusions school teachers drilled into my existence
I could’ve been president, could’ve been something
besides the careless young corpse of a bastard in a casket
Every year I feel more like a child
more and more foolish and unaccomplished
my drug of choice: Despondence
I drink it in 40 ounces
sleeping through secrets and waking to ambivalence
I owe everyone I know
Every year I feel more like a child
more and more foolish and unaccomplished
my drug of choice: Despondence
I drink it in 40 ounces
sleeping through secrets and waking to ambivalence
I owe everyone I know
I sow seeds where nothing with grow
living in filth surrounded by flies and vermin
I think they’re more bothered by me than I am by them
Track Name: Right Hand // Molting Limbs
- Right Hand-
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There’s never been a revolution without violence
there’s nothing quite as seductive as silence
we’re all constantly under surveillance
force feed us fear until we’re forced to accept this
you’re not a human being, you’re a paper trail
and your American Dream is nothing but a fairy tale
characterize us all as common criminals
guilty till proven innocent, their system’s scorn is terminal
I’m chewing all my fucking fingers to the bone
this city’s overcrowded I just want to be alone
their influence is everywhere, they litter streets with lies
attacked by advertisements till I cut out both my eyes
They called it quits on giving a shit
so long ago that I don’t think anyone even remembers it
gave them an inch, they took a mile
it won’t be long till we’re all silently marching single file

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- Molting Limbs-
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Sleepy eyes with a sickness to speak of
and you speak…you speak
loose lips leaking nightmares of leprosy
I’m molting limbs come lay holy hands upon me
anointed in anonymity
bless me in breathless beauty
anoint me in my own hostility
bless me oppress me

arrest me for I could surely
be the Anti-Christ you speak of, the ruthless storm approaching
six hundred sixty-six, sleepless eyes with sleepless tricks
sprouting from both heads of the beast you’re poaching
I am the devil that you don’t like to dream of
well dressed and well-spoken I shake the hands of wealthy men
I am the sickness that you don’t like to speak of
I will devour you alive from the inside

I bear this cross upside-down
let the blood rush to my head as they force it in the ground
observe me, this is your exhibition
televise my tyranny, see the terror in tradition

Sleepy eyes with a sickness to speak of
and you speak… yeah you speak
loose lips leaking nightmares of leprosy
I’m molting limbs come lay holy hands upon me
anointed in anonymity
bless me in breathless beauty
anoint me in my own hostility
bless me oppress me