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These Cities, Our Graves
Trial & Error Records/ElevenfiftySeven Records
(2006)
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1. These Cities, Our Graves
2. The Walking Dead
3. Hollywood
4. Show Some Heart (Go Vegan)
5. R.E.S.P.E.C.T.
6. The Birth Of Tragedy
7. (Not Even) Silver Bullets
8. Suicide Girls
9. Q. What Do You Call Getting A Handjob From Mrs Calloway In The Back Of Her Jaguar? A. A Fucking Lie
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Credits
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Vocals - Sam Crocker
Guitars - Kris Bosman
Guitars - Ross McDougall
Bass - Joshua Moffitt
Drums - Israel McDean
Music written by Antagonist A.D.
Lyrics written by Sam Crocker
Recorded and mixed by Dave Baxter
Mastered by Chris Chetland
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1. These Cities, Our Graves
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We are dying
We are diseased
We are the cancer that's killing these streets
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We are dying
We are diseased
We are the cancer that's killing these streets
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2. The Walking Dead
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I watched myself dying
Choking on this fucking pathetic consumer death
My eyes are burnt
And my tongue is cut
And I’m lying
In a pool of my own blood
Coloured black from this parasitic poisoning
Coloured black because I hate myself
And I just opened my eyes
To see I'm sitting still in darkness
This world is fucking shit
This world is not mine
And I can’t rise above this filth
Dragged back down knee deep in shit
I'm fucking drowning
Go
Choking on this fucking pathetic consumer wasteland
And I'm buying
I bought it all
I bought my freedom for $9.95
And I don't feel a thing
I don’t feel a thing
I don't feel anything anymore
I don’t feel a fucking thing
I don't feel anything anymore
Are you searching for something?
Never feeling quite complete
Are you searching for something?
Never feeling quite complete
No one knows what they want
Who they are
Or where they are going
Because there is no answer
We're already dead
Already dead
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3. Hollywood
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Hollywood is the rotting heart of
A decaying nation
And this heart won't stop beating
Until we burn it down
Silhouettes, streetlights
You're killing yourselves
Just distractions
You weak motherfuckers
You're living your life on your knees
You weak motherfuckers
Modern culture is disease
You ain't living
You're just killing
You ain't living
You're just consuming
Hollywood is the rotting heart of
A diseased population
And this heart won't stop infecting
Until we burn it down
And this heart won't stop beating
Until we burn it down
You weak motherfuckers
You're living your life on your knees
You weak motherfuckers
Modern culture is disease
You ain't living
You're just killing
You ain't living
You're just consuming
And this heart won't stop beating
Until we burn this to the ground
​And this heart won't stop beating
Until we
Until we burn this city
To the ground
​And this heart won't stop beating
Until we
Until we burn this city
To the ground
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4. Show Some Heart (Go Vegan)
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The weak are getting weaker
And the youth are dead or pacified
You're living your TV dream
While innocents are bred to die
I'll take a stand for those who can't
I'll scream for those who can't speak
I'll take a stand for those who can't
I'll scream for those who can't speak
Go
Caged and slaughtered
A life of misery
Just to line the pockets
Of rich companies
While we suck at the hand of
Media and corporations
We grow fat and sedated
We kill and destroy
Our life is (go vegan) over consumption (go vegan)
Our life is (go vegan) over consumption (go vegan)
Caged and slaughtered
A life of misery
Just to line the pockets
Of rich companies
While we suck at the hand of
Media and corporations
We grow fat and sedated
We kill and destroy
​The weak are getting weaker
And the youth are dead or pacified
You're living your TV dream
While innocents are bred to die
I'll take a stand for those who can't
I'll scream for those who can't speak
I'll take a stand for those who can't
I'll scream for those who can't speak
Go vegan
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5. R.E.S.P.E.C.T.
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What has this become?
A loveless parade of inhibition?
A lack of morals
And respect
Now I'm a lover
Never a fighter
But this shit has to end
This shit has to end
This shit has to end
A lack of morals
And respect
Now I'm a lover
Never a fighter
Show some respect
You’re still a whore
Nothing more
Nothing less
You’re still a fucking whore
You’re still a fucking whore
Nothing more
Nothing less
You’re still a fucking whore
Nothing more
Nothing less
Keep your dicks in your pants scum bags
Keep your dick in your pants
Keep your dick in your pants
What has this become?
A loveless parade of inhibition?
A lack of morals
And respect
Now I'm a lover
Never a fighter
But this shit has to end
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6. The Birth of Tragedy
We are all fucking diseased
A cancer rotting in these concrete tombs
We built the cages
We joined the chains
Now we lie motionless in these cities our graves
As soon as I opened my mouth to breathe
I was choking on the irony
There’s no salvation left
I tried to find it
In a lovers’ eyes
And in them I saw this city ablaze
The tragedy we play out
Our lives burning
Like the crosses we cemented on the hillside looking down on us
A reminder of the disease that flows like blood through these streets
This is the age of hate
No second chances
This is the age of hate
No second chances
I live a life of spite
And that’s alright
And that’s alright
And that’s alright
I made my choice and I will fight for my convictions
I made my choice and I will fight for my beliefs tonight
7. (Not Even) Silver Bullets
After these years of running against their walls
My body is bruised
I'm bleeding
My mind is numb but kept alive my hope
But hope for what?
A fucking revolution?
Our fucking salvation?
The sun has already set on the ignorant years of my life
We watched it burn to a bitter ending
In the dawn of a jaded light
Now I'm at your daggers edge
Waiting for the final
Now I'm at your daggers edge
Waiting for the curtain to fall
Waiting for the final curtain
Waiting for the final
Jokes on you motherfuckers
You can’t kill what’s already dead
Jokes on you motherfuckers
You can’t kill what’s already dead
There’s something left in this cold heart
That tells me this
This ain't over
No this ain’t over
Jokes on you motherfuckers
You can’t kill what’s already dead
Jokes on you motherfuckers
You can’t kill what’s already dead
8. Suicide Girls
Cold skin to shaking lip
She is a shell for you
To be beautiful is to be raped…by love?
Just a lifeless longing
For touch
Screaming and clawing for more
With those 523940 eyes
She thinks it’s love
And in those m12 amethyst lips
She thinks it’s love
As you caress her cold body
She’s shaking
She’s empty
Just another shell for you
Fucking magician
Fucking mind control
Oh shit
Cold skin
In all its beautiful lust
Cold skin
You stole her innocence
You stole her beauty
She is empty
You clawed out her eyes
Her fucking eyes
9. Q. What Do You Call Getting a Handjob From Mrs Calloway in the Back of Her Jaguar? A. A Fucking Lie
All innocence is dead
All innocence is dead
All innocence is dead
All innocence is fucking dead
You can't lift your head
Don't act so proud
With your forked tongue
Spitting out my life
A sitcom vulture
Preying on people’s lives
Like you had the higher ground
What the fuck?
Your life’s a soap opera
It’s praising apathy
Masturbating over
These fantasies
Your life’s a soap opera
Praising apathy
Masturbating over
Fantasies
You can't lift your head
Don't act so proud
With your forked tongue
Spitting out my life
A sitcom vulture
Preying on people’s lives
Like you had the higher ground
What the fuck?
Your life’s a soap opera
It’s praising apathy
Masturbating over
Fantasies
Your life’s a soap opera
Praising apathy
Masturbating over
Fantasies
Not one word
Your throat belongs to me
I’ll take it from you
We'll tear your throat out
Cut you open to find
There is nothing inside
You’re fucking empty
No more words
This is a vow
Not one more sound
We'll tear your throat out
Leave you speechless forever
We'll tear your throat out
Leave you speechless forever
We'll tear your throat out
Leave you speechless forever
We'll tear your throat out
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