It's that emptiness 
You feel it under your fucking ribs
And the aching in the limbs
Your broken mind churning overtime

Don't you know the pattern?
I've been living it for years and years

With you day and night
For the rest of your fucking life
And the aching in the limbs
Your broken mind churning overtime

Don't you know the pattern?
I've been living it for years and years

Falling headfirst into disaster, disaster after disaster
Don't you know the fucking pattern?
I've been living this way for years

How it'd be so easy just to leave this all behind
How it'd be so hard just to drive one thousand miles
How it'd be so easy just to leave this all behind

Head First

Are you waiting for a sign?
Maybe it's the empty hours weighing on your mind
Back and forth across the divide
Work and life made separate has led to the demise

The fruits of our labor have led to our demise
The fruits of our labor to sell us back their lies

All is lost and nothing in the end
With entryism all our struggles end when they have spent
Back and forth across the divide
Work and life made separate has led to the demise

The fruits of our labor have led to our demise
The fruits of our labor to sell us back their lies

Back and forth across the divide made separate led to the demise

Are you working?
For whose future?
For whose future are you working?

Across the Divide

Wondering who I'd be without the voice inside my head
Reminding me every day that I ain't worth a shit
Who are without the walls we build up in our heads
I'm scared to find out, so full of self doubt

Addicted to the easiest path to love
I don't care what it cost me, just get me above

Wondering how it would feel to have a day without regret
Where I don't spend my hours working or near a TV set
Who am I without this anxious anti-social sentiment
I'm scared to find out, so full of self doubt

Addicted to the easiest path to love
I don't care what it cost me, just get me above

Easiest Path to Love

Turns out it was just window dressing
What the hell were we expecting?
Build a paradise inside these walls
Let our comrades take the fall

Nothing holy about living in this land
So we try to tear it down, but I've got bloody hands

Not saying it's a conspiracy
More a consequence of history
It's called "progress” to back the murder
Of anyone inside their enclosures

Turns out it was just window dressing
What the hell were we expecting 
Build a paradise inside these walls
Let our comrades take the fall

Are our politics up the task, comrade?
Are our politics up to the task, tender comrade?

Bloody Hands

Crisis never ends
It's in the very walls that hold us;
The air we breathe
Only chance left is in opposition
In opposition to...
 
So whats left to do?
A war to end all wars
Try it again
End of history is a bore

“To establish and build the communist party is in fact to prepare the conditions for the elimination of the communist party and all political parties. To build a revolutionary army under the communist party and and to carry on revolutionary war is in fact to prepare for the conditions for the permanent elimination of war. These opposites are at the same time complementary.” - Chairman Mao 

War to End All Wars

Do you miss punk rock the way it used to be - a tight-knit scene, bands supporting rather than competing with one another, the DIY ethic, music played fast and loud because you love it that way; not because it's what's popular?
So did we.

Recorded/Mixed/Produced by Kevin Bernsten @ Developing Nations Recording Studio

Mastered by Brad Boatright @ AudioSiege

Former/current members of Subsist, Can't Say, Greasegun, Widows Watch, and Trashkanistan

Contact: brian@daggerpress.com

Ninety Six Ghosts