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The High-Water Mark
02:53
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Do you ever look back on your life?
When everything made sense, and everything felt right
Before you got caught up by reality
Well, I refuse to let it get the best of me
Life makes more sense when you can sum it up with four chords
Scream your heart out, even though you don’t know the words
I miss the days before my friends drifted apart
When we could still see beyond the high-water mark
Where the wave broke and rolled back
Where the wave broke and rolled back
We all grow up to become motivated by greed
We’re working jobs we hate to buy things that we don’t need
And to impress all of those assholes we don’t even like
To keep the wheels turning for another black Friday night
Where the wave broke and rolled back
Where the wave broke and rolled back
We’re only trying to keep our hearts
We still cannot see the high-water mark
Where the wave broke and rolled back
Where the wave broke and rolled back
Where the wave broke and rolled back
Where the wave broke and rolled back
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2. |
Your God Is Dead
04:03
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Change the channel, change the station
Give me an update on the current situation
You haven’t read it in a while
That’s how it goes when you’re living in denial
How can you stay when you have to go?
You pray to gods you’ll never know
Still you’ve gotten no reply
Hell awaits when you die
Hell awaits when you die
Here is my reply:
Artificial lines of reason, or insanity?
Check your head, your mind is dead, your god is dead to me
The streets run red
And your god is dead
War and famine, death and cancer
You read the Bible looking for an easy answer
While you’re praying for redemption
But what awaits you is eternal damnation
Because your soul cannot be saved
You’re gonna rot in your grave
How does it feel to die alone?
Nothing left but your bones
Nothing left but your bones
You’re gonna die alone
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3. |
Drowning in Decay
03:27
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I used to think that I could make a difference
But now my thoughts are giving way to spite and bitterness
Give me your tired, your hungry and your desperate
The rich are getting richer, and the poor are getting restless
There is no future where I’m from
I had ambitions, but they’re dead and gone
Don’t wanna stay, I need to get away
Before I’m drowning in decay
Someone, explain to me the purpose of my contributions
When happiness and freedom are just illusions
I cannot stand to live my life in sobriety
Watching the destruction and corruption of society
There is no future where I’m from
I had ambitions, but they’re dead and gone
Don’t wanna stay, I need to get away
Before I’m drowning in decay
Do you think you are free?
You never were, and you will never be
When will you realise
You cannot spell “believe” without a lie
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4. |
Suburban Slavery
02:52
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My brain is dead, my mind is gone
I don’t think I can carry on
Work all night and sleep all day
I wonder what keeps me alive
Because this is mental suicide
Watch my body waste away
No interruptions
On my path to self-destruction
I’ve been choking on my own aspirations
Suburban slavery, my final destination
My head is numb, my back is sore
From waking up on the floor
I look around, but I cannot see
The city lights are burning bright
But that’s not what keeps me up tonight
My thoughts are caving in on me
No interruptions
On my path to self-destruction
I’ve been choking on my own aspirations
Suburban slavery, my final destination
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5. |
Beauty in Simplicity
03:42
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There is a watch around my wrist, but it is nothing but a
Constant reminder that I’m running out of time
So as I take another step and waste another breath
My heart keeps reminding me to appreciate
The beauty in simplicity, no life after death for me
No promise of a heaven and no threat of a hell
So burn my body in a parking lot, or bury me and let me rot
Six feet under because I could never tell
I’ll be dead and gone
I’ll be dead and gone
I’ll be dead and gone
I’ll be dead and gone
There is a cell phone in my pocket, it is nothing but a
Burden whose time has come, well I’m fucking done
No more technology for me, erase my memory
Take me back to a simpler time when sweet home was home
There is beauty in simplicity, no life after death for me
No promise of a heaven and no threat of a hell
So burn my body in a parking lot, or bury me and let me rot
Six feet under because I could never tell
I’ll be dead and gone
I’ll be dead and gone
I’ll be dead and gone
I’ll be dead and gone
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Wasting My Life
02:54
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I’ve got a bike that could take me anywhere, potentially
I’ve got the whole world at me feet, hypothetically
I’ve got a dog, but he is pissing on my floor
And I am certain that I’m gonna lose my mind any time soon
Wasting my time, wasting my life
Wasting my time, wasting my life
Am I wasting my time, wasting my life
Wasting my time, wasting my life, am I wasting all my time?
Another night, another drunken memory, essentially
I’ve spent my whole life chasing what I need to be happy
I studied hard and worked my fingers to the bone
But I have no time to be friendly cause I’d rather be alone
Wasting my time, wasting my life
Wasting my time, wasting my life
Am I wasting my time, wasting my life
Wasting my time, wasting my life, am I wasting all my time?
They say that friendships can conquer anything, potentially
They say that love will tear us apart, metaphorically
I’ve never met someone who thinks just like myself
But I am certain everyone sometimes wishes they were someone else
Wasting my time, wasting my life
Wasting my time, wasting my life
Am I wasting my time, wasting my life
Wasting my time, wasting my life, am I wasting all my time?
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7. |
Second Time Around
03:09
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Take me higher so I can see
Past these walls you’ve built around me
Should I swim for shore, or sink and drown?
I swear I’ll apologise the second time around
Who oh oh, who oh oh oh, the second time around
Who oh oh, who oh oh oh oh oh
I am antiquated
Rehabilitated
I am an adult, but a minor at heart
I am growing older, but I am never growing old
Never growing old
Pass the bottle, let it rest next to me
So I can lose my sense of doubt and dignity
Let me drown myself in rivers of wine
It helps me sedate the demons that live inside my mind
I am antiquated
Rehabilitated
I am an adult, but a minor at heart
I am growing older, but I am never growing old
Never growing old
Never growing old
That’s how the story goes
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8. |
Counted and Enrolled
04:37
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Legitimate power reduced by popular sovereignty
But tell me, what the hell defines a democracy?
Because if voting actually changed anything
Then the bastards would make it illegal, and that’s why we sing
You can object, but you will never win
They’re gonna hunt you down and pull you back in
You have the right to do as you’re told
Stand up, be counted and enrolled
And yes, I recognize the blatant irony
That the system I oppose affords me the luxury
Of biting the hand that feeds the masses
From the white collars to the working classes
Why would anyone want to give up
Their power, their status and their corrupt
Institutions only to become one of us
Another union of hearts filled with rust
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9. |
Rational Anthem
03:39
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Sipping whiskey in the morning
Same old routine every day, same old routine every day
My aging insides are rotting out
Live fast or die trying is what life’s about
Writing poems in the afternoon
Poetry about being free, poetry about you and me
Wearing my heart on my sleeve
I could never compromise what I believe
We are the drunkards united
We are the poets united
We are the bastards united
We are, we are
Singing anthems in the evening
We are the sons of no one, bastards we are, everyone
Honest and stripped-down rock and roll
And I do apologise for every song I stole
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