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.​.​. the Other Side of the Trakks

by Born Sick

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1.
You hate what you are, what you’ve become. Completely consumed, the guilt weighs a ton. Only venomous word cover the sores. The knife in your back can only be yours. Inject it, ingest it, cover it, protect it Consume it, digest it - your hate becomes your poison.
2.
I hear you laughing You act so debonair I hear your bullshit Breathing up my air I feel the judgement Contempt without a clue I taste the hatred I could fucking spew You’ve got a breathing problem So fucking easy to east to see You’ve got a breathing problem Yet you continue to breathe
3.
Hopeless not helpless Hateful and selfish Hellbent a deathwish Fucked up, yeah no shit Wake up sweating this sick is coming. Gotta get money you hit the ground running. Call and you call but no one will pick up. Ask for a front and he tells you to get fucked. Puke, shit, shake, dopesick! Stand on the corner holding a sign. Broke with no money so what’s yours is mine. Needed a twenty but only got five. Traded D’s asshole for only a dime. Puke, shit, shake, dopesick!
4.
I drank up all your booze And ate up all your food Puked on your girlfriend Then asked her to screw Woke up drunk as piss Then looked around a bit Stole what I could fit Copped me some heroin This shit got me too low I need some speed or blow Can I borrow 20 bucks I’ll pay you back you know Sorry for partyin I’ve lost my fuckin head Sorry for partyin You’ll probably find me dead Sorry for partyin I fuck up all the time Sorry for partyin When the party’s only mine
5.
Copout 02:50
There ain’t no god, ain’t no fuckin sin Just you and I and how you justify the way you feel within Welcome to hell, our Bastion of Filth Where we all die and it’s just “goodbye” No pearly gates revealed So bow your head and wish it weren’t so I got faith in me. I got faith, mine - the only faith I need to know The whole reason we wrote this song We won’t believe in bullshit There’s no god you’re fuckin wrong For those who blindly worship, it’ll fuck you in the end!
6.
Born Sick 01:21
Allergy of the body Obsession of the mind A needle in my bottle Every fuckin time I break out in handcuffs Each time I have a few You say I have a problem I say the problem is you We’re born sick!
7.
Shutup 02:14
Cracked lips - from always talkin shit Social suggestion from a fuckin hypocrite Passive aggression - A drama session No one gives a shit! So many names - makes me fuckin sick The pot never sits cause you’re always stirring it Another story sound much like the last Oh how you bore me with your bargain bin sass. An eye for judgement, a mouth for talkin shit. Gossip is your passion and no one wants to hear it! He did, she said, holy shit did you hear? How can you talk so much and still drink your beer? It’s old product and none of us are buying so stop talkin shit cause we know you’re lying! I’ve had enough - you talk too much You stupid cunt - just shut the fuck up!
8.
Put down the booze Had to kick the dope Laid off the duster And had to quit the coke No more pills Nix’d the gold caps Swore off LSD Promised no more crack What the fuck I’ve gotta have something Now my only kicks are caffeine, cigarettes and fuckin Done with speed Hated PCP I’m pro weed Simply ain’t my thing Put down the booze Had to kick the dope Laid off the duster And had to quit the coke
9.
Hardstop 01:35
Who am I, who are you? What the fuck, are we gonna do? My inspirations in a puddle on the floor The cops are beating a hole in my door My head’s too loud to connect a thought A Violent scream cause that’s all I’ve got My situation has declined to piss poor My head is wearing a hole in my floor Everyone’s gone but the silence is not Just breathe deep cause it’s all I’ve got I lashed out like a thousand times before I got it bad, what’s worse, I need more My mind is gone but my hatred is not I’m takin a chance cause it’s all I’ve got My mind is back, not a whore anymore I got back all I had torched and more Obsessions gone but the allergy is not I give what I have cause it’s all I’ve got
10.
Death Note 03:10
By rig, rail and bottle you were digging your own grave. No one believed it when we heard the news break. Said you shoulda seen it; said stop before it’s too late Your were going full throttle, living lies only caused pain - so here’s the TRUTH. It’s not too late to make a change When you were found you had a finger on the call sign. But your one final push only connected to a flatline. The song is for those can no longer speak. But who’s message is clear through each empty seat. We’ll speak their truth.... Death won’t wait; make a change!

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released September 28, 2018

Written, recorded, mixed, and mastered by Born Sick at Castle Oblivion, Vancouver, WA. 2018.

Becky: Vocals
Nate: Guitar/Vocals
David: Bass
Ryan: Drums
Brian: Lead Guitar

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