As Guilt Collects Dust

by LUNGLUST

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released 01 January 2013
Current Line Up:

Jeff Sykes - vocals
Eric Lee - guitar
Reid Calkin - drums
Nicholas Wolf - Guitar/Vocals
Brad Macomber - Bass

At Time Of Recording:

Jeff Sykes - vocals
Eric Lee - guitar
Eric Kelling - guitar
Devin Charette - bass
Nate Dress - drums

Produced by Devin Charette and Benny Grotto
Tracked and Mixed by Benny Grotto at Mad Oak Studio (Allston, MA)
Additional tracking by Devin Charette and J. Saliba at Trashy Mansion (Allston, MA)
Mastered by Nick Zampiello and Rob Gonnella at New Alliance East

Released by TDB Records / Witch Trial Records

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Track Name: Closed Casket
September ninth, twenty-nine
I’m driving home from work
Middle lane, shadow man
He stares and makes no movement
Swerve hard to the right
Glass shatters in my face
This dying man has taken flight

Blood drips from his mouth and head
I just wanted to be home instead
Don’t know why he left me with this curse

For what it’s worth this happens all the time
They all stare, no one says a word
Don’t want pity, just want to remind

I tell myself I’m not in jail
And so glad to be alive
My respect for life survives
Did an awful lot in my time
To all these petty things... goodbye

Times we laughed and cried
May he rest in peace
Don’t want opinion
Opinion’s no concern
Just want to live every single day alive
May he rest in peace tonight
May I be able to sleep
May I go to sleep tonight

Psychology, the taking of life
Can’t sleep at night
And nothing is working
Track Name: Broken Idol
Always on watch
While we sleep
Within arms reach
And yet you act surprised
Don't awaken us
Just sit and watch
For that I hope you die

I observe nothing made for fearing hands
You earned your honor grouped amongst the Charlatans
So tell us about your beautiful things
Each gift dangled and more than you asked for

You like the idol, clean the plate
Then bow down to greed and call it faith
Young and dumb and born to be enslaved
If you catch them at an early age

He was there
We don't need proof
I hope you die in your own confession booth
And what happens to all these men of cloth?
And who's name will we praise when we...
Cut their, cut their, cut their fucking heads off!

The vultures stay circling
Walking out, crawling home
Hushed not, waiting for that knock on the door
And now the midnight pins and needles
Only legs are sleeping
And you forget in your easy-chair with your neck slit

We were there
We don't need proof
I hope you die in your own confession booth
Young and dumb and born to be enslaved
If you catch them at an early age
Track Name: Revenge
Filth, it grows, then spreads, contaminates
Lays dormant and hidden away
Waiting for the chance to pump discontent through your veins
You need a reason, don’t need a reason, betrayal all the same

I would go get a gun, but bullets aren’t enough
To cure the mind of sickness and those devoid of love
And you can push the carriage and leave a trail of blood
Now that you’re out of breath, the rope is tight enough
My heart aches for you even still
Betray the trust, destroy the will
And have you taken all your medication?

Devoid of light, you are still beaming
A brilliance that shines from within you
We stare at the same sky and wonder
When does it end?

And when does it get better again?
You filthy swine with crossed out eyes, never again

You preyed on the powerless
Revenge
When all I see are living lies
Revenge
When all I see, I now despise
Revenge
And who’s screaming?
Revenge
You are screaming
Revenge
We’re all screaming

Devoid of light, you are still beaming
A brilliance that shines from within you
We stare at the same sky and wonder
Where does it end and when?

REVENGE
Don’t know the day
Don’t know the hour
REVENGE