For Profit​/​/​Death

by Abject

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released 08 February 2014

Recorded Nov. 2013 by Tommy Guapo Neilino
Album art by Bobby Uribe

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Track Name: Low Point
Low Point
And so you find yourself, consumed with misery
And so you find yourself, but lost? - you'll never see
And so you find yourself, with no one else to blame
Two 32's down, and then a third to end the pain

(Chorus)
And Jesus Christ Never heard this song
And being sober never felt so wrong
Life ain't so funny at a whole new low
So I drink myself into a place I know

And so you find yourself without the will to fight
And so you find yourself consuming every night
And so you find that this is their theocracy
And soon you'll find that you will never fucking see...

(Chorus)
And Jesus Christ never shed his light
Intoxication never felt so right
Life ain't so funny at a whole new low
So I drink myself into a place I know

Life ain't so funny when you finally realize, Everybody's all the same, just as horrible as you!
Life ain't so funny when you finally realize that there are no easy answers - what the fuck you gonna do?
The seconds betting, with your begging and their change
With your bills for medication - yeah, nobody really cares
No second answers as the police chained their backs
All the intoxicated dancers never turned away their stares

Indoctrinated from birth - then educated for work
Your happiness is all a ploy for you to prove what you're worth

Two seconds singing with my 32 in hand - "Jesus Christ will never save us from the evils of this land"
A second thanks - you say the policeman has won, well at the end of the day - what the fuck have you done??

(Chorus)
Track Name: No Way Out
No Way Out

Finding your ways to pass the time
Finding your ways to keep in line
Mind your manners and your self-respect
Don't fuck it up and don't defect
And always remember that ... you are free, you are free, you are free

Say your prayers and buy a gun
Five days for work and two for fun
You're always entitled to live to win
Get down on your knees and you'll fit right in

Chorus-
Living in structure, living in line, blind to the fact
that you've been designed to
Have no way x3
Of ever making it out

Cogs in a system, links in a chain
born into service for capital gains, you'll
Have no way x3
Of ever making it out

Your plastic lives are full of shit
I'd rather die on a crucifix
You're self entitled, you demand the best
I hope you fucking die - and take the rest!

*Chorus Goes Here!*

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Enslaved we have no way
Enslaved we have no way
No Way
No Way
No way to make it out
Track Name: Vacation-Liquidation
Vacation Liquidation
In your country exists a company On every corner In every magazine
In your country exists a company Full of promises- But first
Sell us your life We’ll hand you the knife The money is rife We buy stock in strife
Forget your aspirations Enjoy your suffocation A freedom vacation Thank your global corporation
In your world exists a company We bought your lifeAnd sold you poverty
In your world exists a company - Stock opportunities! But first
One nation One global corporation One nation Free trade and exploitation
Track Name: King Stroodle
King Stoodle Bar
All my life I’ve been a fuck - Never fucking good enough
The different kid they told to quit - The different kid they never picked
All those years down the line Never did I change my mind
Sang to kids about awareness - Injustice and the world’s unfairness
The reality is I thought I sang in insignificance - I never really thought My lyrics actually stood a chance
To reach out to a group And tell them the truth - I never thought through my anger
I would actually reach the fucking youth - And in my slum before a show A kid once came up to me
Said I really appreciate What you guys do for us
Before I could say thanks He turned to me and said And I believe you’re The kings of the underground
And he sang
WooOOOoo -You’re the kings of the underground You control our boots with your sound
You’re the kings of the underground Behind your words we’ll never drown
So now I must reiterate That all my life I’ve been a fuck -
Never fucking good enough - The different kid they told to quit
All those nights I spent alone Grinding picks to the bone
Screaming at a fucking wall - Singing of my countries fall
And in my head I sank Thinking of what he said to me
Slowly going over All the possibilities
Of all those words I wrote And all those notes I bent
I sang for liberty And stealing every corporate cent
I’m sorry but In a society
No one should rule - The fucking free
He turned to me and said You sing for rights - You play for peace
And I say you’re the kings of the underground
And he sang