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Self Titled E​.​P

by Drexler

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PATRICIDAL TENDENCIES When did you decide that loyalty to your progeny was something you could chose. Reprehensive and self absorbed, so corrupt you can not feel the shame and so you've left your absence unexplained. So let your lungs breathe deep, they won't fail you now. These aching sleepless nights we'll cast aside somehow. Though you were branded with his name the only thing left to remain. So now the tree has grown but you will never reap what you have sown. A history now that will go unknown. And within yourself can't see your mistakes. Stakes have never been so high - an abandoned future left to die. So let your lungs breathe deep, they won't fail you now. These aching sleepless nights we'll cast aside somehow. Though you were branded with his name the only thing left to remain. And so your words they'll never hear again and yet your blood still flows through their veins. Can't part with it with the ease that you left them and these genetic reminders they're tearing from within. And through these lost years two things she can't help but retain. A burning rage that their pills never can tame. And one undying wish were there a place for penance due, you'd populate the likes of it for a life untrue. (Not autobiographical, fortunately. Dedicated to shitty fathers everywhere) Lyrics - Chris
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Johnny 03:10
JOHNNY Johnny lost his first love in the schoolyard . A victim of youthful brawn, in its raw aphrodisiacal form. But the love lost was a lesson learned, a stored memory of the burn. A cue point from which to gain future power, future money, future shame. So nail the weak to the wall. Set up the frail for the fall. The public's fooled and drunk eyes taken off the ball. Wave the flag for a distraction. Filled your pockets with your actions. As we blindly bicker and fight - left hand holds us down sets us all up for the cold, hard sledgehammer of the right. And Johnny raises a glass to those who taught "can't fuck the fuckers . Fuck the fucked". Lyrics - Rob
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Dying Breed 03:39
DYING BREED The discovery came as a surprise, the last of a dying tribe hiding in full sight. In the vast suburban plains holding onto all they had gained as the hordes float in on the tides in the the bay. I hope you are what you say you are - a dying breed. A victim of your intolerance, a product of your greed. Your own hypocrisy stains your stance and mindless, thoughtless anger fills your rants. And the blame falls everywhere, except for where it should. On shoulders too weak to hold the weight of your bigotry and shame. I hope you are what you say you are - a dying breed. A victim of your intolerance, a product of your greed. And when the rum, the guns, the burning rubber of your fun - it can't sustain you anymore. And you're forced to retreat I hear you cry of your defeat. White flags hoisted in the sky. And when the rum, the guns, the burning rubber of your fun - it can't sustain you anymore. And you're forced to retreat I hear you cry of your defeat. A history repeating it's worst crimes. Lyrics - Rob
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M.D.R 02:47
M.D.R Foundation set, bricks and cement. Behold another soulless monument of tempered steel and glass that gleams, tribute to funnelled wealth and crooked schemes. Freeway drone and plasma hum drowns out your conscience it overcomes any guilt - ethics retired. There's a truth outside that you're locked doors hide. Seems it's sold to us from birth, you trade your labour you'll gain your worth. They've turned the tables - nothing new. The well worn system's now askew. The dreams you're told you'll soon unearth remain buried despite your endless search. Beyond your walls lies a world unknown - out of sight, out of mind. Never been shown the crushing weight of a debt that screams, living on borrowed funds and buried dreams. Second job, third mouth to feed but chances slip through hands that bleed. Where frigid mornings meet crushing days, roll into sleepless nights then it begins again. Seems it's sold to us from birth, you trade your labour you'll gain your worth. They've turned the tables - nothing new. The well worn system's now askew. The dreams you're told you'll soon unearth remain buried despite your endless search. Your tactless feats buy tree lined streets. You taste success while we're fed defeat. Disparate lives lead to desperate cries - no solace in the night, a ship set to capsize. Your tactless feats buy tree lined streets. You taste success while we're fed defeat. Disparate lives lead to desperate cries. A noose sways in the breeze, he didn't have to die. Lyrics - Chris

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Drexler's debut self titled e.p

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released January 8, 2015

All songs written and performed by Drexler
Recorded by Tim Smyth @ One Punch Records in Dec 2014

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