Electric Chair - Performative Justice Lyrics
1. Low
motor fast and recklessly
thrill is what I'm searching for
couple of grams of debris
can't have drugs without a war
autonomy in fantasy
I just want to be ignored
no one left the rope for me
could've been a friend of yours
in the night I grit my teeth
hard to keep my guts beneath
out of help; out of place
my body stands a piss disgrace
every night is something tragic
never been so down on luck
you tell me you know magic
ask the stars why you're dumb as fuck
2. House of Abuse
long parties
lack of sense in harm reduction
alcohol consumption
I do your impression
poetry for idiots
a shitty dance backs fucked up laments
I beat my head with a brick
I beat few more times and turn someone new
when I see the people
playing in the street
my eyes tear up yellow
I spit at their feet
sad stories
ignorance is my reputation
I'm not a good person
poor obscure production
in love with our trauma
screaming through the night
your bullshit artists
thank you! good night!
live from the house of abuse
3. Casino
cleansing
I deserve to live
disposed of god's ego
dropped it off the side of the road
my eyes start to glow
sacrificial sin
watch everything start moving
everyone is here
I think I'm going missing
sacrificial sin
lit up bright like a casino
las vegas; lost a while in reno
I've gone so far that the eye can't see
lucky number's always been 3
driving under neon sign
omens somewhat eerie
no I won't come home this time
but I'm not thinking clearly
evidence must go
wandered far from my black paint home
my knife starts to grow
sacrificial sin
4. Law Means Nothing
religious vanquish
one more dead lover
down the hatch
a dollar for suffering
hate and for class
we're so hurt and we're so poor
we can't protest anymore
they don't clear snow in this part of town
liquor stores open; keep your face down
always kept that face down
law means nothing; you are strong
they say who you are is wrong
law man comes and takes as he pleases
and litters the neighborhood with diseases
it fucking hurts; I've got your back
drenched in rain and dressed in black
endless chain through maniacs
I want to hit them fucking back
they set us up they want us dead
but I don't give a fuck
they made the killing fields into these city streets
I burn every flag I steal
5. Double Cross
are you living in fantasy where karma really exists?
pathetic growls and whimper sounds and rotten smelling spit
stand again double crossed by the ugliest of the pricks
you're a fucking decay
I will never be
soon we'll find you kicking trash
frozen in an alley
you're the fucking decay
it's no mystery
soon we'll see you off yourself
suburban obscurity
I know I won't see you again
conspiracy was rife
I drink alone with cut to bone
and wish you'd suck my knife
followed me like a snitch each day
sentenced in my strife
go fall down your darkest holle
and take your sorry life
you thought you were fucking clever
snip our ties; you were never
all my trust: lost forever
stand in blood; hands been severed
