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INDEPENDENCIES

When asked what our influences are, we realized everything was. Good and bad.

 BUTCH MCMASTER III - DRUMS/PRE PRODUCTION ANALOG FOSTEX R8

ALEX HONKE - BASS/DIGITAL REMASTERING/POST PRODUCTION/ MACKIE D8B/SAWPLUS32/Cooledit

DARREN GRUEN - GUITARS

DENNY LAIRD - VOCALS/LYRICS

When I was young I'd pledge allegiance 

to the flag, Independence filled my heart 

for lady liberty. 

As i got older and got busted for 

something lame, i got

to admit that little bitch just likes to 

play dirty.

When I was young we'd have somebody 

buy us beer. we'd pool together all our 

cash and choose the cheapest brew. 

As i got older and got passed the 

drinking age, getting served no longer meaned 

that I must act my age.

Swimming in a sinking circle, treading water sinking down. Floating backwards reaching for life. no direction I have found.

When I was young my nose was in the

television from the time I'd rise

until I'd lie, I'd waste away my day.

A fantasy lost upon the isle of

Gilligan. Can you beam me up with

Scotty's luck we'll end up lost in

space.

As i got o;der I wanted to smash my

TV up , there's advertisement,

advertisement, nothing on today. I

don't believe a single thing I hear or

see, they control our minds we must

awake and smell conspiracy.

Losing, nothing gained, I cry for life but nothing's sane. grasping for a future falling I still have to pay... my dues but I just walk away, I can't go on, can't escape what hovers over me, my world, spinning backwards falling on my face, I can't go on, as i step out slowly I fade Im losing my way.

Solo

When I was young my father smoked a

cigarette, a marlboro in a red soft

pack it looked so good to me. As I get

older and I scrape to feed my crave, I

must admit, I just regret, when he bums

a cig from me. 

A little bit older and another

cigarette, A filterless, tobacco

less, it taste so good to me. As I get

older and I bury myself in debt, I must

admit I still enjoy all my

dependencies.

My dependencies depend on me.