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Destroy All Calendars

by Run with the Hunted

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Stepping On Cracks (free) 03:40
Stepping on Cracks Pouring over these pages Searching for an answer to a question I never even wanted to ask But the fact remains You're gone and never looking back Doesn't matter much Cause I'm looking down anyways My head's quite heavy these days Weighed down by an honest Lack of understanding I gave you everything I had You gave me nothing back I'm pulling out my hair And planting all the roots Touch the sun for me baby My spine is broken Bent over backwards One too many times It was never enough And if you could fill these bags under my eyes What would you put in them? Once again you've got Nothing left to give So I've limped my way into a corner And I'm bleeding miserably Hand me another bandage will ya? So much time spent chasing ghosts My life is haunted So fucking haunted I won't let you see me like this So close your eyes and just walk away Your eyes betray what your lips won't say Agony the world will never see All I'm losing is me
2.
Of Course It's Dark, It's a Suicide Note The world we know is dying. The world we knew is dead And even though we're trying, I know that it's too late To save a dying breed takes strength and compassion beyond belief Living in the ruins of this failure is enough to break the best of us So why help build it up, when we can tear it all down? But if there's something to be said for all the innocent blood that's been shed It must be that life is beautiful To value that which matters most, to love and laugh and hold it close They can't take that away from me I'll choose my battles carefully but I will always choose to fight Injustice is never acceptable Mark my words, when the tables turn You'll be the one staring down the barrel of a gun When the odds are stacked against you the world can seem unfair They make the rules to serve their interests They taken everything I love and sealed off every entrance But what they fail to realize will see to their demise They rape and steal, they lie and kill They're fucking empty inside They fight for nothing And leave us with something worth fighting for Something worth fighting for
3.
Time and Pressure When I say I’m losing, What I really mean is that I’m on my way To being lost in something more Well that doesn’t sound so bad now does it? I’ve rubbed shoulders with people looking to be found To be someone, To be something, To just be proud To tilt their heads back and bask In a lukewarm spotlight Cast down from catwalks of superstition I’ve shaken hands with men Whose finely tailored suits Just didn’t fit Clothes don’t make the man So stop wearing yourself thin To a clinical observer of the human carnival The games all sound the same “Pick me, pick me, love me, use me.” They call to each other like crickets at dusk And I rock myself to sleep Softly, to their song There’s music in the sky if you know how to listen up There’s power in the soil if you let yourself believe And there’s good company to be found at eye level Stop looking up, stop feeling down Stop trying to be found Lose yourself There’s a liar in everything familiar
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Destroy all Calendars How can this be? How could this have possibly happened? Everything I’ve ever been told, merely a lie Wrapped up in comfortable mythology Suffocated by false pursuits of happiness A culture born at any expense From the ashes of history this monolith rises Skyward, ascending reality Leaving in its wake a trail of blood For a saddened existence A societal foundation built on careful calculation Lies and insanity, superego and conquest, unhappiness in destruction Hand in hand When the outcome rules the process, When the end consumes the means, We leave ourselves with one option: extinction But these ideas run deep Firmly rooted in an inferior superiority complex What cannot be conquered can never be understood What does not assimilate must be destroyed Whatever it takes to feed this insatiable civilization I hang my head and tense my body in horror In defiance. For I have ripped this culture’s veil from my tired eyes Peered into its mythology long enough to realize, I don’t want to be a part of it another day I don’t want to be a part of it another fucking day

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released March 30, 2009

Recorded in September of 2008 by Cory Spotts.
All music by RWTH.

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