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Less Than Nothing

by Joe Bailey

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1.
Demon 11:07
Home, you're home, you don't want to go. Work, just work, you don't need to know. He doesn't listen, he just pins back your ears. Linked through division, a heart suppressed by fear. Grow, just grow, release your own shadow. Time waits for no one, snuff out the burning snow. Remove the brain's corrupted files, impede on the way in. This madness cramps your style, and that style is wearing thin. A mountain of miscues, the makeup on a bruise, And the bruise could fade away, and the scar becomes your muse. Drown in the water, turn your mind off, turn your life off. Float in the water, turn the light off, turn the light on. And the mud beneath the surface, has been camourflaged with stones. They are frail yet resplendent, in their cage of skin and bones. And the bricks we build our homes with, are feeble on their own. But they paint a bigger picture, when our homes are fully grown. And the zeal in your heart tingles more than a funny bone, And sings as low as a baritone, Shivers down and up to your collarbone, Euphoria is kicking in! And the worms in your head wriggle 'round like a puppet show, Ulcerating in stereo, This is nothing more than a cameo, The warrior is digging in! Please leave me on my own, Please don't leave me, all alone. Remove the brain's corrupted files, impede on the way in. This madness cramps your style, and that style is wearing thin. A barrage of deceit, playing on repeat, The control is in your hands, and the plague is at your feet. Grow, just grow, release your own shadow. Time waits for no one, snuff out the burning snow. Please leave me on my own, Please don't leave me, all alone.
2.
My Evil Eye 09:23
I hide myself, to hide all. I brace myself, for the dogged downfall. I cross myself, when night falls. I lock myself, within these cell walls. And I fight with the senseless fury, Trying to alter the state of mind. I'm the ink slinger in this story, I need a champion to get behind. When my eyes are glued to bright lights, Then the flies infest my own sight. Everyday, my green eyes take a piece of me... When my eyes are glued to bright lights, Then the flies infest my own sight. Everyday, my green eyes take a piece of me, Extract the brain from me... Once upon a time, I was a picture on the wall, glowing in the light. The lights were fading, and the colours would run into the darkness of the night. Although my evil eye has no place here, he is rigid and relentless. And the butterflies, they still dance inside of me, they are drawn to the light. And the other flies, tag along for the ride, no matter how hard I fight. And the green lights are burning holes in my skull, they wear me down and it hurts. Will I ever procure my own medication? Could I maybe gain and induce an operative cure? Could I rid the demon of his own creation? Can I expel the flies out through my pores? I hide myself, to hide all. I brace myself, for the dogged downfall. And I fight with the senseless fury, Trying to alter the state of mind. I'm the ink slinger in this story, I need a champion to get behind. When my eyes are glued to bright lights, Then the flies infest my own sight. Everyday, my green eyes take a piece of me, Extract the brain from me...
3.
Gravity 14:16
Here comes the sun to light the eyes, To dynamize body and mind. Provide the rays and lead the way, And we can kill you everyday. We need you here with us, This life is all we have. Little voices cannot sing, When we tie them up with string. Pump the water with debris, Choke you out and leave you be. The world is set ablaze, This life is we all we have. When the sun is shining, And the clouds are hiding, All the tears wiped away, Can you hear your heart arriving? No more needless fighting, No more nail biting, All the anger fades away, But it always seems to find it's way. And in this life we pave the way, With love and countless mistakes. We float around but there's a gravity, That likes to pull us down. All the scars combining, All the hearts aligning, All the fears kept at bay, Can you feel your blood refining? No more fruitless riots, No more awkward silence, Glorify and liberate, Purify and celebrate. And in this life we pave the way, With love and countless mistakes. We float around but there's a gravity, That likes to pull us down. Yeah, there's a gravity, That likes to drag us down. Deep within, inside the veins there's a sanguine holiday, Thinning the blood, thickening the mind. It tells the brain that everyday is Christmas Day, But Good Fridays are never far behind. And the thorns are digging in, And the laughter fades away. The despair is kicking in, And it leads us all astray. There's a path that we must take, But it's guarded by our fears. There's a change that we can make, But it's shrouded by our tears. Home, where the hearts reside, Preserved and modified. Where there's peace, there's unfailing divide, In droves. There is beauty in the pain, There is darkness in the sun. There is help that we all can provide, In droves. Gravity, gravity pulls us down, No matter how high we fly. Gravity, gravity, drags us down, No matter how hard we try, no matter how hard we fight. And the thorns are digging in, And the laughter fades away. The despair is kicking in, And it leads us all astray. There's a path that we must take, But it's guarded by our fears. There's a change that we can make, But it's shrouded by our tears. Ample disorders, internal shock absorbers, Socks to the knee, recut the key, And snip the rounded corners. The days are getting shorter, The world is getting warmer, Entangled fingers cover ground, Escape the chains and look around. Secret dioramas, depict eternal dramas, Tint the ballet with shades of grey, Devise the panorama. Inject the heat of summer, and add a splash of colour, Adorn your number, clutch the skin, Grab the horns from deep within. And in this life we pave the way, With love and countless mistakes. We float around but there's a gravity, That likes to pull us down. Yeah, there's a gravity, That likes to drag us down. Deep within, inside the veins there's a sanguine holiday, Thinning the blood, thickening the mind. It tells the brain that everyday is Christmas Day, But Good Fridays are never far behind. When the sun is shining, And the clouds are hiding, All the tears wiped away, Can you hear your heart arriving? No more needless fighting, No more nail biting, All the anger fades away, But it always seems to find it's way.
4.
Everyday, countless brains meet their funeral veil. Empty heads being bred on an industrial scale. With a lifetime to go, there are paths you must choose. Bury heads in the snow, put the mind to misuse. There's a barroom brawl in the centre of your motherland. The clean hands have been soaked in your flag waving drool, I guess that makes you the stool. The brain washing machines, spinning eternally. Give my love to the Queen, for I know she loves me. We burned your cities down, and helped you live in fear. Burnt homes to the ground, but don't come knocking here. For the things we cannot do, you're still undesired. And the things we will not do, you're still not required. The media fills the brain with the shit you need. And the propaganda train, is shitting at full speed. Where does the mind go to die? Does it sleep with the prejudice and lies? They sear the truth and let it fry, And stew the brain in a pot of flies. Segregating humankind. Your eyes are open but you're still blind. Where did these fools learn to fly? 'Cause it seems like they're falling from the sky. They could trade you an eye for an eye, And bid their reasoning goodbye. The fires are burning eagerly, yet Your water is turning into ice. Your hearts are congealing bitterly, From greedy inhuman sacrifice. The choirs will sing their threnody, A dirge for the death of acuity. The pyres are waiting anxiously, For you and me... Everyday, countless brains meet their funeral veil. Empty heads being bred on an industrial scale. The media fills the brain with the shit you need. And the propaganda train, is shitting at full speed.
5.
Ghost Town 08:48
In the foundry, where they bear down, They grind their fingers away for the turnaround. It's getting cloudy in this ghost town, They tighten the bolts as you fade into the background. What can I say? You're counter productive. You're just not machine enough for me. You're dragging us down, you're slow and obstructive. You're just not routine enough for me. Inactivate, impersonate, humiliate, eliminate. And in the end we'll be less than a number, We'll be begging the giants on the throne. And our hearts will be beating each other, Until we're dead and unknown. Eradicate, evacuate, depreciate, disintegrate. After all, we'll be less than oblivion, Crawling feral through the spit and the spite. Discontinued by man-made civilians, We detonate like dynamite. In the castles, there are treasure chests. They lay the feathers in their golden nests. Forge the shackles, neglect the unrest, Keep oiling the joints in the palace of the grotesque. What can I say? You're all disappointing. You're just not machine enough for me. Look at the haven you have been spoiling. You're just not unseen enough for me. Bionic, robotic, Robust and free from pain. Life hackers, kidnappers, The code is the new brain. Inactivate, impersonate, humiliate, eliminate. And in the end we'll be less than a number, We'll be begging the giants on the throne. And our hearts will be beating each other, Until we're dead and unknown. Eradicate, evacuate, depreciate, disintegrate. After all, we'll be less than oblivion, Crawling feral through the shit and the spite. Discontinued by man-made civilians, We detonate like dynamite.
6.
The Purge 10:28
If you could liquidate the crowds, Inject your crime scenes in their towns. Dig up the seeds, prevent the birth, Rid them all from the face of this earth. Empty pockets filled with stones. Empty towns and empty homes. The dough in your fingers, The bread in your teeth. A growth for your figures, Erase and succeed. Reprehend their crumbled abode. Drag their faces on the road. The dough in your fingers, The bread in your teeth. A growth for your figures, Erase and succeed. In the night the violence flows, Through the desperate shadows. Isolate and quarantine, Let the blind lead the unseen. And the fight is all they know, The bitter pills, they go down slow. Mutilate the broken skin, Whilst the ships are coming in. So much hatred and so much hostility. Line your pavements with invisibility. Tins in baskets and homes for rodents and fleas. Kids in blankets and rope for setting you free. You can't help the weak and frail. You might break a fucking nail. The dough in your fingers, The bread in your teeth. A growth for your figures, Erase and succeed.

credits

released October 25, 2019

All music and lyrics written by Joe Bailey between November 2018 and February 2019.
Album recorded between February and July 2019.
Mixed and Mastered between July and September 2019 by Joe Bailey.

All guitars, bass guitars and vocals were performed by Joe Bailey*
All synth, orchestration and drums were programmed by Joe Bailey.

*Guitar solo on 'Ghost Town' created and performed by Mark Anthony K (projektgemineye.bandcamp.com)
Recorded at The Almighty Blue Room, Brampton, Ontario, Canada.

Artwork by Ste Holland (www.deviantart.com/xylem1)

Special thanks to:
Mark Anthony K for appearing on this release.

Peter O'Neill (DJ Peter Prog) over at progrock.com for all his help and support over the last few years.

And last but certainly not least, Ste Holland for all his hard work and enthusiasm with the promotional shots and artwork.

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