Sins of the Father

by Crushed!?

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released January 26, 2018

Recorded at Empty House Studio in Albuquerque, NM by Matthew Tobias
Mastering by Alex Estrada at Earth Capital Studios in Los Angeles, CA

All music and lyrics by Crushed!?
with exception of "Girly" written and performed by Bianca Sánchez García

Samples created with help from Michael Whitney

Album Artwork by Wesley Mebust

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Track Name: Japanese Style
Hey! You look like you could use a,
little shot of something else.
Look in the mirror, never gonna find a way
to break myself.

Say what you need, say what you need to keep this,
feeling of ease, feeling of ease, you're nothing but an
echo the model stuck in the bottle.
My inhibitions raise the water.

Drink, Drink, Raise it!

I need to find a way out of this habit.
Too late, too far gone.
Its all in my head.
Blackout.

Falling, falling, I hope you fall from your grace.

Now, you've finally figured out,
What it takes to break the mold,
and your hands, they shake in the house of God.
But you're "a good, and holy man."

Spit on your name, I'll spit on your grave.
I'm left with this taste of fucking disgrace.
In time, I'll find a way to cope,
but for now this Jameson looks dope.

Drink, Drink, Raise it!

I need to find a way out of this habit.
Too late, too far gone.

Say it!

Say exactly what you mean,
say exactly what you mean.

Your words, your fucking lies.
Pressurize in a vice till it dies.

Say exactly what you mean,
say exactly what you mean.

Fall on your knees, your prayers, your pleas,
Mean nothing to me, whose heart writhes and bleeds.

I can't find a way out,
out of this mess.
Cold, calm and abusive.
Its nothing less than my best to impress.

Watch me fall the endless path consumes me,
victimize my lines and call me stupid.
Wash the eyes and look upon with intent,
Conviction makes all my words sound perfect.

Say exactly what you mean.
This is my japanese style.
Track Name: Bosozoku
This is a battle, these are the things I've lost,
broken rib cage, turbo replaced my heart.
Flood the driveway, mix hate and lies with love.
Flood my engine, I've given up.

The mountain air clears my head, and your breath
(breathe in, breathe out) thins out your lies.
The day ends slowly, as the morning comes fast,
sunrise sunset, I hope this doesn't last.

I'll stay still til the summer,
and move for some water.
We can't stay here any longer.
This place consumes everyone.

And the next plane gone,
is the little hope we had left,
tilt the bottle til its gone,
its all we had left.

This is a letdown, these are the people and their fears.
Put it in neutral, what a waste of gears.
Burn down the basement, she's all that's left in here.
My mind is melting, memories no longer clear.

I'm losing traction of my life (The road starts to curve)
The days just intertwine (like vines on the wall)
Weaving through the air, like the smoke in your lungs,
this ain't a battle its just life.

Warning lights and morning alarms.

Stars calling with cars stalling,
Windows down forget to sleep,
God's back turned, just leave me be,
let me burn in the streets.

Stars calling with cars stalling.

Keep your eyes on the road, your eyes are growing heavy.

Both hands on the wheel, lets go to sleep.
This is a battle, and I think I've lost.
Track Name: Turnpike
Abandoned cars left on the side of the road.
Voices calling me, into a sea of trees.

Chasing ghosts in Aokigahara Forest,
stay on the trail cause we might get lost.
Riding waves in a sea of trees,
I can't find a place I could run.
I can't run.

Red ribbon dispersed through the trees,
tents left to rot with umbrellas leaning on trees.
The spirits follow me, the haunting sleep.
Cries through the trees, ties knots to me.

Chasing ghosts in Aokigahara Forest,
stay on the trail cause we might get lost.
Riding waves in a sea of trees,
I can't find a place I could run.
I can't run.

Someone called me down a closed path.
Let's cross the ropes, lets go in deeper.
Air is thin, invite my friends.
No turning back, the night begins.

I'll crawl up the trees, spirits following me.
Telling me to let go.
Track Name: Bonestorm
You put your hands on her, you don't know what you've done.
All that innocence, thrown it away. I'll be the one to string you up.
You don't own any body, but your own, and even over yours you couldn't keep control.

This shouldn't happen anymore. This shouldn't happen at all.
Just stay away stay away, stay away the fuck from her.

What bright eyes lost their shine, just dark thoughts and white lies,
Numbness all feeling is deprived, you took their smile but I'll take your life.
Hollow out this human with your greed, your own fucked up life doesn't mean shit to me.

This shouldn't happen anymore. This shouldn't happen at all.
Just stay away stay away, stay away the fuck from her.

It's simple, don't fucking touch her. Don't fucking touch what you don't own.

How can you sleep at night knowing you killed someone inside?
Claim insecurity, you know you're fucking guilty.
How can you sleep at night knowing you killed someone inside?
Claim insecurity, take responsibility.

Next time I see you, you're fucking dead.

Help me, I can't breathe, help me, help me why can't I scream?

Don't think about it, don't dwell too much.
It's not your fault it happened, It's his fault he fucked up.
He said he loved you, played it as a friend,
took advantage of what's in front of him.

Help me.
Track Name: Testament To My Twenties
Step one, Wipe clean the slate, you can't relate, advise.
You'll be just fine buried in your lies.
Step Two, Burn the eyes of innocence, you're clean.
Smash, break, bleed, and bruise, you've got to break free.
Step 3, Why try? Check mate accept your fate,
Bitter taste home escape, feeling this moment won't cooperate.
So decide, if the class you take will infatuate and articulate your closed mind,
and open up your fucking eyes.

Taking refuge in my room, scattered like a puzzle,
life under the rubble, buried under by you.
Left me, spinning in my bed,
chasing my dreams but stuck asleep.

Shaking hands can't open the door,
stuck in place where my demons sleep with me.

Can't fight back the urge to drink,
Simple minded thoughts, overcome me.
This is who I am, this is what I've become,
Tortured kid in a fucked up world.

This happens all the time, struggling through my life.

This happens all the time where I come from.
Murder, drugs, and crime, there's nowhere left to run.

Burning, like the candle in your window.
Heavy rain pours, while music gets slow.
Your words stained my mind, like the wine on your dress.
Feelings digress. Every word spoken, is a word meant less.

Can't fight back the urge to drink,
Simple minded thoughts, overcome me.
This is who I am, this is what I've become,
Tortured kid in a fucked up world.
Track Name: Exodus
Inverted, search to find the answers.
That wasted time you thought would set you free.

and you taught me how to hate you,
Broke away and shattering my concept of a home.

Watch me call you out.

Your bottle's empty now.
Your shallow thoughts begin to break beneath the load,
and I see in your eyes,
the pain of a lifetime spent alone.

Wake in a sweat again, patterns all the same.
Lucid eyes I realize the dream always replays.
Hands shake, blood stains, and I'm holding the knife.

My father who art in Heaven, your sins remain on Earth.
Burdened with all your remnants, wish I got to you first.

Hands shake, blood stains, and I'm holding the knife.

Your bottle's empty now.
Your shallow thoughts begin to break beneath the load,
and I see in your eyes,
the pain of a lifetime spent alone.

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