Black Cop 7"

by Black Cop

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5 track EP

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released June 30, 2014

recorded by Luigi Pasquini/How To Make Sushi Recording. Mastered by Joe Caithness/ Subsequent Mastering.

300 on black vinyl.

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Track Name: Boxed In
BOXED IN

ill at ease
and i can't breathe
live on my knees
still drag my feet

sick and tired
oppressed and depressed
i'm a fucking mess
what don't you get?

pay to die or pay no mind
no drive, no drive
say what you like, this is not a life
no drive, no drive

maybe not ready
to die just yet
but this fucking kills me
what don't you get?

unplug your pride, don't waste my time
no drive, no drive
smash my skull, see what's inside
no drive, no drive

wake me up and bleed me dry
no drive, no drive
lose my mind just to get by
no drive, no drive
can't open my eyes to step outside
weighing me down, i'm paralysed
i just want to fucking die
don't act so surprised
Track Name: Unscrewed
another day, you won't pay
never let that get in your way
four walls and no fucking brain

learn to forget, it's rent you sweat
sold your head, got nothing left
you're wide awake and i'm bored to death

what have we done? fucking nothing
party's over, no fucking fun

not so different, you'd never admit
swing and miss, drown in piss
another functionary piece of shit

what have we done? fucking nothing
party's over, no fucking fun

hope we don't make it through this time
pointing fingers, going blind
if it's time to die i feel fine

idealism spells your doom
the fucking end can't come too soon
a shot heard round the fucking room

opinions formed, hope for the worst
but some other fuckface got there first
let's hope no one's feelings get hurt

seen it all, we know all too well
just full of shit like everyone else
i hate you more than you doubt yourself

you're dead
Track Name: Boma
torture myself every fucking day
trying to find a way to live that feels okay
all the fucking same, negates my brain
alarm clock tells me that i'm a fucking waste

try to get by but i'm always behind
can't recognise my face with all the fucking lines
i should get out of this dive
but i've got to go to work so i'll be back at 5

do it all again, it never fucking ends
sick of myself, sick of this place
but i can't get away

down the drain, paid to decay
ambitions out the window for another fucking day
awake to hate, i'm bled dry
ugly world, not yours or mine

do it all again, it never fucking ends
sick of myself, sick of this place
but i can't get away

so you realise, it's a waste of time
running scared and i'm fucking helpless
over our heads but there's no depth
have you ever felt so fucking absent?

ruined it all, no control
dug a hole, and i'm home
Track Name: Land Grab
this call to arms is a parody
no life's work just a masquerade
nothing to see here, no room to breathe
none of this means a fucking thing
too sick to suffer for this art
just stop and stare til it falls apart

we'll get back in line
like every other time
true til fucking death
left, right, left

pseudo-intellect, you're fucking wrecked
seek approval and disaffect
new age idiot elite
beat into submission til we believe

we'll get back in line
like every other time
true til fucking death
left, right, left
when you come up for breath
there will be nothing left

you're not superior to me
connive and die if you want to be free

give it a minute, you'll fucking regret
dead ends are what you'll get
no foundations, don't stick around
want to make waves? you'll fucking drown

it's a shame how it turned out
we all grow up, we all fall down

never try, no surprise
you lie
just die
Track Name: I'm A Cop
i'm set straight for another day
guess i just don't feel the same
got no values, no fucking brain
scream til it all makes sense again

might as well live in hell
nothing of me left to sell
couldn't care less, i'm a fucking mess
passed my best and bored to death

it's all so few and far between
these fucking headaches and shortcomings
must be a better way of doing things
cause i'm so fucking empty

feeling fucked, not giving up
this'll make the worst of us
idiot bliss, wake up in piss
kick the chair, you won't be missed

fucking spent and i resent it
none of this makes any sense
modern life is retrograde
trading critical thought for a criminal wage
take it away, it's all been a waste
take it away, no chance to change
only exist to asphyxiate
it's safe to say i always hated this place