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Tracer Chaser LP

by Urn

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diddley_whack Love the raging guttural vocals that provide suitable accompanyment to the stripped down "less is more" essence of the guitar & drums , steadily pounding their way into your head with a rhythmic aural assault resembling that of a heavy industrial production complex ,,,,,, release your inner demons with URN's driving cathartic force Favorite track: Slouch.
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Trip Sitter 01:20
I don't fucking want to live a black and white life I'd rather be a menace to my sanity Wasting all your time on a dead end path Your regrets will be your last breath Give me your hand and i'll guide you through Trapped inside your thoughts You're always feeling low A need for a new escape Perfectionism haunts you In everything you do Your mind won't stop until you pass I don't fucking want to live a black and white life i'd rather be a menace to my sanity I'm tired of the voices that are in my head Things will always be the same
Grim 01:32
Empty my own urn Celebrate my end All of this had no meaning Waste of space You'll never get away from this You'll never get away from him He's with you even in your sleep He's waiting in the room for me All around All I see is him near me In the end he'll be with me
Tired of sleep Tired of living I need an escape from this hell hole I need to reset my perspective on life in order to keep moving forward So many years have been wasted on nothing I don't want to wake up again in this room Without having consciousness wiped from my head I won't ever think of things clearly Walk into this hallway Tell me all the things you see Count every tracer Run through every layer My third eye confuses my thoughts and perceptions I can't bear to look at my ugly reflection I'll wonder and hope that my eyes don't deceive I don't want to see the idea of me Tracer Chaser
Deficiency 01:40
All the fucking worries that i've had around I'll never sell myself to a white man Protection means nothing without my control Burning me slowly my youth becomes theirs Use my fucking time that i've given you I don't have a choice in this white life We don't even matter to the colonists The past is always present even in our eyes They're only friendly to me or so you thought Another reason to live away from them I don't want to grow up in a white time A place where they take credit for the things you do So many fucked up perspectives So many fucked up relations It's hard to fake a smile when you're one of us Tell me to my face that i'm just a spic A brown piece of shit who means nothing You'll make me get out of your country
Slouch 01:46
Always hearing voices from people who don't matter I block them out, but they're still here I've cut off all the people who don't benefit me But they're still here They'll never leave You fucking hypocrites You’re just acquaintances Don't fucking need this shit You're treated like you're something Behind their closed doors You're fucking scum You're meaningless Showing false affection to look good for their friends You're just a pawn inside their game Professionals of imagery An illusions at work To prove they're something to everyone Delusional perspective A story they tell to prove themselves and lie to you
Roach Clip 01:24
Lost eyes approach me at once Asking me if i'll conform Right there in front of my door Religion continues to grow I don't fucking want a part of your beliefs Keep that shit away from me A permanent disciple of an ancient religion I won't be a part of your old superstition Making all their money on your hopes and dreams
Doped 02:10
Malt breath Ego death Waking up without my head Straight trash Working class Who am I? A fucking rat Waste away Used up A modern slave to a white man After work blotter hangs No one even cares if we go away Shivers down my body I'm slowly going under I'm sick of people in this world Smiley face on paper takes me to a planet away from all the losers I'd rather be doped or dead I don't need friends when we're all dead Only there to ask for favors A scary world all on your own Why bother? I don't belong here anyway I don't belong anyway
Fixation 02:09
Go along Act like you don't know Pretend that you don't notice all the tracers You act like the delusions that surround my mind I can't tell what's fake or not Show me what the fuck's up My eye will keep a twitch if I don't get my fix I need more paper stamps There's no more turning back And maybe I won't notice if you leave my life Because i'll always see you in my nightmares You act like you're the shit with your half ass band You won't ever be just like me You think you're the shit You'll never be just like me Copycat you'll never be unique to me
Delusions 01:54
You say they're friends I say they're not Just a delusion on your little trip They hang on you like a disease Remove their plague and go on with yourself It's never worth it to let leeches feed You think they care They'll drop you quick Another worthless friendship goes away


released May 14, 2019

Drums - Caj
Guitars/Vocals - Alex

Photography by Oscar Lozada
Photo Editing by Jen and Sean Waters
Recorded by Alex Yanez

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