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Confused Executive Loss Leader (remastered)

by Grey C.E.L.L.

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1.
Set 01:39
set this down, set them up put this away. put it out of sight stash it away, give it no thought bury it deep, all quarter no progress in what's forgotten self imposed misery overrides a conscience made to stare or made to dig just turn your back Fragility defends itself
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Infallible 01:28
An infallible system driven down to never a doubt in supremacy’s faith. The divine arrive descending in blue, like suffocation. Never a misstep in making us safer now face down non-believers are filtered out. Preemptive (preventative) trigger pulls as the machine learns the ritual’s moves. Here for “us” helping “them” too. Absolute and beyond reproach that they transcend the moral with a blinding light. Certain that we are all much safer here In supreme faith with our hands outstretched in humble supplication
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Hard Work 01:58
We’ll cover ourselves in filth as if just to say I’ve put in the effort and I’ve surely endured pain. Opportunities, all pass by and quickly turned to ash. If my salary falls short I’ll just claim what’s mine. Such hard work and it don’t pay, such effort and no return. What must I do for my well fed pity? A sitting status walls to mobility, or is it a floor and safety? In a meritocracy the pain of hunger is your own flaw and your own burden. I’ve got mine in a haze of short sighted imaginings of burden.
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Weak Grasp 01:57
This is the last gasp of our fading kind Gathering like the disease of heart that we’re dying from Limbs that scratch and claw with a fury Born of a loosening grip Of empty lungs, of borrowed breath pushing out mewling yelps No one wants to hear the sound of your veiled retreat Pretending to be a show of power That weak hands are failing to grasp No matter how many corpses are piled beneath our feet We’ve got no substance to hear or with which to speak Last gasp Weak grasp No one wants to hear the sound of your veiled retreat But a penchant for self destruction Embracing summoned self hate Bristling when we see that they won’t do the same All you’re left with is empty bitter hands
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Breed 01:47
A fear of being bred out A sanctity or a preference Bursting out from your chest Or inhaled like a virus Diluting your blood Passed on to the children The quarantines aren’t working A need to double down To reinforce walls Find a new protocol Stricter than before Before it’s too late The old language is unclear
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Line 01:52
one walks in as one walks out one walks into scrutiny as one finds fault one stands in line gathering of sorting down a couple of lines in books to be talked of precious moments to be a reminder a spotlight and a plea to not die pupils smaller and forcing a smile defined by the purest examples of those standing patiently in line will you tell me your plight if I’m polite even if moments from now I’ll claim it as mine a greater dictation a lesser reaction seeking agreement in like company finding more silence in complicity

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released January 17, 2018

recorded, mixed, and mastered by John Dyer Baizley (aperfectmonster.com)

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Grey C.E.L.L. Philadelphia, Pennsylvania

CELL: Janis | Derik | Jim | Kane

Ex & current members of: Citizens Arrest, Monster X, Hell No, NEMA, The Scarlet Letter, HTML, 97a, Stations, Stockpile, FRIGHT

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