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look. art. (2014)

by Aryan Embarrassment

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This writhes in asshole and fucks me breathless This ego must come true This leaves a pastime and loves in ashes No one is asking you I sing into a gun I breathe into the phone I feel that something has gone wrong I lie into the sun I scream into the fun I feel that something must go wrong We're weak the asking We lift the fancy I'm taking note of the action I tend in envy I slept in aftermath I'm missing my own orgasm I sing into a gun I breathe into the phone I feel that something has gone wrong I lie into the sun I scream into the fun I fear that something has gone well I'm reaching for a gun while ignoring the phone I'll ask the question of myself I'm feeling so alone To be is not enough I'm wishing that something was loud
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Bliss 04:26
This is the taking of promises laughter and voice It might always be this way You may never know This is the face of a heart breaking before your eyes Is it murder when the body remains standing Here comes your life It is more ragged every day Hope for the best and prepare for the worst What will be left when you have everything you deserve Perfect and beautiful Fucking incredible Look at that You made that You should be very proud When it's gone you can say you tried everything Make empty Trample this Only to never fall History insists we fuck it up right away This is the emptiness filling with consequence This only bursts into flame when exposed to life This is convenience conveniently blinding me Forcefully dreaming into unacceptable Binding It creates a new present happiness Eros unmatched Mistrust Perfectly natural Crushing in hopeful and masquerade slavery Masquerade Masturbate Strength in my apathy Look at that You made that You should be very proud When it's gone you can say you tried everything Make empty Trample this Only to never fall History insists we fuck it up right away Look at this disobey We eat all that we kill When it's done you can say that you fucked everyone Make it new Hating you Fucking instead of lies History teaches us how to pretend
3.
We've got so much to show you We've got so much to teach you We've got so much to clean you We've got so much to fuck you This breathes like suicide This burning mouthing condescending This fucks only what loves We'll dance when told and get what we deserve Beyond this pulpit eyes the lie Beyond this aura lies the eye This impotent This spine is flag This death march ghost This shroud is glory This birth is nation hooded well Infertility of martyr This paradise is ours to rape We've got nothing to sell but fear itself
4.
It is to fail In turn it preaches to the converted It is to give rise to all those already risen It complicates to placate It waits to hate The moment is freedom The endgame is fading A hole in the wait Remember Remember the fifth of November The Gunpowder Treason and plot I can think of no reason the Gunpowder Treason should ever be forgot A penny loaf to feed the Pope A farthing of cheese to choke him A pint of beer to rinse it down A fagot of sticks to burn him
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Decider 04:25
One more step into the meaningless Recoil in anger Point the finger Shitting in the place we eat One more lie to save the face you're after One last chance to make the pie higher You liar One more death to blame the sovereign nation To aid the reconstruction Mythical we cry align One last crime against humanity We need food on our family You liar One more war We are the terrorists We must believe in freedom We must increase our Jesus One last laugh to compensate for anger Coexist with fish peacefully You liar
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Eighty 04:51
I know a lot about art but I don't know what I like It tried to break me It tried to kill me It made me feel alive It made me realize The death in honor The grave in family The deserve more than The should know better It complicates me It rearranges It lies conformity It testifies in anger The real in gravity The strength in apathy The fear in agony This cuts me down to size
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I don't blame you for lying I don't blame you for murdering I don't blame you for being you I only blame me for asking a miracle I don't blame those who look away I don't sit with the other kids I won't be remembered for much All of you are normal And you are pretty And you are ordinary and dead No one would stop this from happening Now it's too late No one would take all his pain away It started so small No one will say that he mattered at all No one will ever listen to his song But he sang Oh how he sang He won't laugh with the rest of them He won't answer a smiling face He won't see beyond apathy All he can see is what everyone says that he is No one would stop this from happening Now it's too late No one would take all his pain away It started so small No one will say that he mattered at all No one will ever listen to his song All of this pointing and laughing reminds him he's friend With stunning recall he'll remember who was there that day I would have reached out But all eyes were on me All eyes were on me All eyes were on me All eyes were of me All eyes were as me All eyes were on me All I wasn't me
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released November 27, 2014

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