Cripple The Wit

by Ninth Life

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released April 1, 2015

Tracked/mixed/mastered by Smoke Signal Productions



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Track Name: Pawns
Our nation, built on violence
Instilling fear and keeping things quiet
Land of the free, I disagree
This is not how home's supposed to be

Murderous tyrants, hidden agendas
Fair and balanced propaganda
Distorting rule of law
Perverting right and wrong

Tax dollars to conceal the crooks
Arming kings with knights and rooks
We the people,
Complacent fucking pawns

Still anguished families pay
The price of systematic hate
Where 'to serve and protect' is to lacerate
To empty clips and incarcerate
Track Name: Unrequited
Kiss my lips
Steady my hands
Whisper sweet nothings
Thin my blood
Loosen my chest
I love you above all the rest

I stumble down the left-hand path
To escape an incapacitating regret
As that old familiar tension
Converges in my breast

Cripple the wit
Castrate the flesh
I'm alone again
Miserable and vexed
Track Name: No Regret
You're a fucking parasite
A sight for sore eyes
The pain you caused
Still fucking lingers

I broke my back for you
You called me a coward
But you're the one who left
Took the money, no regret

You've made your deathbed
Never gonna change
Can't take responsibility
For anything

Creeping and crawling
In my head
Like a painful memory
Lodged in lead
A farewell gift
A lie you fed
Track Name: RU-486
Preferring confusion to clarity
A thoroughly poisoned sanity
Blame falls on the layer of the claim
Composer of an ideal that could never be sustained
But my chest still knots and my stomach sinks
Every time I hear your name

The consummation of one's romantic inclination
Is another's blunder
In those beds, conceived pure infatuation
Only to be bled the fuck out again

I should have known that it would end like this
Everything I touch just turns to shit
Should have never let you inside my mind
Knew you wouldn't like what you would find

Deterioration of communication
An incomprehensible internal loathing
Accompanied by crippling realization
Our New Year's relief was a wolf in sheep's' clothing

But I know it's best for you to never see me again