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Loaded Language

by The Challenged

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my skin is peeling like the walls been outside in the sun too long rode my bike till I felt like dying I had to sweat away your grin that sarcastic look when you know somebody's mocking you I had to kick myself again avoided using intuition now I’m stuck here feeling bitter some people simply drift away don't say goodbye or explain and you're left thinking "where'd I fuck up?" and it's easy to hate you for all my cynicism, your actions just proved me right I fell for it hook, line, and sinker you turned out to be an actor after all...ha my skin is healed it's been a while covered up my legs and arms those few freckles are reminders I had to sweat away your grin that sarcastic look when you know somebody's mocking you I had to kick myself again avoided using intuition now I’m stuck here feeling bitter some people simply drift away shitty reasons when they explain and you're left thinking "that's fucked up?"
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I’m lying on my head. stomach filled with carbohydrates. headphones around my neck. and I wasted most of the day just reflecting. isn't impressive how some of the most depressing people find happiness so easily? and you can lay a foundation on railroad tracks only to find your pride to be the last cinder block on dilapidated steps. cuz you can't sugar-coat rejection and there's no denying what you've known all along and it saddens me to hear that you're moving on my dear and it saddens me to think that you can't lend a helping hand and don't give a shit about no one but yourself.
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Soapskum 03:14
I'm thinking of a number between one and zero (a representation of just how I'm feeling)...a little bit less comfortable tonight. This room it reeks of desperation, body odor, and adhesives I use to glue my possessions to the walls. But somehow this ain't an end of my worthless stupid dumb opinions, it's a means to an end as I reclaim a new beginning cuz I just can't believe how I've been living. And solitude unfortunately is too easy to become a lifestyle and not just another state. I'm wishing that it were simple to draw the shortest straw and pretend that you just pulled out a diamond. So what's this all mean, I'm not evolving, we're all a bit worse than the week before. I'm getting the bleach out for my scorched earth policy.
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Slack gives way in a cold wind and the tension on my strap is increasing I’d rather be walking through Jersey on a freezing day. Came home at a quarter to midnight Whipped up a snack from an empty refrigerator I wish there was a voicemail here waiting for me. You might think you're easy to forget but I reminisce. Your parade of snot filled napkins thrown out construct walls of guilt. Now I'm questioning your motives. Am I Innocent? You know what ! She never existed! Another slip of my sub-conscious she’s probably married with 4 kids in another state. Fictitious Opportunities Swallowed gallons of Luke-warm coffee my mind keeps racing in memories and that might be all I have. You might think you're easy to forget but I reminisce. Your parade of snot filled napkins thrown out construct walls of guilt. Now I'm questioning your motives. Am I Innocent?
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Quiet Zone 02:37
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refused to believe that we we're both "accidentally" there, refilling coffee cups with cream, wasted time, and yellow packets of sugar. I dropped a couple of more packets into mine because it helped me sweeten the moment that was getting stuck in irony, and I was getting sick of it. So I denied myself the chance to write curse words on a napkin... We drown everything in small talk that no sober person could find practical. I fought every impulse in my head that told me to put my fist through the table. But at the first chance that I got- I got the fuck out of there... I grinded down another tooth as I spit out half of my personality. I left the other half to be re-chewed I’d see it early in the bathroom mirror, and I’d look at myself and say... "Oh look what the cat dragged in. Who invited this abrasive son of a bitch? Might as well lock yourself in your bedroom and pray for the day you'll be released." realization: THOSE WERE MY FOOTSTEPS DRIED OUT ON THE STOOP, AND I TRIED SCRAPING 'EM OUT AS MY FINGER NAILS COLLECTED THE DIRT. BUT THEY'LL BE THERE TOMORROW AS I STEP RIGHT OVER THEM, THAT'S HOW I FIND MY WAY BACK AGAIN (sarcastically laughing at myself).
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I'm constipated with boredom Spent Saturday Night on a laxative I should know better Rolling dice when you know you ain't going to win A Sticky situation That I always find myself in Like the world's biggest rodent trap and I should've opted for the poison Oh Now you want some options when it's too late to decide you're gonna get laid off, not laid why don't you learn the fucking game I guess Darwin was right This world will eat you alive you've got dominant weak traits and they're never gonna get passed on And there's no room for nostalgia You might as well have taped it on VHS the resolution is blurry the colors are shitty and faded So drink your "supposed" last beer Your problems will not disappear They're simply becoming crystal clear when you'd puke them up the morning after.... The morning after I realized what I missed.... So regret's the lemon in an already sour tea and you ran out of sugar get ready the ride is gonna be bumpy Oh Now you want some options when it's too late to decide you're gonna get laid off, not laid why don't you learn the fucking game The morning after I realized what I missed....
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I feel like that bum you know, the only one left in the park after dusk The neighborhood is plentiful and prosperous but everybody's moving out I'm that annoying wrong number that you get at 5 AM and you can't get back to sleep you gotta be up in two hours , what a tragedy might as well drill a hole through my eyes How inconvenient to not be able to learn from my mistakes My left hand it fights my right Split personalities Getting angry at myself this pen is getting fucking heavy slowly ripping through a barren sheet I just wrote another bunch of lines that might mean nothing tomorrow but right now they mean everything (see below) I'll drain you patience I'll shit your time away I'll clog your toilet and complain about the bad plumbing
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Six by Three 04:04
There's nothing like the burden of being completely awake at night. The morning comes in a hurry the sunlight retrieves yesterday's denial. There's an old man making noise outside rummaging through our cans. At least he knows why he awoke, self-preservation. And writing is futile when you're amongst illiterates and my voice is getting hoarse from screaming at deaf ears. Efforts are wasted and time will be burned, the hole gets deeper with every verse...but somehow, this all makes sense. Well the money on the dresser is gonna be wasted on liquor, what a joke. I'll be crawling into my bed no sense of victory or glory or remorse. I'm pissed at myself, I'm piss drunk but mainly fucking bored. A reaction from anyone, I wrote this song before with different lyrics. We got a band in a warehouse, a subtle sense of accomplishment. It burns out all my energy and exhausts me to the point of nausea. It's the right dose slowly dissolving at the right time. I wrote this song before with different lyrics.
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I wanna burn bridges in black and white abrasive character, argumentative delight don't bring up my past cuz i'll shit on the present it's on my achievements you're so dependent it's business as usual a knife in the back some more loaded language about the ambition I lack and it's character assassins in the living room the home you grew up and it's all bullshit. I wanna flare up your A.D.D. watch you jump topics, ill at ease topple your temple built on cardboard your achievements aren't yours It's business as usual a story from the past some more loaded language to fill in the gaps and It's character assassins in the home you grew up the people you loved and it's all bullshit, anyway...
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Deny everything you can rip every page out in your scrapbook 5 months of memories, a burden not a token of time lost Pretend disorder's a barrier for everything involving us You're eager to move on, the thrill of something new and distant You're using fake emotions to cover up the fact that you're a whore, nothing more. Analyze your life...think of everything until today. Analyze your life...think of all the people you've affected in a negative way Analyze your life...think of everything until today. Analyze your life...think of all the people you've affected in a negative way Well I've been cynical and bitter but I'm getting over it I heard you drown another boy in the lake you swam in as a kid Another victim, let's hear you sympathize and act remotely human You're repeating, everyone's whispering, they all know you around these parts You're using fake emotions to cover up the fact that you're a whore, nothing more. Analyze your life...think of everything until today. Analyze your life...think of all the people you've affected in a negative way Analyze your life...think of everything until today. Analyze your life...think of all the people you've affected in a negative way..especially me.

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released June 29, 2010

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The Challenged Brooklyn, New York

"your favorite 90's punk records eaten by a wild hog and excreted into a Brooklyn alley." NYC punk rock since 2001.

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