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Russo Goes To College: Demo

by Psychodynamic

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1.
Dead 01:52
Dead I can’t wait 'till he’s dead Drag a knife across his neck or pierce his body parts with lead Either way, Dead I can’t wait 'till he’s dead Make him regret the things he did To me At night while I sleep, in my dreams I shoot a couple slugs into his body and he screams It seems to work better than counting sheep And in the morning, when I rise It’s like a zombie hooker; it blows my mind And I can’t believe each day’s a day closer and it’s almost time Dead I can’t wait till he’s dead Could take an axe to his chest Or bury everything but his head Either way, Dead I can’t wait till he’s dead Make him regret the things he did To me I suppose a freak accident would be okay, maybe Like a trucker goin 90 splattering him on 80 Or hit by a meteorite, that’d be fine by me But it seems more fun to smack your skull with a metal bat Or tie him under and truck and off road it, see he what he thinks of that It doesn’t matter how it ends, as long as he’s Dead I can’t wait till he’s dead Pierce his body parts with lead Or drag a knife across his neck Either way, Dead I can’t wait till he’s dead Could take an axe to his chest Or bury everything but his head
2.
It isn’t something you write off There’s nothing left to defend And nobody knows ‘cause they’re fixed on a rose When a storm is just around the bend The pedals decompose, in your hand, in repose They float off your skin, into the wind And nobody wins I wish, that I could take you back to that state of mind But I know I can’t, and I guess that’s fine I guess I gotta learn to live without it I guess there’s no other way around it I wish, that I could take you back to the place and time But I know I can’t, and the dream’s a lie I guess I gotta learn to live without it Chaotic design was sublime But it was only just a matter of time
3.
Keep Writing 02:36
It’s nights like these, the thoughts are swirling Of ex’s getting nailed by those presumably less deserving Got my nerves up on the rise Wanted to handle them like conspirators of 1865 But playing guitar, each strum was a thrust of a knife On those memories in my head; Murdering My Mind She looked at me and asked what’s the point of life I said it’s the tip of a pen or pencil and all you gotta do is write You gotta keep writin’, you gotta keep fightin’ Some day you’ll make it, do not mistake it, another failure for your last chance All us musicians sit in bed lookin' at the blank page before us I need another line, so let me grab my thesaurus Because we got a million thoughts and you at least relate to one But I’m sure you’d be more enlightened by staring at the sun I’m done, At least I thought But the pen keeps moving, and it keeps telling me The Best things in my life were The Worst things that ever happened to me But if that’s true, I’ll pain tomorrow for the sake of today And I’ll cast the first stone while I’m a stone’s throw away, either way You gotta keep writin’, you gotta keep fightin’ Some day you’ll make it, do not mistake it, another failure for your last chance
4.
Exposed 02:29
We’re the ones who die when we arise and revive when we fall asleep Our souls, they thrive and feel alive in the midst of a dream Sometimes we’re poetic Sometimes we’re just plain pathetic We have no apologetic aesthetic We like to speak in prose We like to take off our clothes We’re head strong but our minds are exposed We go outside everyday, trying to talk Colors to people who only know shades of grey We’re either stuck in our heads or our beds We’re worth more than what we portray
5.
End 03:34
I’m sick of wearing my shame in the Lines In My Face I’m tired of prying the hands of society from my throat; Stay Away Most people abandon their passion for pay Is that a mortgage you’re paying for or an over-ground grave? Our eyes are wide open but they’re glued to a screen Our brains are wired to a time bomb, and so often it seems, That we surely have the power but we ain’t got the will To diffuse the same bomb that set to get us fucking killed What will we do to break this curse of the naïve? How Long Will You How long will you believe, the land of the free? More like free falling from the clouds of a nationalist dream Prison and learning institutions are more frequently For-Profit It’s right in front of our face and we don’t do a damn thing to stop it They Got Your Back Yea, They got it with a knife They own the land, your food, your home They’re running your whole life How long will we be content with never righting the wrongs? You want a revolution? You’ll need more just than a song They Got Your Time Yea, They’ve got you on the clock And if time is money, then they're taking all you got They better see you working, better not let them catch you stop And if you do, you better have the cash or hold the cross hanging from your neck and repent Be the perfect hypocrite of the man you claim to represent How Long Will We How long will be the land of the vigilant dead The land of the warheads, the land of the overfed The land of the orphans of emotion The land who fantasizes about nuclear explosions The land of the international two-faced friend The land of the means to its own end

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released April 14, 2014

Thanks go out to:
Chris Crecco - Assistant Engineer
Amanda Azar - Additional Vocals on "Exposed"
Paris Nuttall, Subrat Aryal, Lucas Staccioli, and Pat Gencarelli - Gang Vocals on "Keep Writing" and "End"

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Psychodynamic is a Punk band from North New Jersey. We also like a lot of movies. Listen and see what I'm talking about.

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