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Don't Be A Projectile

by Traffic Death

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1.
Hopeless Culture Don’t want any of this fucking “culture” Hip fucking bullshit that you flock to Not even trying to Understand This shit is so fucking bland Read it on the internet so it must be true The downfall of our culture is because of you Couldn’t just be happy with your true friends Now you have to follow all the latest trends Doomed to be a lame ass, one without any sort of class Don’t even know the roots of your scene you think everytone is oh so fucking mean Nice fucking lingo why don’t you speak like me Talking like a text message to dumb to fucking see Your dumbing down language Your dumbing down our culture Talking like you know something But you don’t know shit
2.
The Wild 01:53
The Wild Another day out on the hunt never finding shit Out there in the wild is there nothing to be found Every once in a great while there might be a score Going to have to spend some time digging on the floor There it is the needle in this massive stack One that I’ve been trying to find for fucking years Some schlocky exploitation, static horror mess One that I have to go home and watch right away Analog and dead format’s is my way of life If you don’t understand this than you never will Get in the way of my tapes, and I’ll draw my knife And on this alter of digital slaughter your blood will spill
3.
Mental Condition Dissenting voices, creep needing into my brain Telling me there’s nothing to fear everything’s the same Worrying only makes it worse, The disease is an outright curse Couldn’t imagine that this would last A spell I thought would be uncast Tring to build on this rotten foundation Something that is my own creation Making for a likely collapse, leaving my life in the past The mental condition, is a mystery to me Making the world move faster, faster than I can see Trying to make it slow down, so I can take a hold On my very existence, before my blood turns cold Into the earth my remains soon go, hope I’m truly dead when I’m put below The fear creeps in that this must be true But there is still nothing I can even do Outside awaiting my gruesome fate Anger and frustration but it’s to late There must be a way to escape the grasp As I lay hear listen to the casket clasp
4.
Land Monster 01:01
Land Monster Fat fucking person, slouching around Never will amount to much Just sit and wear your crucifix Wouldn’t be happy if I were you About what you’re god has put you through Each day is an utter struggle Just to get up and out of bed Don’t you worry you’ll soon be dead Life in torment and Complete and utter agony Ugly, worthless and weak Nothing but hollow thought Waste of life, waste of air Why don’t you just get out of hear? Grab a gun and tighten the rope I can assure you there is no hope.
5.
Don’t Be a Projectile How many times have you been told? Not to venture in the cold To buckle up tight, lock it in good Give yourself a chance to win the fight Against the pavement you will slam Down upon this ice cold street Through the winshield you will go Don’t be a projectile Or the blood will start to flow On the ground it will be yours When you’re scraped up off the road Because your head had to explode You should have better fucking known When you slammed into that car Nothing there to hold you down So many people die Every single fucking year Can’t help but start to think That their time has come Leaving those dumb and blind On the road and left behind
6.
Next Time Stop Self-righteous fucking bastard, total outright scum Where is it that you seem to think that you come from? Moved to the big city from a place that you think sucked Didn’t even try to make things better, Just went and got fucked Stop Your Fucking Car Yelling out insults like you have something to say Maybe next time you hit a red light I’ll cave in your face
7.
Night Beast 02:02
Night Beast In the darkness of the starless night The beast begins to follow me Try to run but only move slower Like I’m caught in a spider’s web Getting closer I can hear but not see That a massive creature shadows over me After this I could not go back Even if I can to survive Always knew it would come to this Don’t know how or why but I did One of man’s greatest mystery’s Now becomes my final destiny Acceptance is the first step to reality But what is this that stands before me A nightmarish vision, can’t draw the line Between the edge of time All is over time is running short Through all the body parts they will sort After this is the first step If I can survive
8.
Risky Chainsaw We don’t care how much you’re willing to pay This is something that we have to do anyway Didn’t drag this chainsaw here for nothing Here we stand and it’s time to start something Seeing the blood flow is just the thing we need it has the same affect as a shot of speed How many pieces can we make with you today Let’s start the dismemberment it’s the only way So hard people always beg with their life “please don’t murder me or my precious wife” Don’t have time to listen to your pleas Filthy little fucker begging on your knees Why is it that you won’t die Try so hard to stay alive Save your tears, no one here cares If you’d just stopped to think this through Could have seen it coming If you had just looked ahead Not that hard and then you’d not be so dead Rip Chord is pulled and the motor turns Through your flesh the chainsaw burns We don’t care how much you’re willing to pay This is something that we have to do anyway Didn’t drag this chainsaw here for nothing Here we stand and it’s time to start something
9.
Astral Projector As the light begins to flicker, on the pull down screen I see all the tell tale signs, what is it they mean? The film begins to roll, the curtains have been drawn Looking all around me and there is nobody to be found How did this happen I was sitting in my chair Now I find myself flying through the air As the projector comes on, I am slowly drifting through Then all of a sudden I swerve out of control Thought maybe it was my over active imagination Something created by my trials and tribulations Everything I have known slowly fading away Now it’s just me alone with a genuine sense of fear As the light begin to flicker, on the pull down screen I see all the tell tale signs, what is it they mean? The film begins to roll, the curtains have been drawn Looking all around me and there is nobody to be found I thought this was just supposed to be a class To teach me how to not drive like an ass Now I find that I’m tring to stay alive Even though my life is gone My mind and body moving on
10.
It Came Frome Nowhere Ears won’t stop ringing, still seeing stars This taste in my mouth, makes me want to barf Slammed in the street, there’s blood everywhere What the hell happed That slam came from Nowhere
11.
Scene Cannibal Sounds pretty good through these fucked up eyes The band is playing loud so no one hears your cries Do it like they do in a New Guinea shelter This mosh pit’s gonna look like helter skelter Pick you out of the crowd, put the sights on you Chopping you into bits is what we have to do Because all you do is start fights and make people want to leave Maybe it’s finally time that your the one who leaves Should have paid attention and made better choices So you might have survived as the native approaches Theres but one solution to those who disgrace the tribe Make the culprit watch as he’s eaten alive The flesh is on the table, and now the shows a safer place We have set a fine example, by devouring your face No more need to worry, the threat is now gone Wish I’d tasted you sooner, it wouldn’t have taken so long To devour your face, and make the shows a safer place Trying to impress the tough guys just put you on our plates We won’t tolerate people trying to start up fights Remember that your just meat and can be turned into food If you dance like a ninja or are impossibly rude

about

This album is not a Sump Pump Records release, but we want to do what we can to help promote it. We are selling this on their behalf, all proceeds go to the band.

This album was released on Vehicular Genocide Records.

credits

released November 26, 2014

Garan Drozd - Guitar
Andrew Smeltzer - Bass
Brian Greenfield - Drums
Nate Phillips - Vocals

Recorded by an american Mutt, in his basement.
Neighbors are Pist!
Mixed By. Jeff Stone at Third Scoop
Mastering By. Joel Grind
Cover by. Steven Ekanger

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sumppumprecords Des Moines, Iowa

Sump Pump Records was founded in 1998 by Dan Hutchison, Brian Wiksell and Bill Heard. We released a vinyl 7" EP for Why Make Clocks in 1998 and a full-length CD for Chad O'Neall in 2000...then we got preoccupied w/our bands.

Now, it’s back to Dan and Tom Reelitz releasing records w/a DIY approach, by ourselves and other bands we love.
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