Guilt Complex

by Wieuca

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Track Name: Snitches Get Stitches
Paranoia wraps my skull in terror
cracked glass riddled across the tile
and your smile is a tear in your face
and your face is a target with two bullseyes on it

Now you're living on your cousin's couch in the ghetto
Se vende drogas para comprar su sexo
He packing heat man, that's some heavy metal
try to maintain and mind your own business
you know it gets vicious. Snitches get stitches.

Every minute a marathon of fear, a universe of terror
and there's no way out
I've known pleasure and I know pain
I know tomorrow will be the same
There's no way out

A pile of bones in a Metallica shirt
s(p)lit the new day open, wait for it to drop
dirt-colored hair looking real slick
drip the drink down til it makes you sick

Every minute a marathon of fear, a universe of terror
and there's no way out
Look at the plants on the window,
grow jealous of their simple mindless existence
No way out

Every minute a marathon of fear, a universe of terror
and there's no way out
Deprivation is a virtue
A little pain couldn't hurt you
man there's no way out
Track Name: Slow War
One man's comfort and security is to his son soul-suckin monotony.
A certain brand is doomed to wander free on exile and vacation for eternity. Some just ain't right for marriage and a family.

you always do this. stop acting stupid
(but I can't help it)
ego swelling, composure melting
(but I can't help it)

There's a droning through the drywall, but it doesn't call your name
as your features become distorted with age
to me, you look like furniture in your own home
stone-faced and rooted where you stand
and to you I must look like hell
this restless mind I've come to know so well
what do you say or can you tell?
Track Name: Atrium
Given (give in) to sin, savage passion beyond the point of recognition
Back flat on the table like a patient. Able, willing(ram)
Drips from the ceiling drop down and find a crack in the floor
Come in, shut the door

In a downward spiral, headed for the drain
Your wide open mouth, eyes bugging out, high-ceiling house
Can I stay for a night or two (bare minimum)
On the couch by the guest room (in the atrium)
All I can give you is cheap and abstract
It's much too much
Give me a drag

Along my way I see her. It push me backward
The road ahead is swerving. Sixty miles an hour
Track Name: Enamel
Sara you got that serotonin smile
that crawls across your face when
I take you down to the basement
Get used to how
how it feels getting used and getting down
and the other way around

Breathe you in like a cigarette it's
Earl Grey and Camel blues for breakfast
and black coffee for dinner
Cottonmouth, I'm flying south for the winter
Take a ride on your razor blades it's the
dopamine swimming in your brain
Time ticks in quarter notes
and you're still jumping down my throat

Party girl, take me out tonight
but brace yourself for the future
and put another beer in the cooler
Machinery spinning in your head makes me dizzy
Can I spin you round on my bed this evening
or do you just wanna leave me?

Breathe you in like a cigarette it's
Earl Grey and Camel blues for breakfast
and black coffee for dinner
Cottonmouth, I'm flying south for the winter
Take a ride on your razor blades it's the
dopamine swimming in your brain
Time ticks in quarter notes
and you're still jumping down my throat
Track Name: Building A Shrine
Throughout the years, we've thrown out the trash
tossed out our souvenirs. we'll never get them back
the guy in your picture ain't the same and you don't know me
I've made a change. I think they call that growing

So throw down some beers and don't spill the cup
swallow your tears and don't throw them up
it wouldn't be fair to lead you on cause I gotta go
take an adderal and drive into the next time zone

You're building a shrine to an apparition
You've idealized a guy that's changed
You'll never relive that golden moment
I've moved on and you should do the same

A little down the road, after braving the gravel
you can use what you've learned from all your travels
don't let the heartache bring you down and kill your summer
when you hear my sound, don't take cover

When your hair turns grey and you've got lines on your face
by then what I did to you, you will have done the same
you'll put your feet right where I'm standing soon I know
because I was in your shoes not long ago

You're building a shrine to an apparition
You've idealized a guy that's changed
You'll never relive that golden moment
I've moved on and you should do the same
Track Name: Broke
Flung haphazardly on the couch
watch the ceiling fan spin while my stomach growls
got a safety pin (punx) where I used to have a button
reach into my pocket and I don't feel nothing
but a hole in the bottom is a metaphor
and I slump from the couch down to the floor
a person like me just can't get off
it's time for me to get a goddamn job

On the other side of town, there's always something going down
They buy artisanal toilet paper. See you at the tanning booth later
And on my side of town it's all dried-up dead and brown
I drain the last drop and the bottle's empty
the ghost of sobriety leaves my body

The bar's overstaffed and I can't get a shift
the boss is mad and the manager's pissed
the smoke leaves his lungs and he discards the butt
while I'm saving up two months for the Haircut

Cool Guy Jake and the Blackout Brigade
are going to them bars tonight. it's going to be real gay*
Huge fire ants take over my street. Next door neighbor is Lee Von Teves, if that tells you anything
Yeah on my side of town, where fire ants freckle the ground,
I drain the last drop and the bottle's empty
Ghost of sobriety leaving my body

*I wrote this song in June 2015, the week that love was legalized and that Americans could marry the ones they love, regardless of their sexual orientation. I was ecstatic, 21 years old, and (perhaps naively) wanted to say 'gay' meaning happy, with a wink to the gay community for an enormous political victory over hate and ignorance which Athens was celebrating heavily. Unfortunately the 2016 election showed us that bigots are still running the world and we have a long way to go. I just want to make it clear that this song and Wieuca in general do NOT condone using 'gay' as a slur or insult. Ever.
Track Name: Gas Giant
1. Turn off the alarm
2. Live in delighted disregard
3. Crystallize with age
4. Dance into the grave

[we are now going to progress to some steps which are a bit more difficult. ready, set, and begin]
Track Name: Canadian Tuxedo
You're drowning in a daydream
say statements dirty tasting
take drags from a cigarette lit
admit that you're just wasting away

Rat traps in the place of handshakes
break dates to run the rat race
sit back with a stack of pancakes
can't take it, drowns out your noise for days

I'm drowning in a day drink
stay standing while the sun bakes
bleached teeth, lazy and a fake
sunburn tan damn you're wasted today

You're drinking out in deep space
Drain down the weeks the sun takes
blank days/daze the man he just can't
believe the months have been washed away

She don't think about being alone
Yeah she'd rather break every bone
She don't want to be alone
Track Name: Cold Beach
Wieuca is your baby daddy's favorite baby daddy
Track Name: No G∞d
the mechanical rattle screams and cackles maniacally
as I ride on my cadillac saddle face-first into battle
you don't get anything from me
and with the horsepower of a wildebeast
I mow down everything in my way
I don't mind you

Waste my time
All day, all night

yeah I know their type, and they're up to no g00d
I was better off when I didn't know
self-contradictory, try to smoke creativity
put on another tie dye shirt and feed your kids losing lottery tickets and do some more whip it's, dipshit

Waste my life
Okay, alright

Less of a weekend than a lull in the continuum
as the scrap metal's twisting in the hands of the worker
[just like pete townshend]
wasting my time
you're no good
Track Name: Polyp
Alive
You could never die the easy way
That's not what you're like
Smashed to splinters, in the end it doesn't matter
Your pointless plans will break agian
Ambitions shatter

I replay it every night
it eats away and swallows my mind
Ripped to shreds, sharing beds, taking over
Day to day, it fades away until you don't know her

You know the worst part is that you'll always be alright
And everything you love will pass before your eyes
Mouth on the bottle, yeah you drink until it's dry
Every night.