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The distance
between where I am
and where I want to be
is always the same
Escapism prolonging escape
Circumstantial complacency
Self-destruction becomes
a means of survival
An endless cycle
The futility of
trying to find the
difference between
beginning and ending...
...from the burial plot in the garden
underneath the ashen oak
I offer one final plea
mouth filling up with dirt
“I was more than the weight of my work
The shadow of a dream deferred
The one who feeds you controls you
Did I ever have a choice?"
Close my eyes
None of this is real
Disposable/replaceable <-> Walls closing in
Look within myself <-> Face of wax
Another 40 hours gone <-> This isn't living
Bloodshot eyes
I'm alright <-> I'm on fire
Second job <-> Spread too thin
Still in debt <-> No Way Out
Didn’t eat <-> It's not safe
Fading fast <-> to be alone
Ghosts haunting ghosts
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2. |
Hipócrita
03:56
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Cómo puedes hablar del racismo
pero mirar a los pobres como no seres humanos
Maldito hipócrita
Tu no eres mejor
...de una serpiente muerta
Cómo tú puedes hablar
como sabes lo que es ser una persona
de color en un mundo blanco
Eres un veneno...
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3. |
Lost Faces
04:27
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Un derrame de sangre
Blood for blood
Stripped of a name
A dead language
Cacophonous silence
We die like partisans in pale moonlight
Skin crumbling in the terrible breeze
We dare to invent the future
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4. |
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Burnt out and dreamless
Alone and unkempt
Entombed in bloodless flesh
Contorted in masculine pose
Talking in circles
Worked to the bone
Sleepless in the aisles
Drifting through a sea of false memories
(staring / haunting / wanting / drowning)
until I clock out
and realize I’m 30 years older
With no forward motion
decay marks the passage of time
And so it seems that this is all there is
Lost faces, stolen moments
But maybe I deserve this
Maybe I deserve this
Maybe I’m nothing but
the weight of my work
If I dig a little deeper
I might just be able to turn this around
Why do I believe compliance will save me?
None of this is real
See me through my own eyes
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Shed the skin
Remove the toxicity
ingrained by standards & expectations | enforced by artificial environments
Censor myself (Hidden)
A sense of my self (Dormant)
Outward expression
I will not be erased
See me through my own eyes
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Productivity pushing us forward
fast-forwarding years of our lives
We’ll look back with regrets and say
“time goes by too fast when you’re this age”
No somos nada más que
el trabajo que producimos
Prescindible y borrable
cuando nos quedamos sin uso
Maybe our lives would have more meaning
(if we slow down! can we slow down?)
Re-evaluating
(our ties to each other)
another 40 hours gone
over and over and over
another 40 hours gone
over and over (it never ends)
another 40 hours gone
over and over and over
How could they know
(how could they know)
what it’s like to be considered nothing?
What’s the point?
This isn’t living
another 40 hours gone
over and over, replaceable
We dare to invent the future
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I never thought I’d see myself
on the opposite end of this rope.
The only thing keeping my feet off the ground is the chair that I stand on.
My past is my future
Locked doors, averted glances, silence
Too scared to kick the chair
Gravity, do your worst
Show me how to become a ghost
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8. |
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Keep my demons close to me
Better than a heart worn on a sleeve
Self-erasure
Trying to point my head towards brighter days
But it stays the same
It stays the same
Habits never change
I’ll always feel this way
Helpless, still caught up in my old ways
Eyes shut, running in the wrong direction
It’ll stay the same
It’ll stay the same
Until the bitter end
Por siempre
Nunca descanso
Sufriendo en silencio
Tristeza me consume
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To live
To live your life
To live our life
To live a life
To live our life out on the street
The toll is deeper than we realize
It could happen to anyone
We see them
but we look away
It’s a failed system
Invisible people
Picking meat from their bones
Those who fail lose everything
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I found myself slipping away. Cloaked in red with waxen face. A howling void of flesh. Withered and eternal, left to rot beneath my home.
From within the obsidian dark I glimpsed faces from my youth, disfigured beyond recognition, speaking in dead tongues. I couldn’t remember who they were. They meant everything to me.
You were there too, fading with the rest of them. Suspended above the trees, casting light through sheets of fog as a stellar remnant. I was blind with pity and anger for time moves too quickly.
(To think I once believed I could delay the setting sun
What I wouldn't give to reclaim those days)
From behind my mask I called, but you were fading with the rest of them.
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Waking up at early noon wondering where the mornings went
Staring at beams of light that filter through the cracks in my space
Time is in a fever dream
Everyday a part of me is forgotten, thinking...
“What has become of me?”
I’m just another slab of stone in a structure meant to crumble;
I'm meant to crumble.
A life etched into concrete
A life so less deserved
A life etched into concrete
Existence is so absurd // Existence of the absurd
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12. |
Anchored
05:38
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This feeling is lingering
Everyday I wake up feeling defeated
Why must I crave death?
Where is my happiness?
I’ve spent years focusing on self-reflection
Just for everything to crumble
Am I real? / I don’t know / Will I ever? / Where can I disappear?
In my dream I was drowning in the sea
Sinking while my lungs collapsed
Why can’t I feel at ease?
Why is my answer death?
When I woke up it felt like I still couldn’t breathe
I ask myself why
The feeling lingers
It clings to me, like paint on a wall, like skin onto flesh
At night I close my eyes and hope my dream becomes reality and I’m swallowed by the sea
My broken spirit suffers
If I could just feel weightless
I want it, but I gave up
I wanted it so badly
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Loud sounds from New Jersey. We dance to the beat of a lost future.
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