A Pleasure to Burn

by Thoughtcrime

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A Pleasure to Burn is Thoughtcrime's first full length album and a healthy balance of melody and aggression. It was recorded, mixed and mastered by Bubonic Nate himself at the AV's legendary No Exit Studios in Lancaster, CA. Enjoy!

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released November 30, 2014

Vocals and guitar: Oscar Pleitez
Bass and Backups: Gabe Gonzalez
Drums: Jose Carrillo

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Thoughtcrime is a raw, melodic punk band from the Antelope Valley, CA.

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Track Name: A Pleasure to Burn
It's a pleasure to burn these places to the ground
Without remorse or guilt, hear that crackling sound?
As the as the echoes of sages in ages of yore
Their pages to ashes and dust to the floor
It's a pleasure to burn the parchment you bound
With words you strung to be so profound
In a flash of flame stacks go ablaze
And all that remains is charred, black and tame
It's a pleasure to burn these pages you read
Without apparent halt or any yield or concede
Yeah, we torch all that compels you to quest
Reduced to a mound and onto the next
Track Name: World Gone Grey
Perfect little pieces all stacked neatly and in place
All without the slightest clue as to who sets the pace
Happy in dystopia, they march and sing their song
With no waves to rock the boat, their journey drags along
Proletariat: your numbers strong. Your world's been grey for far too long
They regurgitate and then you feast. You never knew what went on beneath
Well fed and distracted, their objections far between
It's an iron fist that holds the bait, don't bite the hand that feeds
Coercive are the forces that control their everyday
But he's their kin, familiar and engaging in their gameProletariat: your numbers strong. Your world's been grey for far too long
They regurgitate and then you feast. You never knew what went on beneath
Track Name: Extra Extra
Build it bigger than it needs to be
Because it's excess that proves your prosperity
Pile it high, fill it to the brim
Break the seam revealing the true beauty within
Extra! Extra! Read all about it. You sowed the seeds, now look at what sprouted
Extra! Extra! Hot off the press. You bear the weight, and want none of the stress
Distort the facts, bend them to curves
The truth now redefined accepting the absurd
If it feels good, engorge to death
Well who the fuck are you to tell me what's correct?
Extra! Extra! Hot off the press. You bear the weight, and want none of the stress
Track Name: City of Glass
I'm one of few, not one of you
Not just a number or transparent to see through
Felt what I feel, it seemed so real
Can't make much sense of this or justify appeal
Time to make tracks, there's no turning back
We gotta flee this city made of glass
If walls could talk, they would speak clear
Telling all the secrets and the lies you'll never hear
I learn to cope and only hope
One day that they'll reveal it's all a funny joke
Time to make tracks, there's no turning back
We gotta flee this city made of glass
Track Name: Busy Wasting Time
Medicaments to sweep you away
Into a land where you'll be sleeping in wait
Waiting for the apothecary to rid you of your pain
They keep you loaded and keep it flowing
'Til you live a happy lie
Unaware, unabashed
You'll be busy wasting time
Distribution, meet accessibility
The poorest excuse is inability
Using that old alpenstock to flee (from sensibility)
Here's your soma, just a gram
Let it lubricate your mind
You'll be sane just the same
And you'll be busy wasting time
Track Name: Doubleplus Kill
It's getting cold outside
I hope you packed a jacket and some gloves
Say goodbye to everything
You've ever known and everyone you love
Doubleplus kill! Kill! Kill!
This is a game no one survives
Doubleplus kill! Kill! Kill!
He who wins is last to die
The playing field is even
But no one's around to take the measurements
The saddest part is that
Nobody's gonna wonder where we ever went.
Doubleplus kill! Kill! Kill!
This is a game no one survives
Doubleplus kill! Kill! Kill!
He who wins is last to die
Who's gonna pat all the corpses on the back?
Or proclaim the win with a victory dance
The battlefield turned to a big gaping hole
A crater that sucked up six billion souls
Track Name: Endstart
If a man on his own fights a world gone mad
It's easy to call him insane
But he's willing to fight and he's willing to die
How many of you can testify the same?
Winston never changed the world, but he tried and that's more than you can say
He hoped that the proles would reclaim the throne, or at least he can show them the way
Life starts where it ends and you're along for the ride
What will you do to fill in the space?
We all die in the end despite our attempts
Why not vanish and still leave a trace?
Winston never changed the world, but he tried and that's more than you can say
He hoped that the proles would reclaim the throne, or at least he can show them the way
Winston tried to change the world though he knew he'd be joining the dead
He hoped that the proles would reclaim the throne, then took a bullet to the head
Track Name: Emergency
Plastered to the recliner as child bearing teenagers
Hijack all the frequencies injecting their stolid disease
The score still stands at 1 and OH! as you bounce back to what you know
Enjoy the show 'til your mind is blown...out of control
This is an emergency of intellect deficiency
You watch and wait on hand and knee; indulge in mediocrity
Give into the urge to purge your IQ's points on downward curve
One of the herd, a flock of birds, in star struck shock, you live to serve
True life in red, green and blue-surrender unto the tube
Be ignorant and they'll reward you with a camera crew
This is an emergency of intellect deficiency
You watch and wait on hand and knee; indulge in mediocrity
Track Name: Make Room
I thought I saw you wink when you said you had special plans
But you didn't think of me, so I walked away with empty hands
I didn't promise you the world
Or that I'd tie a rope around the moon
And hand it to you...
I just said I'd make room
It'll never happen again-confess it all with open ends
But you found a friend and that's where my ties to should end.
I don't have what you want
But I'll make sure you get what you need
If it's not enough for you
I guess I can't make room
Track Name: Force Fed Identity
History books missing pages, replaced by false information
Here lie all your heroes nice and neat
The mute shall speak, but only hatred. Led by misrepresentation
Blind to the havoc that they will reek
The excursions of the miner tell a different history
He excavates the soil ever so accurately
As he tells of his discoveries, he's made a mockery
He still will not ignore the truth of his identity
The children all with distraught faces. Waiting and oh so complaisant
Destined for a future built on lies
We don't understand your language made up of interpretation
Only being fed things that we despise
The excursions of the miner tell a different history
But the charlatan contorted it to his affinity
And infinity's a long way, but I say with certainty
That we still will not ignore the truth of our identity
The excursions of the miner tell a different history
Yet the public refuses the fact they live a reverie
Don't tell me that the past is such a pleasant memory
Because I still will not ignore the truth of my identity
Track Name: Home
Poppa was a working man, hands worked to the bone
Taught me everything I know 'til I was on my own
Well it ain't like that no more these days, things changed for the worse
Family now broken apart, how do I break this curse?
Values that we used to know are gone and out of sight
With all the displacement you cause, how can you sleep at night?
You're dismantling a home one piece at a time
Breaking bread with those who do, those who do just fine
Here we go again, (ALRIGHT!) they say third time's a charm
It never works the way you want until you twist their arm
Everything is alright when you look the other way
Hand me down problems are the mess from yesterday
You're dismantling a home one piece at a time
Breaking bread with those who do, those who do just fine
Poppa was a working man, they worked him to the bone
Now I gotta fill his shoes so we can have a home