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A Pleasure to Burn

by Thoughtcrime

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1.
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
2.
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
3.
Extra Extra 01:26
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
4.
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
5.
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
6.
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
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Endstart 01:43
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
8.
Emergency 01:28
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
9.
Make Room 02:29
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
10.
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
11.
Home 03:00
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

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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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