some shows this weekend

go or die.

almost professional

show at infusion yesterday was kewl (^^^^). practice tonight was syk. wrote another new song. just thought i would post something. gotta get into the habit. l8r

j.

it's been awhile

yo, a lot of shit has been going on lately and i've gotten hella lazy. we've been playing some shows and writing some songs. we got about seven new songs and we're gonna be recording a few of them within the next two weeks for some splits. we also got a two month tour in the process of being booked for december. and there's a few sweet shows we got coming up and i'll put the fliers up when they're made. we're sold out of our first batch of human traffic cds and another batch is on it's way. this time we're printing on jewel cases with more artwork. hopefully we'll be printing some new shirts this week too. i'm gonna get back into the habit of posting again. don't hate. l8r

j.

LOOK INTO MY EYES AND HATE ME

sick

HUMAN TRAFFIC LYRIX

TITLE TRACK help me peel my face off the floor. we're both too young for this war. we'll dig ourselves sick

AND....TELL ME...

THRENCHKNIFE ....why can't i feel anything? can someone please convince me that i am still real? (still flesh and bone). cause i pissed in "god's" eye and now we're being bred for suicide. when does it get better?

MOSKOW i've been screaming for days but nobody's listening. nobody cares. we're just another blank page in their book. maybe one day they'll write of us. please tell me how to live my life, please tell me to fall in line. white faces....all i see are white faces staring back at me through the glass

WOLFFSPIT pigs with human faces at my ankles: staring, drooling over my flesh. we're drowning dreams in our own filth and we're drowning the foxes in piss. i'm living off the dirt under my fingernails. it's all i can stomach these days

THE BAD DAD BLUES they keep feeding me what i can't swallow. all i taste is salt and i can't fucking breathe. i've got the bad dad blues. you've got the bad dad blues. we got it bad

VIVA LA CHEEVA man is crippled and dead in his sin. i'm sorry your faith is a lie. i'm sorry your god is a waste of time. my teeth are just two rows of broken glass, when i speak it drowns the words in blood. this dungeon is our home, these insects are our family and the screws in my head keep digging deeper

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sup holmes

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also

we have one of the songs from human traffic up for free download. get it HERE.