Sono Pronta a Morire

by TORSO

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Tracked live to tape February, 2015 by Jack Shirley at The Atomic Garden. Mix and Mastered May, 2015 by Jack Shirley. Cover artwork by Jim Kettner. Out NOW on Agipunk and Sorry State Records!

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released September 7, 2015

Ktrü: Guitar
Ethan: Vocals
Jasmine: Bass
Giacomo: Drums

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tags: punk d-beat feminism straight edge vegan xvx California

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Track Name: Reflections on a Damaged Life
Sono pronta a morire. Chipping away at my sanity. Negative thoughts. Dark mentality. Regression. No way up. Filling my mouth with empty words. Starting to slip. Feeling the burn. Gasping for air. Fighting despair.
Track Name: Eating Scraps
Held down by convictions. Stifled by blame. Millions are slaughtered. Wrapped up in a game. They will fight for compassion, but never for you. No one is watching, and nobody cares. They’ll fight for compassion, but never for you.
Track Name: Pigeonholed
Policing the parts that are too small to see. Taking much more and I'll just want to scream. Walls closing in. Can't catch a break. Wise up–it suffocates me. Easy to snap. Break over a knee. Breaking the mold. Can't have your way. Wise up–it suffocates me. Emasculate. De-feminize. Lay it to rest. Let it go.
Track Name: No Commonality
You have a lot of things to say, but you're never speaking. The only thing we have in common is that we are both fucking breathing. We pay them. They kill us. There is no choice. There is no trust. The system is built on hollow ground. The weeds will rise, and they can't keep them down. We pay them. They kill us. There is no choice. There is no trust.
Track Name: You Stay on that High Horse
Trapped in a prison. Taken by who we trust the most. Wolf in sheep's clothing. This consumption is just gross. Masculine kinships lay where they take the most. Sitting in destruction, on their thrones they boast. Every man must fight. Entitled to his birthright. Masculine kinships lay where they take the most. Sitting in destruction, on their thrones they boast. This world’s made for them. It’s not made for us. Lets burn this fucking world down, and build back up from dust.
Track Name: Ascension
Stuck in the mud. Trapped in the trunk. Spent most my life just covering up. I want to try to rise above. Ascension. Trapped in this cave. Searching for light. Never imagined, I’d have to look up. I want to try to rise above. Ascension.
Track Name: No Turning Back
Ignore your desires. Vision is blurred. Playing with fire, and getting burned. Turning from nature. Stars will configure. The current world order can't sustain for much longer. Hearts are burning. We all mess around. Nobody is learning, and the warning has come. Turning from nature. Stars will configure. The current world order can't sustain for much longer. The walls are up, but they are failing to hold. Can't keep this up. It’s getting too old.
Track Name: Accepted Forms of Mutilation
We all have dreams of being dismembered. Get rid of what’s soft, and put back together. Self-esteem pushed aside for self-preservation. Without a glimmer of remorse. We all have dreams of being much better. Assigned to envy, competition and anger. Self-esteem pushed aside for self-preservation. Without a glimmer of remorse.
Track Name: Will You Float?
I am sinking. Always sinking. You never let me swim. I am sinking. Always sinking. Sinking like a stone. Lungs holding water all the way to the top. Scratching and fighting all the way to the top. I don't mind. Bide my time.
Track Name: Everyone Is Sick
Can't fix that brain. Just give it drugs. Half of the population needs to feel numb. Years of abuse washed down the drain. Sedate us all, so we can't feel real pain. Captivated by outdated words. Don’t look to yourself. Everyone is sick. There’s no profit in health.
Track Name: Solutions According to the Opulent
Inaccessible sympathy. Cling to false security. Throwing gold at decay. Contrived empathy. Upholding authority. Projecting false yearning, and the choice to take action. Throwing gold at decay. Death and decay. Temporary distraction. Off-hand reaction. Discriminate cruelty. Upper crust compassion. Throwing gold at decay.