Sinking, We Regress

by Allout Helter

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Our first full length album for Dang!Records. It's pretty badass.

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released 28 May 2013

All songs written, performed and produced by Allout Helter
Recorded Fall 2012-Spring 2013 by Allout Helter at "The Helter Shelter"
Mixed and Mastered by Chris Fogal at Black in Bluhm Music
Artwork and Layout by Tyler Gibson at Doom Toof Design
Published by Millennia Music

Ross Hostage: Lead Vocals
Cameron Leamons: Guitar/Vocals
Fred Bear: Guitar/Vocals
Chad Gilbert: Bass
Ryan Shook: Drums

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Track Name: Assume the Imposition
You know the drill!
Assume the imposition
Embrace free market
And abandon your ideals

They say we're lazy and coddled, unpatriotic and addle-brained
Sitting in judgement atop family fortunes
And their ill-gotten gains

If you can't relate at all, then you're a complacent son of a bitch
And if you'd rather watch it all, then you deserve everything that you get
This isn't a warning, we've moved beyond the time for games
We don't want your pity but we're begging for your change

Bogus paradigm
Force-fed from the beginning
No wonder we're capsizing
The water is filling our lungs

Getting hard to breathe, harder to believe that cynicism reigns
Who will take responsibility
For patching what remains?

And if you can't relate at all, then you're a complacent son of a bitch
If you'd rather watch it fall, then you deserve everything that you get
This isn't a warning, we've moved beyond the time for games
Fuck your pity and we don't need your change
Track Name: Idiot Box
We'll be right back after a word from our sponsors...

Reality is no good for business
So they've decided to fabricate their own
Truth won't drive stock prices higher
And won't keep you a loyal, subjugated buyer

Can you feel the itch inside your brain?
It's that urgent need to consume
They're building your own tomb
Quick fixes and magic elixers are only a band-aid on
The gushing artery that is our economy

Do you really believe a reprieve is coming soon?
Talking heads only posit one-sided, short-sighted solutions
That will leave us desolate within a generation or two
With no hope of renewal or possible chance of survival

What do you fuckin' believe? A reprieve is coming soon?
Stop lending credence to these fools!

Can you feel the itch inside your brain?
It's that urgent need to consume
They're building your own tomb
Quick fixes and magic elixers are only a band-aid on
The gushing artery that is our economy

Rip your umbilical cords from the wall
And will you turn that fucking thing off?!
Track Name: Millennia
I've given everything that I can give but that's not much
I'm clinging to this crutch
Love is such a funny thing it really don't mean anything
The voice of my frustration speaks to time that I have wasted
Speak to me in tongues and maybe I could understand
That I am just one man
Feeling stuck, I don't give a fuck about the Five Year Plan
Writing letters to myself
Return to sender, you need help

Headed for a breakdown
Screamed so loud I woke myself
From the deepest sleep I keep
Secrets hidden in my dreams
So no one could ever see
The darkness hidden within me
Dreams are always incomplete
Out of touch, out of reach
Obstacles so obsolete
I am the shadow of defeat
Don't mean anything to me, don't mean anything

Is it such a crime to take things one step at a time?
You'd better fall in line!
Battle tested, bullet proof, bleeding through these exit wounds
The breath of death against my neck, a constant threat
One step forward, two steps back, feeling angry, feeling trapped
Am I about to snap?
Criticize through empty eyes, never even asking "why"?
Jumping to conclusions based on all of your confusion

Headed for a breakdown
Screamed so loud I woke myself
From the deepest sleep I keep
Secrets hidden in my dreams
So no one could ever see
The darkness hidden within me
Dreams are always incomplete
Out of touch, out of reach
Obstacles so obsolete
I am the shadow of defeat
Don't mean anything to me, don't mean anything
Track Name: Thrasher '89
This demon I despise, baptized in blood and lies
It's been a wild ride, I've said my last good-bye
This is the battle cry, there's no place left to hide
Pawn off the trophy wives, burn all the suits and ties
CANCEL THE FOURTH OF JULY!

I'm drowning in these waves
Dancing on these flames
We'll never be the same again
And the memories remain
I've been soaking up the stains
Never turn the page again

Culture in decline, vultures soaring high
Wrong turns I despise, I'm scratching out my eyes
This devious device, intent to entice
Never think things twice, a bargain at any price
GET OUT OF MY LINE OF SIGHT!

I'm drowning in these waves
Dancing on these flames
We'll never be the same again
And the memories remain
I've been soaking up the stains
Never turn the page again
Track Name: A Stranger in a Familiar Land
I'm sorry, you'll have to forgive me
For you see, I'm a bit preoccupied
Too little sleep, too many cigarrettes
I walk through a world that's often apathetic and unkind

Sometimes it's hard for me to give a shit
When the impact made is too minuscule to judge
Pain and suffering, no rain and no reply
I only watch my feet 'cause I can't look to the sky

Freedoms I've taken for granted
I'm white, I rarely need them
Original sin's a privilege?
Fuck that, I don't believe it!

Who are we to be the speaker for the dead?
I can't erase these thoughts from inside my head
Track Name: Danny's Gone AWOL
Not much to report, it was just another day
Indentured servitude to the system he obeyed
Cyclical routine, always running, never reaching
Ever grasping at the straws of a "so-called" successful life

Might as well hang himself by his Windsor now
And save them the trouble of
Leeching the life from his veins one nine-to-five at a time
Beats the back-breaking assembly line
In the end, the result remains the same
A wasted shell of a man who lived his whole life a slave

Enjoyment through monetary gain
He was unable to obtain

But Danny was able to scrape enough scratch together
For an extremely precious purchase
To bring ultimate pleasure, the ultimate high
Bided his time
Found it wrapped up just for him
And inside, as a young man said, "are other worlds than these"

Not much to report, it was just another day
The smoke drifted upward and carried him away
Not much to report, it was just another day
The smoke drifted upward and carried Daniel away
Track Name: Andromeda III
Never have I felt so alone
Never have I felt so cold
Didn't think I'd sink this low
Thought that I was in control

So you analyze me and you criticize me
Somehow intertwined we drift apart so blindly
I cannot forget your face
It's like I'm floating out in space

Once upon a time we're told
Life is such a winding road
My mind is set on overload
Sick of going with the flow

So you analyze me and you criticize me
Somehow intertwined we drift apart so blindly
I cannot forget your face
It's like I'm floating out in space
Track Name: El Barquero de los Muertos
Will I live to see tomorrow?
Sailing on the sea of sorrow
Breaking waves against my bow
Is it too late to turn around?
To navigate these wayward seas
In hopes of finding land unseen
Unconquered by these greedy kings
We don't owe you anything!

I am just a link on a chain
Someone screaming, "Anchors aweigh!"
Somehow all these open doors
Keep leading me to open floors
To sail the seven seas in search of
A destination or a purpose
Paradise below the surface
Purgatory, you have cursed us!

All washed up, there's nothing to see
This ghost ship rides the winds of defeat
S.O.S! This vessel in distress
Sinking, we regress
The water's to our necks!
Track Name: Darkest Days
Paint me up, I am your voodoo doll
Throw me up against the wall
Cut me up, dust me off again
'Cause I am ready to crawl

I can't see this image of me
I might be something bigger than me
Stick to your guns or stick your guns in the ground
We're never going down

These darkest days, outcast by shadows past
Silhouette of wither and decay
My dying wish, to make some sense of this
But lately I've got nothing to say

I can't see this image of me
I might be something bigger than me
Stick to your guns or stick your guns in the ground
We're never going down