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OPEN WOUNDS DEMO

by Paroxysm

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    OUT NOW! - MAY 13th - 2016

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1.
OPEN WOUNDS 03:05
Stolen life on stolen land Collapsing here like grains of sand Inequity embodied while these bodies decay The hourglass is empty There is no time of day No radar blip, no sound alarm What insolent pigs who run this farm Cold blooded racist system entrenched with vile hate A legacy of open wounds Tomorrow is too late
2.
SPIT 03:40
You've poisoned their minds with hatred and lies Your ignorance and bigotry is heroic in their eyes What kind of filth puts a child on front lines? You hide behind their innocence Maybe one day they will see You are the enemy My body is not where you will practice your religion My womb is not a storage unit for your fucking children Your semen is worth no more than spit/ swallow/ abort as I see fit
3.
SKIN JACKET 02:56
Merciless steel jaw Clamps down on your leg You scream for hours You cry for days You long for shelter No one is coming to save you Thirst, hunger, fear grow stronger They will come watch you take your last breath they want to wear your skin Your own flesh stands between life and death So desperate now you sink your teeth in They will smash your skull to pieces and wear your fucking skin
4.
It has to start with me It has to start with you Look beyond the white picket fence See the world and it's ugly truth Democracy fails Corruption prevails People want change Resistance remains Met with violence and fear of death Fighting to live, voices held captive No food to spare No medical care Homes lay in waste A culture erased Displaced and freezing in the cold of night You have the privilege to ignore their plight They don't want to tear down your fence Your rotting white picket fence
5.
All the money in the world cannot buy back the dead Or ease the pain and suffering of those on which you tread Nor will it release the grip of hateful fear you spread All the money in the world cannot buy back the dead Daddy died overseas left you and mommy all alone That military pension barely paying for your home There's a life that's blown to bits with every dollar spent All the money in the world cannot buy back the dead Freedom from capitalist reign Freedom from a life lived in vain Economic slavery with nothing to gain Time disappears Sickness remains You take their culture, land, and lives Five hundred years of genocide Apologies and dollar signs are the holes in which you hide $ Two billion more excuses for what remains unsaid That all the money in the world cannot buy back the dead All the money in the world cannot buy back the dead No wrong can be made right with the money that you spend You can buy the tools to dig your graves and live your lives as corporate slaves But all the money in the world cannot buy back the dead

about

Recorded March 27/2016 at Studio @ in Edmonton, AB

Our cover picture depicts the church on site at the St Bernard Residential School located in Grouard, Alberta.
From 1939 until 1962 it operated as part of the Indian Act in which two generations were required to attend.
My mother and her siblings were the second generation to spend part of their childhood in a residential school. They went to the St Bernard Residential School.
The significance of this building in my life is monumental.
It is where they took my family’s pride in culture, language, and history.
It is where colonial genocide took its last sharp swing at my family along with many others and succeeded.
It is where they took the love and innocence of children and turned it into hate and trauma.
The trauma and PTSD caused by these institutions has had many intergenerational effects and can be seen in every community across the country.
The intergenerational trauma that has come as a result of what was done in this building has had a major part in my mental health issues throughout my life.
It is my deep-rooted shame in self.
It is the separation from my culture.
It is holding myself to white standards.
It is where my culture died, but my body remained.
It is my trauma.
It is my vision of hell.

- Chris

credits

released May 13, 2016

Holly - Vox
Robin - Guitar
Alex - Guitar
Brendan - Bass
Chris - Drums

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