Because, Maybe

by Freedom From Concern

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1.
We aren't defined by our ideologies, sexual proclivities, or ethnicities. We aren’t defined by our nationalities, or gender identities. We must rethink our current critiques, because we’re more than what lies on the surface. Strangers are not our enemies. Sometimes the hunger for power feels stronger than the desire to coexist together. Opposing perspectives provoke altercation. We clamor in anger through confrontation. Our destination’s dehumanization. Animalistic behavior without realization. We have forgotten how to see ourselves in each others eyes. Cognitive dissonance holds us hostage. Examine the ignorance that we marinate in. We judge each other from our worst examples while rating ourselves by our best intentions. Tribal sovereignty narrows our empathy. A double standard that’s double dealing. History will repeat itself until we redefine ourselves.
2.
03:05
Have you ever walked down a road in which you weren’t allowed to turn back? Sometimes we choose a path to follow, and later on regret our first step. If we let our failures paralyze us we’ll only drift further into dismay. Every misstep instills a lesson, our corrections are ours to make. Nights of lament, and days of seething could taint the purest person's intentions. If we seek rehabilitation, we better exercise cognition. Break away from familiar judgment to perceive things differently. Will we rise with initiative, or lay undetermined to leave our beds? Nobody ever wants to die regretful, or unrecognized. Don’t let your disinterests govern your entire lives. Stop your war for inner peace, for peace begins with truce. When one battles with oneself catastrophe ensues. Hide your true identity by wearing your parents shoes, or be the change you want to see, for change begins with you. Everyone has those nights when they feel like giving up. It feels like you’re pressing on the gas, but you’re still holding in the clutch. It’s a infamous feeling that we never disclose. If we don't preserve than we'll succumb to the wickedness that lingers in our subconscious. It’s moments of laughter that mend our dispositions. We envision a future where happiness is effortless. It beacons the question will those days ever come? We’ll conquer disillusion through the strength of our conviction.
3.
You’re not great at conversations, so you stood speechless. She’s not known for her patiences, so she left anxious. The scene of her departure replays in your head. Your chance at a relationship is almost dead. You are lookin at your phone again, because you feel there’s something wrong. You know she’s got your number, but you know she’ll never call. Will you find a solution to your problem? Mourning over your failed romance has left you restless. The cues of non-verbal expression are mythical. Fat chance living a fairytale when you’re anti-social. You are lookin at your phone again, because you feel there’s something wrong. You know she’s got your number, but you know she’ll never call. Infatuation captured your heart through visions of ecstasy as you exposed your deepest hopes and dreams to your unresponsive bedroom ceiling. Romance has no affinity for leaving emotions in one piece. You missed your opportunity, but love will find you eventually.
4.
02:06
The earth stood still, or so it seemed when world war three was announced on the TV. Hecticity filled the streets internationally. Bombs defaced our entire world in a single heartbeat. Every breath we take burns. The world we knew lays deformed. The monsters within us won through atomic annihilation. The blasts of light sent most running home. Some accepted their fates, and watched the show. Some were the lucky ones, their shelters were made of stone. Billions dead, and millions more scavenging irradiated cities. Oh my god! As we walked through the streets we stepped over the bodies of the deceased. This world has been exchanged for a desolated catastrophe. The trajectory of humanity was calculated falsely. Where do we go from here in this wasteland? Our homes are ashes in the breeze. Our friends, and our families are gone. Grandchildren will share stories of their grandparents apathy as the world burned.
5.
03:36
In the darkest moment of her life The needle pierced her arm for the first time. She didn’t want to read the deal she signed. She vanished into the abyss by design. Self retrain was a virtue found only in her deepest dreams. Its practice was made difficult by the strains of poverty. The world tore at her heels until it brought her to her knees. She felt as though she was alone adrift on a toxic sea. She wore sarcasm as a personal shield to deflect combatants on the dating field. Men warmed her bed. Their egos must’ve been fed. She obliged them so long as they were there. It was difficult to change her point of view those days. Her mistakes were stained upon her mirror. A self-proclaimed escape was a mere expansion to the metaphysical cage she could not abandon. In the darkest moment of her life The needle pierced her arm for the first time. She didn’t want to read the deal she signed. She vanished into the abyss by design. The girl she was got left behind. To get her back she’d pay any price. She touched her hand to the wall every night. she swam towards shore, but couldn’t resist the tide. Her self-worth came from others eyes in her street-walking enterprise. Pessimism blossomed turning her feeble, so she found escape through a needle. Her life became a series of disasters. She envied her diaries previous chapters. She hit rock bottom, and that's where she lay. She’s gone, but we’ll never forget her face. In the darkest moment of her life The needle pierced her arm for the first time. She didn’t want to read the deal she signed. She vanished into the abyss by design.
6.
01:33
As I'm walking down the street during Christmas I see people through their windows as I pass by. Everyone with shelter seems jolly this instant As they look forward to another cozy night. Jolliness doesn't exist out here, Just a desperate feeling beneath the glistening ice. Freezing abandoned children don't cheer, Because they might be dead before sunrise. Your fire is toasty and bright, But there won't be any warmth found in the darkness tonight By the thousands of homeless men, women, and children Impoverished victims labeled as villains, So when you look out of your window tonight Be glad you're not struggling to stay alive While clutching to a cardboard sign As a thousand unfamiliar faces pass you by.
7.
01:06
He plans to travel outside, but never winds up leaving his room. He wants to socialize, but anxiety tells him what to do. He dons optimistic vibes, untrue to how he feel inside. He flirts with suicide, and repeatedly asks himself. There has to be more to this life than staring at my alarm In the morning. There has to be more to this life than waiting around for someone to save me. There has to be more to this life than merely what the naked eye can see. There has to be more to this life, but I think I’ll just end it now. His life was a climb up a rickety ladder. He was twenty years up, and was scared of heights. He didn’t pretend to have the answers. He knew up from down, not wrong from right. As he dangled at deaths doorstep He regretted so many things. He cuts his noose in a last ditch effort. He chose life, he chose to climb.
8.
01:44
When you live on the streets you get the itch to kill, for when the law’s by your side it’s just dragging you to jail. You can loath the concrete, you can pop another pill, you can work your whole life, or you can live it in a cell. The junkies in the alleys are withdrawing again. Mothers, and fathers can’t afford to pay rent. Minimum wage ain’t enough to live. Drug deals keep the roof above our heads. What are you gonna do when you get hurt? Without health insurance, you can’t take time off work. McDonald’s doesn’t hire convicted criminals. The streets are as fair as they are edible. Seven days a week working a nine to nine, and you’re still surviving off nickels & dimes. Cutting corners with every necessity you buy. Hoping someday your family will thrive. Grandmas chronic pain requires painkillers. Without a prescription you purchased from drug dealers. Now the war on drugs has you serving time. Now your record is stained from a petty crime. When you live on the streets you get the itch to kill, for when the law’s by your side it’s just dragging you to jail. You can loath the concrete, you can pop another pill, you can work your whole life, or you can live it in a cell.
9.
05:06
I watched myself sleep, woke a second too soon. My eyes fixated on a translucent fume. Into me again like a window I climbed, but a part of me was left behind. The abyss is a temptress. Impossible for me to resist. During silence it beckons. Wake me Up! Wake me Up! Sleep is becoming a prize Worth more than my entire life. I try to pry open my eyes. Wake me Up! Wake me Up! I feel it gnawing at my skin as I’m losing consciousness. Forever auto piloted. I’ve accepted it now. Without intent I’m shackled inside. Peering through someone else’s eyes. Unable to step into the light. Where am I, Where have I gone...
10.
Gather around. Witness a battle between two lovers gone awry. Gather around. Witness a battle between two lovers tonight. Batting eyelashes signal disperse of this wicked dance we always rehearse. Passive in nature our battle gets worse. The closer we are the stronger the curse. Mutual disgust mingles fluent behind two with an identical disguise. Complex conflictions yell in our faces. Misunderstanding feeds escalation. Gather around. Witness a battle between two lovers gone awry. Gather around. Witness a battle between two lovers tonight
11.
03:14
12.
01:59
You’re completely detached from all human relations. You’ve forsaken friendship for a “good education” The ideal that you follow is institutionalized deindividualization. Do everything that you’ve been taught. Take advantage of your young age. You’ll get handed a wealthy future if you maintain perfect grades. Money can grant you many things, but happiness can’t be paid for. A diploma can’t relieve tribulation. It can only open doors. The kind that close quickly. Better choose now, or you’ll be left wanting. Industrial society with programmed beliefs. Superficial values implanted seamlessly. Fierce leveled heads screwed on too tight. Friendly faces come, and go, shrinking in size. Focused on the horizon, leaving present days behind. Sometimes your aspirations destroy lives. Exchange a future of sentimental memories. Fill your every thought with the craving for prestige. We say time won’t change us, but that’s not what I’ve seen. Do you ever ask yourself what the hell you are doing?
13.
The ruthlessness he showcases has been groomed agilely from the trials of his past that haunt him constantly. He’s always on the edge of sanity, because he destroys everything that he used to be in the pursuit for his revenge. He boiled down his sense of morality. He forged his malice into weaponry. Unblinking eyes probe the back of his mind, but revenge burns deeper than anything. He peered into darkness, and it peered back granting him the ability to defeat the ravenous monsters he’s always after, but such a power cost him everything, and he still sees red. He tries to apply meaning to such suffering. Acting in opposition to the notion of destiny. From a distance he appears as a mercenary. A hero who struggling with his own humanity.
14.
Our world is clay for us to shape, so let us sculpt it how we like. Let’s try not to regurgitate the formulas of our past tries. Reality flicks its bitter taste into our mouths to jade our eyes. We’re the arbiters of change, and reality is within our sights. The essence of aspirations fade glimmers through the graveyard of your eyes. Your point of view is deranged. Hate is fastened to you like a parasite. Through the creases of your troubled face leak a misery yearning to embrace the light. It’s a familiar aura that resonates with me more than I like. Don’t worry about finding your way, because all who do get stuck inside it. I don’t posses the cure for hate, but to find it I’ll dedicate my life. I went on a another search today, well I googled it to save time. Articles that were all out of date pointed toward a key from within to unlock what? To unlock what? I don’t know... Harass me in the cruelest ways. I’ll endure all of the torment. I see through your masquerade into the person who lays dormant. I’m not ignorant to your pain, nor do I think it’s not important. Onto me focus your gaze, you’ll see I suffer too. In the void, always falling. Reaching out my hands to grasp anything within arms reach, but my descent is too fast. Mirrors all around me, each display a reflection cracked. A key that opens nothing, but you’re not alone.

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released January 13, 2020

Bass & Vocals - Jay Maronen
Guitar & Vocals - Colin Robertson
Drums - Ian McDonald

Recorded, mixed & mastered by Steve McDonald
Art & design by Dan McDonald
Produced by Eric Hinchman
EQUALRECORDINGS.COM 2020 (ASCAP)

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