Martyr Dispatch

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released March 23, 2013

Vocals, Guitar, Bass, Piano, Drums and Programming by Anthony Masington

Guest vocals on "Working Class Hit Men" by Erin Robinson and Susan Corcoran

Guest vocals on "Twenty Seven" by Joshua Peacock


Photography by Erin Robinson
Design by Anthony Masington

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Track Name: Anti-Socialism Is the Poor Man's New Black
IT BREAKS OUR HEARTS WHEN SOULS SELL FOR DIRT CHEAP
WE LIE AND DENY OURSELVES OF SLEEP

CONSUMED BY FEAR AND DESPERATION
A MANIPULATION
OF THE MIND DIGGING OUT THE SOUL’S EYES
THERE’S NO REASON FOR THIS SELF MEDICATION
IS HELL VACATION FOR THE HEAVY HEART?

WHEN IT FEELS LIKE THERE’S NO WAY OUT
LOCKED IN A BOX OF MENTAL HELL
SHARPEN YOUR BELIEF
HOLD IT TIGHT
CUT IT OPEN
LET YOUR THOUGHTS BLEED

OUR GOD
THE REDEMPTION SAINT
AFTER ALL IS SAID
WE’LL MEET AGAIN
BELIEVE IN ME

VULNERABLE
UNDER CONTROL OF A GUILT TRIP
LACED WITH DISSAPOINTMENT
THERE’S NO REASON FOR THIS SELF MUTILATION
IT TAKES A MAN TO RESIST
WHEN YOU DOUBT THE RISK
THE SCARS WILL REMAIN

WHEN IT FEELS LIKE THERE’S NO WAY DOWN
STRANDED A TOP A MOUNTAIN OF DESPAIR
PARACHUTE YOUR FAITH
HOLD ON TIGHT
POP IT OPEN
LET YOUR CONSCIENCE FREE

AT THE HOUR OF MY DEBT
I WILL RISE TO CLAIM WHAT’S LEFT
I REGRET NOTHING
I RESENT NO ONE
MY WHOLE LIFE I’VE FOUGHT THE GOOD FIGHT

REMOVE MY BODY FROM THE SCENE
MY LIFELESS BODY FROM THE STREET
Track Name: Twenty Seven
I AM HISTORY IN THE MAKING OF A TRAGEDY
ILL FATED DESTINY
STILL FADING MEMORIES
I
HAS BEEN
HYPOCRITE
THIS EVER CHARMING NARCISSIST
STILL CHASING DREAMS OF CHANGE
THIS SELFISH MINDEST KNOWS NO AGE

AND AS WE GRACE THE GATES OF FAME WE’LL NEVER BE ALONE AGAIN

I AM THE ILLEGITIMATE
CONCEPTION OF SACRIFICE
TO SATISFY THE HIT
STILL PULSING INNOCENCE
THE FEATHER OF A RAVEN STRIPPED AND DIPPED IN GOAT’S BLOOD

ALIVE NO MORE IS WHAT WE STOOD FOR
THE COLD AND LIFELESS BODIES OF CAUSE STAGGERED ON THE FLOOR
ALL ORIGINAL THOUGHTS AND OPINIONS MURDERED
FOREVER BOUND BY CONTRACT
SIGNED, WE WANT IT ALL AND MORE

THIS LIFE WE TAKE FOR GRANTED
STAGED AND WASTED
ALL THIS TIME WE’VE THROWN AWAY
INVITING IN DECAY

THEY SAY WE’LL SIGN OUR LIVES AWAY
NOTHING WILL EVER BE THE SAME
BUT WE’D DO ANYTHING TO BE ADORED
THE LIGHTS
THE FAME
THE MONEY
THE DREAM
THE PARAMOUR

I’VE GOT THIS UNDER CONTROL
MY NAME IS THE TALK OF THE WORLD
THANKS TO THE SOUL I HAVE SOLD
MY FACE IS THE SHAPE OF THE MOLD

THE SHOW MUST GO ON

AND AS I REACH THE HEIGHTS OF FAME I’LL NEVER BE ALONE AGAIN
Track Name: What Used To Be Right Now
SOMETHING ABOUT THE WAY LIFE DECAYS
AFTER YEARS OF NEGLECT
VINTAGE IS THE RETROSPECT
AND THE WORD NEW IS DISRESPECT
IN WITH THE OLD
CHERISH THE USED
A STORY’S MORE PROFOUND WHEN BATTERED AND BRUISED
WHAT GOOD IS PRODUCTION WHEN THERE IS NO DIFFERENCE?
WHAT GOOD IS INFLUENCE IF WE HAVE THE SAME INTERESTS?

KNOWING IS GAINING
IGNORANCE IS HARASSMENT
DIRECTION IS QUESTIONING
CORRECTION IS EMBARASSMENT

I’M BEYOND BELIEF
THESE LESSONS THEY PREACH ARE KILLING ME
THESE MORALES HAVE NO RELIEF
I DON’T NEED ANYONE TO PRAY FOR ME

SAVE YOUR PRAYERS FOR ME

THE WAY WE LIVE IS SICKENING
FAT OFF THE EXCESS OUR SHIP IS SINKING
UNHEALTHY HABITS DESTROYING BRAIN CELLS
OUR BRAINS FOR SALE

THERE IS NO MINUTIA
THERE IS NO PROOF
WE ARE A HERD OF CATS STUCK ON ROOFS

HEADS ON SUITS
PIGS WITHOUT HOOVES
HORSES WITHOUT MANES
SNAKES WITHOUT SKIN

WE ARE BUT ONE IN THE SAME
WE ARE ALL PAWNS IN THIS GAME
Track Name: Working Class Hit Men
WE WANT ‘EM DEAD
BUT WE WON’T GET OUR HANDS WET
WITH THE BLOOD OF THE INNOCENT
I JUST DON’T BUY IN

WE WANT ‘EM HUNG
BUT WE WON’T BUY THE ROPE
OR THE TRAPDOOR
BUT WE WILL FUND THE EXECUTION
OF THE ONES CONSIDERED IMPURE
THE USELESS
THE OBSCURED
THE FOREVER OUTDATED
HUMILIATED

WE WANT THEIR HEADS
AT ANY EXPENSE
BUT THERE’S NO CHANCE IN HELL
WE WILL RISK OUR LIVES TO PREVAIL
WE WANT WHAT WE WANT
IT’S OUR RULE OF THUMB
AND WE GET WHAT WE WANT
AND WE DO WHAT WE WANT
WHEN WE WANT
HOW WE WANT
ALL WE CARE ABOUT IS US

WE ARE THE EXEMPT
WE ARE THE SUPERIOR
WE HOLD A TORCH TO THOSE INFERIOR
WE ARE THE CONTROL
WE NEVER WILL HOLD RESPONSIBILITY
WE WILL ALWAYS SEND THE WORKING CLASS TO DO THE KILLING

BEWARE THE COST OF A WELL MANICURED SET OF CLAWS
WE DARE TO TIP THE SCALE AND PUSH IT JUST TO WATCH IT FALL

WE ARE THE EXTENT
WE ARE THE BARRIER

WE FASHION EVERY LAST INCH OF GUILT INTO FURNITURE
WE MAKE OUR BEDS ON THE GRAVES OF OUR MURDERED SOULS

WE ARE THE QUEENS
WE ARE THE KINGS

BURIED BENEATH THE WRECKAGE YOU’VE FOUND SOMEWHERE TO CALL YOUR HOPE AND YOU’RE NEVER EVER LETTING GO

HOW CAN WE LIVE WITH ALL OF THIS?
WHAT WE’RE CALLING UGLY
IS ONE IN THE SAME
WE CO-EXIST
HOW CAN WE SLEEP
WHEN OUR CONSCIENCE WON’T STOP EATING US ALIVE?
NO ONE IS LOVED
WE’VE BEEN TAKEN ADVANTAGE OF

BURIED BENEATH THE WRECKAGE YOU’VE FOUND SOMEONE TO CALL YOUR HOPE AND YOU’LL NEVER EVER BE ALONE