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The Bad Old Days (Digital)

by Agonyst

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1.
I have made a major new discovery And this is what I have found The world isn’t round any more It’s gone all pear-shaped Now there is no such thing as the devil Yet there are devilish deeds In each and every single one of us There’s a touch of schizophrenia And us, we are mere aspects, assets and facets Of a supreme character Which we call Nature Nature is in the wind And the wind blows hot and cold And so does God These confounding times Twist our feeble minds Every passing day Complicates the way to Heaven Because you’ve got to get to Heaven We’re all stuck in malfunction and unease And we serve more masters than we can appease We all fidget in an endless line, waiting all in vain For a zero chance of a million diamond shine Calling out the weaker ones Botched brothers and bungled sisters Their dismay will pave the way To brighter future and better day Hey Sacrificing everything that made you whole Die-hard consumer – achieve your goal So count the billions Lining up for a cup of nothing Nature selects you To shuffle on and feed the strong Is it you or the others? Who will earn their rightful place? How can this be decided On who can be the worst disgrace? I’ve tried to change the world So, know if you come With morals from ages gone And try to right the wrong The world laughs at you You’ll bend the knee To oceans of apathy And when you’re swept out to sea The world laughs at you
2.
Bad Old Days 05:56
Lo, spring has sprung and the town is ris’ The new day illuminates the concrete Tower blocks are drooling their shadows As far as the eye can see Suits and smackheads are staggering Forming feeble fists inside their pockets Too weak and tired to realise Stop in their tracks and trace them back To when false light was honest black In the bad old days They fed it to you cold and watched you vomit In the modern life They sugar all the information In the bad old days No detrimental fail could be afforded In the modern life Fat hands and shoddy work are all that remain Cheers for any truth, no matter how dire Fall from the mouth of Legion We knew your name Comfort offered in the flab of your fiction Buys you time to flee the ruins I know your game Past tyrants all erased And shadows in their place Always there, affecting Behind us, directing all So headless we blunder This madness is thunder It’s screaming to tell me This whole world will sell me out Lo, spring has sprung and the town is ris’ Demented hunters chase the vermin Watch your tower blocks come toppling down Close the town and all the escape routes For all your progress revolution still prevails So shit your pants, cry like an infant May your last words be your only truth Look at your pathetic flapping tongue
3.
Poison Man 05:13
An image alive with lacklustre Reflected endlessly back and forth I stand alone ‘against the monochrome A poison fang in the meat of its hide I-yanide Poison fang in the meat of its hide We all love the city We all love the rot Every man is an anti-man vampire And children glean the glory of warfare The concrete jungle gathers aggressors At its miserable heart Come and find Heaven Lose yourself in love Feed on our welcome Burrow in and die Cannibals, waiting for the opportunity Looking each other up and down And smacking their lips Honesty selected by Mother Nature for extinction And taken out Parasite, sickness in the belly of them all Justifying my position with their behaviour I go to sleep wondering if my enemy Is a poison man like me
4.
I used to be a model prick I kept a job that made me fucking sick Life was an wank without a cum Decaf teas and nicotine gum Now I won’t be told I’ve had enough So shut your noise and drown me in the stuff I won’t belong to anyone Do not try to ruin my fucking fun In league with the vineyard Just me and my dolecard Rise and shine and hark at the retards They’re Downesing it up This city is teeming with brainwashed, tightwad rads Yes they’re captives, captives of their own greed And the things that the TV says they need Bleeding, sweating and crying – all for what? For a mention? A pension? A heart attack? Well I’ll raise my cup while you work your finger black Clock in and knuckle down Devote your life to misery and woe Find your reward six feet in the ground While I descend into delightful oblivion My laughter is infectious My behaviour is a dirty bomb Come join the contentious In exquisite delirium Our time is too fleeting and easy to squander To relinquish to those above-and-beyonders Amen Go now I won’t give myself to systems grey and unending Can you hear yourself? That’s cannibalism you’re defending Cannibals! You with me or the cannibals?
5.
Hidden dangers here be shone upon By righteous swing of Solomon’s sabre Nothing escapes my knowing Near or distant, you are not immune No lock or guard excludes you treacherous pretender-men From the things that you cannot pretend It’s a process of elimination Reversed-engineered conversations Possible futures predicted and examined And multiplying infinitely every time one is imagined Soon I discover And eject the undercover They snarl like jackals And speak of innocence The shattered man on the concrete Between main waterways He cares not which way he slides To give him a path is to pretend he is alive But look at you, inconsolable Like a grieving friend, a family member Coconspirator, you rapist Masks off one by one Gone away and all the light gone with you Maybe you were right and I was wrong All along Get away and all the light go with you If the world be full of enemies Let me fall Keep away and keep the light all with you If the world be full of apathy Just watch me
6.
Pinnacle 07:27
Put your imagination to the test And rest on your laurels Become a true anarchist with the one and only God-being And all its contradictions This ain’t no fiction This is all scribed in fact Use tact and mental kung fu Psychological warfare If you are after a quick fix Then search out an addict to Love. Peace. Freedom. Become a war poet in punk poetry Psalm and sonnet, become a someone Heaven is one Hell of a place If you are after a quick fix Then search out an addict to Love. Peace. And freedom. If you bang your head against a wall long enough You will eventually dislodge a brick And then brick by brick The wall will all fall down And then build it up again And then you can live inside Love. Peace. Freedom. Those of you without comprehension Those of you with your heads in the sand Who history will never bear a mention And destiny will never offer a hand Do you ever look into the future And see the looming of squanders to be A tidal wave of coulda, woulda and shoulda And wonder “what the fuck has happened to me”? Folly to fall down, asinine to stand Foolish to march on, no retreat The pinnacle of evolutionary stasis The time travelers who never left their designated places We are born – we’re allve We divide We grow old, fall and die So we plateau with nowhere to go And nothing further to show No future for you It’s what you do or don’t that makes you worthy No future for us Why make a fuss? Why care at all when we’re so happy, safe and sound?
7.
He feasted on dismay and tragedy His every move, a wave of misery Everybody had this feeling about him Like there was some missing vital part Though he spoke in unassuming tones Something foul and malignant burned in his bones But in the name of community spirit We accepted him and ignored our prejudices And in the name of the benefit of doubt We suspended disbelief and gave ourselves away Smegmatic Peon B, with trust from the community Exploited them to his own ends Divided friends No one left to turn to but him One by one we all consult him All come back from his word smiling All come back from his world shining Now we are one Gave ourselves away, slave ourselves away All for one, none for all
8.
The Leaper 07:39
Over the hill and I’m done in A coulda-been Chances had are gone away now Too long ago to remember what it was Who I was when I was me Word on the wind is the leaper never flies Telling me to be underground So find me a hole to climb into Bury me Remember me as I was Not as I am Leap Never fear, dear people It’s a trap Never fear assassins to your back They could come whenever Night or day Might as well do something While you may Sink or swim It doesn’t matter if you sink or swim You fools Only one window of opportunity Comes along per lifetime Missing out, wussing out Will be our regret forever

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released July 17, 2015

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Agonyst Norwich, UK

Agonyst is Louis Coates (lead guitar/vocals), Matt Hoban (guitar), Phil Wilson (Bass) and Zac O'Neil (drums).

Founded in Norwich, England in 1998 under the name Paradox, Agonyst seeks to create original, complex and frightening sound-scapes, that both stretch the listeners' understanding and the performers' abilities to their limits. But that's as serious as it gets!
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