This is a warning for content herein The words that I sing just might cause you distress And if I can pause you before we begin I would hope that you’d listen before you progress My songs are all troubled, they’re riddled with pain My suicidality’s often expressed And all my anxieties, what’s left of my brain Is broken, depressive and kind of a mess And that’s just to start, my politics too Are radical, aggressive, angry at best I hope that you know, if leaving you choose I do understand, from my heart in my chest I’m ready to start, and if you feel the same Move on to the record, left click button pressed It’s heartfelt and angry and kind of insane To A Chorus of Ghosts, from the northern Midwest

Wake up in the morning, not looking forward to another day of work For a machine that chews you up and spits you out for all your worth It's a hopeless kind of feeling and you're reeling in your gut And you're contorting while you're healing. Will it ever be Enough? You're writhing in your sleep Do you feel the love? You're tearing up the sheets What have you become? You're screaming in your dreams When is it enough? Cause you're choking and you're bleeding out Your wage is less than minimum, ain't difficult to see That your human life ain't valued by this contract codependency I ain't one to pity you, I know that it's rough Cause we do this to survive, but in our hearts we know it won't ever be Enough We're writhing in our sleep Do we feel the love? We're tearing up the sheets What have we become? We're screaming in our dreams When is it enough? Cause we're choking and we're bleeding out Weathered storms worse than this before But it's the longest on our shores Some call it life, some call it class war All we know its it's nothing that we asked for Can I hear your rebel yell? If so, I'll give you mine 'Cause a person can be silenced, But they can't silence us combined Weathered storms worse than this before But it's the longest on our shores Some call it life, some call it class war All we know its it's nothing that we asked for Can I hear your rebel yell? If so, I'll give you mine 'Cause a person can be silenced, But they can't silence us combined Weathered storms worse than this before But it's the longest on our shores Some call it life, some call it class war All we know its it's nothing that we asked for Can I hear your rebel yell? If so, I'll give you mine 'Cause a person can be silenced, But they can't silence us combined

You've got this cruel kind of intriguing For you ask me if I'm bleeding When you stuck the knife Into my side What answers are you seeking? Because I never consented To the things of which I was subjected The words are new And so are you But still, I am rejected Could you tell me what you mean When you say that I'm already free? That my only trapping cage Is the one made of my inherent rage Who gave you your degree? Who said you could speak that way to me? I will never be below you Boy, I don't even fucking know you! And I don't ever wanna see your face again God, your shit's so rudimental Acting as though I were temperamental You're speaking lies So other guys Will treat me like I'm mental Boy, that's one fucked up obsession Are you getting off on my depression Readily, I'm at my feet I'm sick of your oppression! Could you tell me what you mean When you say that I'm already free? That my only trapping cage Is the one made of my inherent rage Who gave you your degree? Who said you could speak that way to me? I will never be below you Boy, I don't even fucking know you! And I don't ever wanna No, I don't ever wanna see your face again

I don't think you got The point of the movement Punk is for everyone Not just the folks who like it Punk can't be right-wing 'Cause punk is inclusive And all the right wing cares about Is excluding people I ain't the type to tell peo- Ple how to live their lives When the music I care ab- Out is appropriated By people who don't get the Point, I get real pissed off And I write a protest song to Scream the point in their fucking ear Punk rock ain't a genre Punk rock is a message Punk rock is the way I tell My landlord he's an asshole Punk rock is the means to tell The vice president to go eat a dick 'Cause maybe then he'd realize It ain't that bad to be a fag and I ain't the type to tell peo- Ple how to live their lives When the music I care ab- Out is appropriated By people who don't get the Point, I get real pissed off And I write a protest song to Scream the point in their fucking ear I ain't the type to tell peo- Ple how to live their lives When the music I care ab- Out is appropriated By people who don't get the Point, I get real pissed off And I write a protest song to Scream the point in their fucking ear In their fucking ear In their fucking ear In their fucking ear In their fucking ear In their fucking ear

I hope that you've been saving and I hope you don't mind bailing out Big businesses that are failing now Cause they're the ones we care about And I hope that you're prepared to die Stick the needle in my eye 'Cause no one's gonna make it out alive Daddy was a death cult minister He sold the word of heaven as if the words were ever his to own It might've been impressive if he hadn't made us feel alone I never came to heaven 'til I knew I had to stop the change These 50 states were mine and I knew I liked them that way I hope that you've been saving and I hope you don't mind bailing out Big businesses that are failing now Cause they're the ones we care about And I hope that you're prepared to die Stick the needle in my eye 'Cause no one's gonna make it out alive The Devil has infected this place I sense the hellspawn when they talk about the sharing of our wealth Whatever happened to screwing the poor as we toasted to our health It's not a mystery, it's laid out in our history For Christ's sake, the founders all owned slaves, it's not like it was stealth I hope that you've been saving and I hope you don't mind bailing out Big businesses that are failing now Cause they're the ones we care about And I hope that you're prepared to die Stick the needle in my eye 'Cause no one's gonna make it out alive No, I said no one's gonna make it out alive No one's gonna make it out alive No, I said no one's gonna make it out alive

There's these two guys on the Green Line Talking mem'ries, talking shit Asking passers by for squares So they can just forget a bit One of them asks 'bout my guitar Tell them she ain't taken me too far yet But I love her anyways And he said, "Man, I feel the same These cycles of domination and devastation All we do is debate it All day long And you kids ain't writing protest songs And maybe it's about time for that to change Is that so strange? To wanna see the world become a better place" Then we got off at the same stop Walked away and said goodbye He said "I hope she takes you places and you Never work a nine-to-five Cause misery's my company Life was never fun for me But at least I know just what's to fucking blame For all my fucking pain These cycles of domination and devastation All we do is debate it All day long And you kids ain't writing protest songs And maybe it's about time for that to change Is that so strange? To wanna see the world become a better place" It was only a little later That I heard that they were dead One of them got hit by a car The other one shot himself in the fucking head And I can't tell you why But I'll take a guess a single try Cause he was working three jobs just to Pay the fucking rent These cycles of domination and devastation All we do is debate it All day long And we kids ain't writing protest songs And maybe it's about time for that to change Is that so strange? To wanna see the world become a better place These cycles of domination and devastation All we do is debate it All day long And we kids ain't writing protest songs And maybe it's about time for that to change Is that so strange? To wanna see the world become a better place

I kinda hope you already know Ev'rything that I've been through 'Cause I wasn't looking forward To explaining it again And the rain outside is beautiful It smells of petrichor And the thunder's worst it's been in years I wish that there were more I hope that I was never too unkind Unraveling myself to know my mind And I hope that my loved one's can bear to find That I unraveled myself just to know my mind And I miss my old therapists I wish that I could tell them That I'm doing a little better I'm also doing a little worse And I wonder if it matters If it meant something at all And I'm looking out my window As rain continues to fall I hope that I was never too unkind Unraveling myself to know my mind And I hope that my loved one's can bear to find That I unraveled myself just to know my mind Anarcho-nihilism Yeah, I wonder what it means 'Cause I hear that phrase repeated In the darkness of my dreams My fam'ly gives me sideways glances Wond'ring what is wrong I could write a fucking musical But I'm writing folk punk songs If I could change the way I am, Think I'd live another life 'Cause I make mistakes so often Frankly, I'm nobody's type If society collapses, I ain't inclined to disagree 'Cause my death is my decision And my death belongs to me If music is my therapy, Why pay for it at all? 'Cause I'd rather use that scratch To pay some cat for adderall 'Cause at least that helps me focus While I'm bumming for my bills And sometimes I'll just take it For the motherfucking thrill I hope that I was never too unkind Unraveling myself to know my mind And I hope that my loved one's can bear to find That I unraveled myself just to know my mind Anarcho-nihilism Yeah, I wonder what it means 'Cause I hear that phrase repeated In the darkness of my dreams My fam'ly gives me sideways glances Wond'ring what is wrong I could write a fucking musical But I'm writing folk punk songs If I could change the way I am, Think I'd live another life 'Cause I make mistakes so often Frankly, I'm nobody's type If society collapses, I ain't inclined to disagree 'Cause my death is my decision And my death belongs to me

Here I am again Staring at the notepad on my phone Looking for answers in childhood records Inside my childhood home There's nothing left her in all of this wreckage Except for a message on the wall That says I will play to a chorus of ghosts Used to be summer and now it's fall Was it right or wrong to write this song? I figure I'll know pretty soon My friends say that it's morning But I'm pretty sure it's afternoon 'Cause I feel like I'm sinking through The tile of my floor Is it normal that I feel like I can't take it anymore I suppose that it was just a matter of time As I stand here I recall the time I took the bus down to the store To try and find the memory Of all the things I once adored I was lost in the consumption 'Til my form was not but cinder It was then I heard a voice Say it was fall but now it's winter Was it right or wrong to write this song? I figure I'll know pretty soon My friends say that it's morning But I'm pretty sure it's afternoon 'Cause I feel like I'm sinking through The tile of my floor Is it normal that I feel like I can't take it anymore I suppose that it was just a matter of time I suppose that it was just a matter of time I suppose that it was just a matter of time I suppose that it was just a matter of time

I know, I know I've been a little distant Staring to the middle distance It's my mental health condition I know, I know Improving should be my mission But I'm just wishin' I could go back to better days You had downed all of the wine I was drowning in the rye We were drunk and we were screeching 'In The End' And at no point in my mind Was I sad to have you by my side I hope that someday we can make amends I know, I know My mental health is sprawling My recovery's appalling Kinda looks like I've been stalling I know, I know I just need to find my calling But I keep falling back, recalling better days You had downed all of the wine I was drowning in the rye We were drunk and we were screeching 'In The End' And at no point in my mind Was I sad to have you by my side I hope that someday we can make amends I hope that someday we can make amends I hope that someday we can make amends