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Discography

Cigadent (2008)

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Recorded at Robert Lang Studios.

Engineered and produced by Justin Armstrong.

Mastered by Adam Ayan, Gateway Mastering.

Distributed by CrashRevolution Records in association with SINister Records.

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  1. Tax the Obese (lyrics)

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  2. Autopsy Results of a Redheaded SlutWhoreBitch (lyrics)
  3. Planet Full of Strangers (lyrics)

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  4. Bullets vs. Bullhorns (lyrics)
  5. Bad Bad Girl (lyrics)
  6. Masturbation by the Mouthful (lyrics)
  7. One or Seven (lyrics)
  8. Pretty Pink Plastic Poser (lyrics)
  9. Angels Fuck (lyrics)

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  10. New News (lyrics)
  11. Ghosting (lyrics)

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The Reality EP (2006)

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Recorded at Orbit Audio

Engineered by Joe Reineke

Mastered by Ric Vaughn, Shack Masters

  1. You Win (lyrics)
  2. ODDFISH (lyrics)
  3. The Better of 3 Evils (lyrics)
  4. 5 Cents to Independence (lyrics)
  5. The People in my Junk Drawer (lyrics)
  6. Love Loss/Blood Gain: Type C (lyrics)

Press

Cigadent plays like an audio chapbook of cultural warfare…
- Joshua Ruffin, Metro Spirit

Cigadent is a respectable, yet innovative punk/goth album.
- Ruben Mosqueda, Pivotal Rage

Cigadent is not for the easily offended.
- Adam Newton, Dryvetyme Onlyne

A stunning cover of Jack off Jill’s Angels Fuck
- Mike Bax, Fazer Magazine

Video

Planet Full of Strangers

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Tax the Obese live @ The Showbox

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I woke up, morning
I woke up dead today
I aged a thousand years or more
I flinch when you are nice
You kill me with a single word
When angels fuck and devils kiss, I’m sure

I’ll bask in your forever
You just waste my time
I want to drag you down, down with me
I wanted to help, to help destroy the world
I wanted to be that, to be that special girl

Everybody’s got a little something to hide, but me
Everybody’s got a little someone to crush, but me
I’m living in a human teenage mediocrity
Everybody’s got a little someone to trust, but me

I dreamed that I was you
I dreamed your ego died
Sad who loves you more than I do
I know you lied

I’ll bask in your forever
Fucking waste of time
Angels fuck and devils screw

I wanted to heal me and then destroy the world
Piss in your heart and be that, and be that special girl

Everybody’s got a little something to hide but me
Everybody’s got a little someone to crush but me
I’m living in a teenage negative mediocrity
Everybody’s got a little someone to trust but me

But me, but you
Not me
Hate you
Love me, love me, hate you
Want me, fuck you, hate me
Kill you
Fuck me, like you, want me
Like you want you fuck you
Fuck me, fuck you, fuck you fuck you fuck me
Fuck you, fuck me, fuck you fuck you fuck me (you never loved me)
Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you fuck you fuck me

I’m afraid the time
for revolution has passed
The kids are all content,
adolescents pacified
We might as well be dead
Leaving it up to good ol’ Mr.Government

Your lack of action

Speaks louder than your words
No more words! No more words!
No more words, I wanna see blood!

I’m afraid the place
for evolution’s been paved
Consumerism reigns,
credit scores define the man
We might as well be dead

Viewing life as a game of keep up with the Joneses

I killed a man before he had the chance
to become your hero, your enemy
I killed a man before he had the chance
to love, to hate, to rob or rape

I’ve been a bad, bad girl

I’ve been a bad, bad girl
I’ve been a bad, bad girl

Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!

Forgive me world, for I have lived
and as the gavel sounds within
A punishment that will befit
my crimes, I find at the gallows of my mind

I threw my brothers in a dustbowl of flame
and jumped on the next plane
Four years of chaos without a cause
and I fell weak
Abandoned selfishly

I double-crossed an accomplice and walked away
blood on her hands, but the knife’s in mine
I watched in silence as the cuffs dug into her skin

Cut the tether from my wrist

Witness to one another’s
demise, and daily
we deny the mourning
Cloak ourselves
In an illusion
of familiarity
Rather than face
that we are but a

Planet full of strangers
Dying each day
Planet full of strangers
Pretending to be unchanged

Preservation of sanity
demands that we ignore
Natural progression
Trick ourselves
into contriving
false intimacy
Rather than accept
that we are but a

We live, we try, so hard to lie
We know nothing beyond our names
We live, we try, so hard to find
Who we are….

They plucked him from
his place among
the constellation.

They pulled him down
with teeth and nails
hidden in their bleeding veils.
They held him in
their icy palm,
as they hammered out the plot.

(Spoken)…so they took him home
and they decided to conduct

some experiments on the poor boy.
And the ring leader, well,
she came up with a plan.
And this, is how it went….

Let’s fuck him up
Let’s tear him up
Cut him up and see what is inside

I came across
a fallen star
amidst a gutter graveyard.
His will was weak
his eyes were weak
his mouth agape as if to scream.
A shiny prize
they took him for
but now it seems he shines no more.

(Spoken)…no fuckin’ way he was
going to shine anymore. They had
taken out every last little bit of
life that was in the poor boy. I
looked at him and I said, “son,
what, for the fucking love of
god did they do?” and this, was his reply…

They fucked me up
they tore me up
Cut me up to see what was inside.

I picked him up
and brushed him off
as he described the culprit.
His glow so faint
the glitter paint
seeped from every wound.

I put him in
his rightful place
and set out on my vengeful way.

(Spoken)…goddamn fuckin’ right my way
was vengeful. Somebody’s had to be.
Somebody’s fucking had to be and it
wasn’t going to be his. Well I found
that Redheaded SlutWhoreBitch, and I

looked her in the eye and said, “Hon, this
is what I’m going to do to you”…

I’ll fuck you up
I’ll tear you up
Cut you up to see what is inside.
I fucked her up
I tore her up
Cut her up to see what was inside.

Nothing but
a cavern cold
Any other being would hold
a beating heart, a conscious soul
a beating heart, a conscious soul.

We shiver in the rain, across that yellow line
We cross that yellow line 7 minutes at a time
As the band plays for an empty room
‘cuz the yuppies from down south
know what’s best for me and you
We shiver in the rain, expected to answer polite
When the fat man, with a Big Mac in each hand,
and 3 little piggies, all in a row
Ask us if we know, that shit’ll kill us

They want nothing more
than to snub you out
Like the weapon
you held in your mouth
We give them 25 feet
and then they take 10 more, 10 more

We light up in the rain, in defiance we unite
In defiance we smoke away the trampling of our rights

And they put a name on their campaign
Hiding behind claims of public concern
We light up, in the rain, expected to smile as we pay
A sin tax for their attacks on civil liberties
And disregard hypocracy
I say, make it fair, Let’s tax the obese

I’d rather die from an informed development of emphysema than live choking on their lies….

Strokin’ more than egos
needing’ more than mouthfuls
Gravel in my face
another notch in my belt
Numb to touch, I’ve given up
You’re all the same, you’re all the same

Shouldn’t have to make this
I shouldn’t have to fake this
Shouldn’t have to concentrate
Shouldn’t have to masturbate
It takes all my will
not to bite down hard

Holdin’ on to stability
another rod I’ve tamed

Fallin’ behind headboards
Crashin’ into ceilings
Love or lust, I’ve given up
It’s all the same, it’s all the same

Oh, you pose as a poet
your snake’s jaw falling,
I’m crawling away.
Surfing for the more fortunate
you break your finger
in the middle of a lie.
Thieves strike again and
you are haggard,
I strike again only
to find an empty hand.

Waking too late…
WAKING TOO LATE

Oh, you spew excuses
the secrets sting my face.
Fishing for the less fortunate
you cut the line
before truth is reeled in.
Time striked again and
you are jaded,
I’d strike again but
the pole is in your hand.

Waking too late…
WAKING TOO LATE
Numbness fades
morning breaks
Still we lie too late,
too late.

Self-sacrificing,
I lied as a lover.
Plastic teeth for the testing,
bit my swollen lip in vain.
One or seven, times I lied.
One or seven times…

Waking too late…

WAKING TOO LATE
Numbness fades
morning breaks
Still we lie too late,
too late.
ONE OR SEVEN,
TIMES I LIED
ONE OR SEVEN TIMES I
LIED.

In line on the best night
of my goddamn life
What do I see in front of me?
Cheerleader with some
black hair dye!

High heels! High heels!
High heels at a rock show!

Pretty and pink
posers surround me
What do I see in front of me?
Cheerleader with some
black hair dye!

High heels, rock show

High heels, rock show
Pretty, pretty, pretty
Pretty, pretty, pretty
must DIE

New craze for new news,
on the billboard, TV trays.

Convenient, convenient,
now to appreciate.
Track 3 on repeat,
forget the full discography.
A little pink and green,
a little pink and green,
that’s all they’ll ever need..

1, 2, 3, 4!

Something old makes
something new
Suddenly they love
they love the new news,
oh the new news.
Fuck your new news,
Fuck your new news,
They’ll never know you.

Selfish, oh yeah, I know
Bordering on obssession.
Poster patch up,
my broken wall.
Cannibal fruit, my cure-all.
Fools to think that we
could ever keep
an old hero.
It’s all pink and green,

it’s all pink and green,
that’s all they’ll ever need…

1,2,3,4!

Your ghosts exposed in photos,
an army to contend

As mine they chant at frequencies
inaudible to men
The gag removed, moments too late
defeat we find with the turn of a face
Deafness here, void of drive
Losing sound and fearing sight

The haunting of a past once mourned
steals the senses of our weakened force

I’m the voice that blurs
you, the image that slurs my words
A day will come when we’ll shatter the lenses
A day will come when we’ll quiet the screams
We’ll banish the banshees
to the recesses of dreams

The pain you see in abandonment
I refuse to recognize

Instead I follow, blindly,
the far off sound of a battle cry
Returning scarred, cracking voice
failure filling silence
Oh, little sister, fight for me
Restore my weapon’s stridence

Misplaced memories
Thumbtack melodies
Love letters, wouldn’t burn
Souvenirs of the hurt

The people in my junk drawer,
they weep

I can’t get no sleep
No one can breathe there
but no one ever dies
Why, why won’t they ever die?

Ex-step-family,
friend, lover, enemy
Ties severed, lesson learned
Junk drawer, pseudo-urn

Black sheep barista
Ugly duckling among clones
She’s an ODDFISH
In this shallow espresso pond
Black boot summer
Snicker behind your cross

You say ODDFISH
I say Fuck Off

Foam or no, I know you envy me
Your triple shot falls short,
You envy me
Still you deny just what you long to be
Lie and lie and say you don’t like me

Red leather lover
First rate Fuck among prudes
She’s an ODDFISH
In this frigid espresso pond
Red face smoke break
Mumble behind your walls

You say ODDFISH
I say Get Off

Their blood, it runs with mine
I need a way to save
I’m the one to hold the burden
Residue of a tragedy
Vessel for three, left to me
Shock to the arteries

The blood, the blood,
the blood has changed
Love loss, blood gain,
Type C now in my veins

The veins, they ache, red and grey
Streams too thick to dillute
Their’s with mine, join to combine
New type now pumping through
Yes, their’s with mine, bring to life

This pulsing memorial

Torn between two extremes
Which now do I choose
One: Preserve, Two: Release
Any blade will do
Each beat, it screams “Remember me!”
Oh, any blade will do

Loving enough to kill, to die

Loving enough, immortalize
The killing was tough ‘til we thought we’d died
Now I’m the one with new blood inside

Whispering words intent on painting
Thickening haze once meant for shelter
Tightening cloak of doubt, silencing

Oh, and I lose

The gloves fall, the years fall
I fall into my corner
Shrinking away into my,
Falling away into my,
Slipping away into my corner
Giving in again, You Win

Crumpling thoughts, afraid for judgement

Shimmering teeth to hide the decay
Quivering lips of muted mouth
Oh, and I lose

Wavering words melt in your madness
Stifling smoke here numbs the liar
Crippling silence reigning now
Oh, and I lose

Pledge allegiance to a name
I can’t understand
Diamonds fall like freezing rain
Too cold to understand
And I wear the muzzle,
Crown of fool’s gold
Trade in art and truth
For your silver spoons

I’ve been a, I’ve been a
Fake for so fuckin’ long
I can’t be, I can’t be
I can never ever be me

Revolution tucked away
Five pennies in a can
Landed gentry, muffled words
Lie dying in my hand
And I killed the rebel
Transformation model
Hanging from a limb of
Your silent tree, I fall

Puppeteers anticipate
Future held above my head
Another year to orchestrate
Past held above my head

….never gonna get it done, sittin’ on your ass, kid
STAND UP!

Superman is dead, whoa, the note read
an answer to my mail-in ballot

I guess I’m writin’ myself in,
I guess I’m writin’ myself in,
I guess I’m writin’ myself in…. (x2)
…whoa, for president

Check a box and seal our fate,
check a box, it’s too late
We’re living in a StagNation
And in my American way

I need someone to blame
Blame you, blame me,
blame you, but the change it starts in me

Lean to the left, lean to the right
Here we have our great divide
Lean to the left, lean to the right
Our defenses open wide
Stand up straight!

Stand up straight!
Stand up straight!
If you want to redefine…

Conformity is key
whoa, the nation screams
Synchronized complacency
I guess you’re tradin’ your rights in,
I guess you’re tradin’ your rights in,

I guess you’re tradin’ your rights in… (x2)
…whoa, for ignorance

Check a box and choose your place
Check a box, your choices made
We’re living in a StagNation
But in my day and age
I will hear the people scream
Forget the left, forget the right,

Forget the rest, this is our fight