Remembered Only For What It Was

by Limited Freedom

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released February 22, 2016

David Holk - Vocals
Liam Iorio - Lead Guitar
Avery Blaszko - Rhythm Guitar
Avery Budnick - Bass
Luc Lawrence - Drums

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Track Name: I Don't Write Love Songs
I’m just a child waiting for the show to start
Anticipating the moment when the curtains will part
I have my hopes, my dreams, my word
But I don’t wanna believe, the stories that i’ve heard


It can’t really be considered a task
Cause so far, it it’s not that bad
Just a blemish on my watches face
One whip, and then it’ll all erase


The show begins like a walking shadow
Tales of melancholy (and hollow) replace the crescendo
“It’s bad today, worse tomorrow and so on
until the worst (of all) our sorrow
Track Name: Straw Tower
Tradition has perpetuated: culture has mangled
A system of belief and in its web we are tangled
Two thousand year old guidance in the modern age
Morally infallible: unquestioning standard
And of the prayers that go unanswered
Mysterious ways or something less comforting?

Life after death, I don’t buy it
I’d rather be empty than full of shit
I’d rather be cynical, and unsurprised
Than realize I’ve been living a lie

If you do something out of the fear of god
Then the god is dead, it’s just a cattle prod
To keep the masses mindset where it needs to be, for
A necessary leader a play on power
Together straw men build a tower
To be torn down for the benefit of one

Life after death, I don’t buy it
I’d rather be empty than full of shit
I’d rather be cynical and unsurprised
Than realize I’ve been living a lie
My whole life
Track Name: Be a Man (Like Christ)
My parents pay ten grand a year
They say want me to learn
To be man, they think I can
But that isn’t any of my concern
Wanna party, get drunk
Get laid, wanna get high
Do you know why?

We’re men like Christ, men like Christ
We’re men like Christ, men like Christ
Men like Christ, Living out the Christian life

All I wanna do is fill my girlfriend’s cunt with cum
Man do you have some chew, I could really use some
My parents say I should stop smoking so much pot
It might cause my brain to (rot)

We’re men like Christ, men like Christ
We’re men like Christ, men like Christ
Men like Christ, Living out the Christian life


Ungrateful spoiled brats are all I ever see
Boo hoo my mommy took my car away from me
All I ever did was get a fucking d
Okay maybe 5, but the world hates me
But the world hates me
But the world hates me
Track Name: The Dance
Time ticking by, ticking by, ticking by
Put into a dance, but do you know why?
You hope and pray, that the music doesn’t slow
But when it will stop, you can never really know
And you will find others in the same dance as you
Ask them why, but they haven’t got a clue
Some will try to find a meaning in the tune
While others put their faith in a rising moon

Why dance alone when you can dance with company
Why be afraid when you can pretend not to be
As the song plays, it may get trite
But you want to live forever, right (right)
And your dance will end as with the night

Faith flying high, flying high, flying high
Vested in him, what does that imply
The dance will end with the same effect
It doesn’t really matter whether I step right or left
Puff, puff, puff, do you feel low on breath
Fiddle of life, fiddle of death
The meter picks up, yet your feet are stone
Your body lags as you hear it groan


Why dance alone when you can dance with company
Why be afraid when you can pretend not to be
As the song plays, it may get trite
But you want to live forever, right (right)
And your dance will end as with the night

Only we can say a song is sweet
Music to their ears, hell to their feet
So why oh why do we dance for them
But I refuse, to pretend
That from this dance I may ever rest
When the song ceases I will not protest
I doubt it was yours, I doubt it was mine
It could have been taken at any time
Track Name: Responsibility
We wrote books about martyrs, we sang songs about peace
We all jumped in unison and the world, fell beneath our feet
We had just enough to make it, we had everything we needed
But any human construct has no solidarity

Because both promises and threats these days, are merely partisan
All of our efforts spent on digging trenches, nothing will get done
Positions of authority will do just as they please
If we sit on our hands, we will die upon our knees
So…

One nation indivisible is unified by guilt
Of the hand to mouth society, for ourselves we have built
Can’t expect anything to change, without joining the game
But those who become a part of it, will oppress us all the same

The suffering of one, the responsibility of all
The obligation of the fortunate, to those who take the fall
And of the people on top, to us what living do they owe
Is wealth a palace or a ghetto, from which they can’t outgrow
So…

So, break down the walls around you, including the support beams
If I cannot have freedom, I’d rather not have anything
And, consider this a eulogy, for the victims of our violence
For they are all in debt to us at the price of our indifference
Track Name: Thoughts and Prayers
Oh sweet lamb of mine, why have you gone astray?
Your will will turn, as you (will) burn, from apathy to dismay
It has not been predestined, but I knew it all along
Closed your eyes, to my cries, and it turns out you were wrong

Who need your thoughts and prayers
Do you think we really care?
When I die, don’t say I’m watching over you
That isn’t true
That can’t be true
I’m watching below you

I instilled you with a nature, forged you into a mold
Those pains you held, when you rebelled, were meant to lead you back to fold
Does it matter why, for truth or for self?
I tally every fault, as an assault, which may negate my wealth

Who need your thoughts and prayers
Do you think we really care?
When I die, don’t say I’m watching over you
That isn’t true
That can’t be true
I’m watching below you


Now I receive the pleas, for your inner peace
Misunderstood, that you were good, they hope you join my feast
But you know that faith, does not serve well
They may hope, in order to cope, but you will be damned to hell
Track Name: Self Made Man
The business man counts the distant suns
Working everyday till the day is done
Taking in profits, watching them grow
One explodes, will he ever know
Years later more lose their spark
The universe suddenly grows dark
It seems our self-made man
Starts out where he began

A self-made man sure he is
All that money I bet it’s his
When will fortune take it away?
In his life or in his grave
Either way he’s a slave, yes he’s a slave, yes he’s a slave
In debt either way

Does he eat to live or live to eat?
Eat for fear of the impoverished street
There’s always gonna be a new need
Nothing can quench his greed
Money as a matter of consequence
Cannot buy a rose for the prince
What good does it get from man?
I don’t think it can

A self-made man sure he is
All that money I bet it’s his
When will fortune take it away?
In his life or in his grave
Either way he’s a slave, yes he’s a slave, yes he’s a slave
In debt either way
Track Name: It's All Fucked
The sum of your parts is a division of a whole
Involuntary catharsis of the soul
Binging and purging to reach an unwelcome goal
So you stumble through life and you get what you can
And if you want more you get unsympathetic men
Telling you you're not good enough to be like them

While the system maintains and perpetuates itself
To the fullest extent of the law
That it makes up as it goes along
And the sirens sing the song of authority corrupts
To the next unknowing victim of a swat team bust
Their career choices are the ones that govern us

The society, that we create, is everybody’s fault
The people you elect, to control your life, don’t know who you are at all
Without their empathy, how can you expect, anything to change
But if you know the truth and still give up, then you're guilty…

I was lost in America to be found again
By a quasi-culture of rebellion
Where hype is mightier than both the sword and the pen
Because whatever clever revolution you devise
The t-shirt industry will capitalize
Until what was meant and felt is impossible to recognize

There’s a place in time somewhere out there
There’s a deeper root hidden below our hair
A blindfold that subversion could never tear
There’s a message beyond a gun in a hand
That no politician will ever understand
Yet comprehension is not required to rule this land

The society, that we create, is everybody’s fault
The people you elect, to control your life, don’t know who you are at all
Without their empathy, how can you expect, anything to change
But if you know the truth and still give up, then you're guilty all the same
So is the only option left not to participate
And how is that different from giving up
Everything is corrupt
It’s all fucked

The system maintains and perpetuates
When the fuel for the fire is the mental state
That the people in power are doomed to create
Because the burden of proof is on them

The lives of constituents are earned and spent
As knives are sharpened on the pillars of the government
Because the only weapons they left us with
Are pressed against our heads

It’s in the neon light that says Jesus saves
It’s in the campaign signs next to roadside graves
It’s in the way we look it’s in the way we think
It’s in the orders that we gave

It’s in the electric power, when you turn it on
It’s in the reason you keep fighting when you know you're wrong
It’s in your favorite lyric
In your favorite song…

So this, is a song, for the coming re-election
While behind closed doors the future is under production
Don’t shut anything out because of what you stand behind
And if you're not affected by what you see… then you might as well be blind

(so it goes)