The Worst Of: Volume II (Beneath The Escape From The Conquest Of The Battle For The Rise Of The Dawn Of The War Of The Planet Of The Thombie)
by PlasticBag FaceMask
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Ma davvero è possibile classificare un album del genere? Un po' mathcore, un po' metalcore, un po' noisecore, vocals eccezionali, riff di chitarra pregevolissimi, una sezione ritmica terremotante e soprattutto tanta, tantissima voglia di sperimentare. Sicuramente uno dei migliori lavori del gruppo.
Favorite track: Vias.
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Best,thing I have ever heard
In this album, all the tracks are beautiful. Favorite track: Blind Dates With Ex-Girlfriends.
In this album, all the tracks are beautiful. Favorite track: Blind Dates With Ex-Girlfriends.
Jacob Ballance
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Matjaz Rojc
The Real DMC
Jared Wilwerding
SATAN PAVES!
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Andrew Walters
Piktroid
Thomas O Fredericks
John Bloor
Not good
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James Marshall
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Precision Black
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jason hicks
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JACOB: "Art must make sense."
PATRICK: Why do we brag about who we have seen naked? Get her stupid, strip her down, and knock her up, okay kid? Don't forget to call the doctor. He has the coat hanger to unlock her.
You'll never fail if you never try. You'll never sing with the birds if you never fly. You'll never get what's yours if you only try for mine. You'll never live your life if all you do is die.
We kill our saviors before we try to understand. Sic semper tiranus VS Et tu brute.
J: Don't be so weak that you are dead. Don't waste your life while you have it.
P: Swallowed by the darkness. Swallowed. Swallowed by the darkness. Swallowed by lack-thereof. Swallowed by the darkness. Swallowed whole. Swallowed by the absence of rational logical intelligent thought.
J: Baby don't faze me. I'm in the middle of suffocating. Download a track and then sit back. We are PlasticBag FaceMask.
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At Gun[axe?]point
04:16
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JACOB&PATRICK: I feel you washing /clean/ the filth from these /walls/ we used to call /home/ sick and without a /cure/ these thoughts in my /head/ toward the light /beyond/ who I once thought you /were/ we always doomed?
J: eating sheer darkness (save us) ingesting our poisons. Force it down. Naked in an empty tub just in case. I walk dead center of the tracks for you. Promise not to check my shoulder. How long is forever?
J: I can't help but feel my heart is beating slower
P: There's a layer of grime that blinds my eyes. The more I try to see, the more the light truly hides. I feel the eyes that surround me, watching, but I'm left with no more hands to hold. I'm reaching and screaming for anyone at all.
J: Weak hands shake, the eyes ache, scent of rot, hollow flesh.
J&P:I'm hoping and praying that someone will come; no one ever does.
J&P: I can't feel my face, the chains on my wrists hold me down. Stone is my bed, will be my grave. The pains of hunger have long since passed. It won't be long before my body decays, most of it has already gone
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JACOB&PATRICK: Cut me out of the picture. Anything's better than this harsh stricture/It remains so complicated/Where's the line to stand alone? Inherit this sadness with my throne/All my senses aggravated/White shirt stained red with blood. It flowed like words straight from my tongue/All your moves were calculated.
J: This world, in God's eyes, is a cannonball. Kids fuck and drink. Is that really life? What do you think? We're just bullets in space.
P: When I try to sing they tell me I should scream. When I try to scream they say I should sing. The kids like it, so it must be cool. We sag our tight pants, dressed up like fools. Bodies weighed down by metal and ink. Standards so low we can no longer sink. Is there no end to this hypocrisy? I know there’s some of you in all of me.
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JACOB: It ain’t easy being an optimist. Oh wait never mind, it is fucking easy.
J&PATRICK: (Try to look forward. Don't just hold back.) When they speak in riddles, (don't take it as gospel.) When you hear the devil's fiddle (play the songs of apostles,) don't let your thumbs twiddle (or become unlawful.)
P: They say there's nothing new, under the sun. If you can't sing along, then you can't have fun. I know when you realize, you'll all see the truth. And when the time arrives you will all follow suit.
J: In this lifetime we've been rebels and artists, doing things our way.
J&P: Why don't you use that brain of yours to think of something (something unique) that hasn't been done yet? (something to call your own) I think it could do the world some good. I mean, (Mean what?) That is why we exist.
P: These fields once flourished with light and color that welcomed all with passion. Now we all just stand in line and nod our heads with no reaction.
J: I can feel the moisture from your cave growing moss and mold and hosting the parasites you once knew to fear.
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JACOB: I didn't OD, this is just a setback. I'll still party when I get my life back.
PATRICK: How are we supposed to continue living if all we do is make the same mistakes? Open your goddamn minds. We could sound like everyone else if we wanted to.
J: I hope I won't see you when you're crawling back. When I am right about your fate.
P: All the originality left with the (overdoses). A straight-edge band (trying new things) has promise to make it to (retirement). Watch us grow old while (our fan base) stays the same age.
P: Speed it up or slow it down. It all sounds the same. Seriously. Welcome in a new age of an old idea.
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Chelsea's Grim
03:16
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JACOB: And the devil chewed you up and then he spit you out. But you don't even know what I'm talking about.
PATRICK: Tell me stories of your life. Whisper secrets in my ear. Trace my spine with sharpest knife until my veins are running clear.
J&P: Our tongues remain our sharpest blades/You don't exorcise in Mordor/Hearts of gold and minds of steel/We're just stabbing, stab, stab. Wasted facelift.
J: Walk towards death, step by step, regret you left, mind is bent, We walk towards death, theres no turning back, the walls rise each side, arms can't reach the stone
J: And the devil chewed you up and then he spit you out. But you don't even know what I'm talking about. You were too blind to see you can't just walk right into the city of Mordor.
P: When we put our minds to it, it's amazing how far we can go. If only we'd focus on what ought to get done instead of second breakfast.
P: No matter the fellowship, no matter the gold. No matter the weapons and armor you hold. No matter the courage, no matter the strength. No matter the distance. No matter the length. No matter the key. No matter the door. One does not simply walk into . . .
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Hey, It's Lamp!
03:20
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J: Scared of my own shadow, I can't figure out how to run from my nightmares when there's no way to wake up. Nothing has changed. I cannot shake this dread.
P: I'm still lost and beyond recognition. Mother nature's been nothing but cruel. I no longer seek redemption. There's no way around so we'll have to go through. Is this a tomb? Is this a casket? Is there light somewhere beyond what my eyes can see? You're nothing but a false memory created to justify who I used to be.
J: 0:46-1:21 Loved by nothing is my homeless and lost I found myself blending in with the shadows engulfing me choking the screams for help me end this now
1:25-1:40 J&P: My bones have grown too big for my skin, I can feel you escape my grasp. I only wanted to keep you safe. I newer wanted to be the cause of your fear. I told myself I'd never leave, just never dreamed that you'd do it first.
P: Coming of age just means digging a grave, just means being alone 'til you're nought. Lather on products and oils and falsehoods until your skin starts to wrought. Philogynist enemies. Misogynist tendencies. The apples of eyes are all rot. The fruits of our eden have long since been beaten and forced to be something they're not.
J&P: If it's not our fault then where is the credit due, if it's not our fault then where does the blame go?
It is not our fault
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I Don't Fap to Shoops
01:06
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JACOB: Hey hey what's up? I don't mean to bring you down but there's been some things on my mind lately. Kids always talk about it. Hey did you hear this band? I put the headphones on. It's the same shit I've heard before man. What the fuck happens? Why are minds so dull? When a band gets famous when they aren't unique at all.
PATRICK: Break across the next generation and throw you to the horizon. Shall we see how long this gap will take to close? I predict a failure in our midst.
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JACOB&PATRICK: Watch me step onto this street/Horns will blare as fenders greet/Headlights flash from my new friends/as they all witness the end/The rain outside reflects my eyes/as pedestrians fly/No chance now for a glass slipper/Cobblestone walk; Jack the Ripper.
P: Where there was once brightness in your eyes now I find only dark. We've reached the end of the tunnel and found that there's no light.
J&P: I've gone off the deep end now. My dreams are all I remember/I see white silhouettes with faces shaped like those that I once knew. Angels reach for me but I've already lost control/Just a shooting star across an asphalt sky. Too late to make a wish/Too late to take it back.
J: Drifting gently in a box. Close out the world, it's not good enough. Forget your place. don't press the brakes. A dozen lost lives and it's all your fault.
P: Darling, darling, could this be witchcraft. Witness this ambulance, these lights flash and fade. Like you.
J: Your life is fleeting, but you still live like shit. You spread filth because of it. Please leave me out of it.
J&P: Break away, the ponies have escaped. I will never leave you as long as you stay this good to me.
P: This stampede of flame and water collides so gracefully/with our/bodies/How ever will we make it through this venture/Time to go.
J: Can you feel it now? What you have been waiting for. Can you feel it now? Is it what you've dreamed of?
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It's Djent Not Duhjent!
03:56
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J: Black ants circle the carcass, one says their words at the pit. Cut all the plants to decorate, we all must follow the script. As I take my leave of this, each guest lends a hand. Submerging myself further now, deep down this was my plan.
P: I have tasted the fruit of the basket. I have known the taste of its flesh. I have seen the satin of caskets and bid my time until I meet death. I have smelled the funeral flowers. I have heard the organ's call. I have seen the church's bower and felt the rise before the fall.
J&P: Please remember when I cast out. Escape these walls that have kept me grey. All my demons. There will never be another chance to run. And I'm alone. I never thought I'd see the light of day. For the first time. But here I am basking in the sun. They have made me. My only fear is that I'll miss the shade. So much stronger. And long for the time when we were one.
P: Bodies surround me, longing for nothing but the return of their youths. Something so small and take from so many. My only weapon is myself. My only defense. My body covers the fire and leaves me in more places than I've ever been.
J: This air is not natural. Gray fields stretch evermore. Claws grate on ears, push me left and right.
J: Towers of livestock built a maze that believes itself a hunting serpent. Its limbs march onward with blind vigor. I am not my own, I am owned. Wether in my cell or under glass I feel a chill hold my spine.
J&P: When we come to find you, there will be no hope left. Know that we can't forgive, what you have done to us. Inside you must have known, one day we'd be your end. There's a light in your eyes, we'll leave when that's darkness.
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PATRICK: Kiss and tell? An idiot would. Tell me all you have to say. Endure the pain of what you have to show. Live through me. You will never regret this, never.
JACOB: Raise your voice my friends, degrade the silence. Break the quiet down.
P: Breath so solemn that it hurts to breathe. Is there no other way to get this need. I feed on the whispers that pulse through the floor. Reach back and notch your bedpost once more.
P: Break free from these shackles. Free yourself from my bonds. Have you ever felt so violated?
J: Break your irons in degradation of the silence. Use your freedom, create new noise.
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PATRICK: Wretch. My fingers, they bleed. I bit them to the bone.
JACOB: Won't this slow down, and only speed up when we want it to? This feeling is worn out, now knowing just what to do.
J&P: I feel her with me, when I know she's not. Where has she gone? Does she remember?
J: Face first in failure. Failing in everyone else's eyes. Why don't you just live for yourself and fuck everyone else.
J: Won't this slow down, and only speed up when we want it to? This feeling is worn out, now knowing just what to do.
P: Mercy, behold her. The fire has spread through the roof. The angel of death does a saint's work. The fire has spread.
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NetScapeGoat
02:03
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JACOB: Bring it down.
PATRICK: Break the future with memories of the past. The lives you have taken will not be forgotten.
J: Go home.
P: Try to wipe the blood from your hands. Believe everything you hear. Become the useless, empty, hollow, calm, chasm. Become the shell of the dreams you once held. Become the bastard mongrel.
J&P: This is no place for you. You might as well go home while you still can.
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PATRICK: Look me in the eyes. My reflection dances across your face. I see you all the time, but you don't even remember my name. I want nothing more than to fall through you and feel your salt surrounding my body.
JACOB: Swimming through stars, we sail through nebula. Casting out bright orbs of hope, we explore.
P: I long for your touch. But every breeze through your curls breaks me down piece by piece. And I'm left with longing agony. You bite your lip; I bite my tongue.
J: Black holes will never swallow us. Foundations of lore are from us.
P: The moment I see you, my mind is soothed, rocking back and forth, cradling the world. There's a softness to you. I would dissolve if ever allowed to be cradled in your arms for just a moment. These are the secrets I'd share if you'd only ask.
J: We gaze down at Earth's mountains and oceans, giving its children fear and awe.
P: The way it all looks from here makes my blue moon turn to gold. So take my hand my dear, as we sail through the stars. Finding who we really are.
J: Such a tragedy on a white dwarf's last day. But we can only hope that our young will create their own source of life's beginning.
P: Two elements always tugging, trying to keep each other for themselves. Each day I try to learn more about you. Each day you caress my face and turn the other way. I know there's a depth to you none have ever dared to find. I'd dive deep if you let me. I'd crumble if you left me.
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Second Drum Lessons
03:14
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PATRICK: When the dust finally clears, I wipe the sweat from my brow. A place unfamiliar, I climb above the flames and shout at the top of my lungs. What is this place? Beating, banging foreign drums. It pulses through my chest and pushes the air from my lungs.
J&P: Tell me, do you remember? (I remember you so well.) Tell me, is it December? (This weather is giving me hell.)
JACOB: You're feeling sour, sour on my mind. You're giving me a bleeding heart-burn this feeling out like a tic.
P: Will I one day (be free?) Am I forced to (suffer) through this day after day? There's a voice inside my head, says,
J&P: Tell me, do you remember? (I remember you so well.) Tell me, is it December? (This weather is giving me hell.)
J: I recoil into myself. Shut inside till the next drought.
P: Your sweetness covers the salt of my, words that I left behind. There's a place beyond the pines. Reminds me that you were mine.
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Stop, Ur Macking Me Mad
03:09
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PATRICK: My life was built on a foundation of assumptions. Incomplete truths whispered slowly in my ear. When your weight leaves my shoulders I'll be free from all my fears.
JACOB: If this keeps up I swear you're dead. Focus on the meaningless is a fool's way to live. Tear it all down, down below creation.
P: Is this all a game to you? If life is for the living then how dead do you have to be inside before we are all allowed to abandon ship? Prepare for mutiny.
J: Shut up, I won't hear it. Sit down, I don't want to see it.
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Time Share Condom
03:21
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JACOB: I feel it burning, and I just want to dive in headfirst with you. But I sense the claws latch on and pull me back to where I'm from. Nothing changes unless I change myself. I know I'm mostly just a prop but I could use a rewrite.
PATRICK: There's a voice in my throat, but I know it's not (my own). It coughs and wheezes and has claimed me as a throne. It scratches at (my words) and throws them like a stone.
J: I want your sympathy, but do not look at me, I don't know what to say, so please don't talk to me
P: I stare at the depth of the blue in the sky and sink into the dirt. I imagine the weight of the world upon me and collapse into myself.
J&P: I used to have eyes for only you. How could I have been so blind? There's a place I once called home, but it was never really mine. I've risen from the ashes, and now I miss the flame. I tell myself I'm changing, but know I'm still the same.
J: I'm hiding, it's blinding. raise the flag, cover it all, feed the dark, hone the wall. I peek through and burn myself, it's not worth it but I'm curious, what's happening across the glass but i'll just keep my distance
J&P: I used to have eyes for only you. How could I have been so blind? There's a place I once called home, but it was never really mine. I've risen from the ashes, and now I miss the flame. I tell myself I'm changing, but know I'm still the same. I'm still the same.
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Vias
04:26
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P: This house feels alive, it smells of death, it looks like decay. the growth
J: on the walls, i swear i saw it move. in its clutches, this place is being taken
J&P: back by the earth it came from.
P: There is something else here.
J: Memories dance before me but they feel artificial, welcoming a guest.
P: A shadow faces my back faster than my eyes can turn. The farther I walk into this circle i feel my chest
J&P: constrict
J&P: and my blood run cold.
J: Four walls can't always make a home. I search for a door. I search for an exit. I search for the meaning behind my solitude. My escape is hopeless. I woke alone but know there's another near me, biding its time, waiting to strike. I know there's another right behind . . .
P: I shiver. It is near. I have felt, this before. If death wants, to take me, I can not, fight it back.
J&P: The ambience grows louder and piercing. It is coming from nowhere
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about
Recorded May 16-June 30, 2016 at The Doom Cupboard.
Remixed and remastered July 2020.
Remixed and remastered July 2020.
credits
released July 27, 2016
All music and lyrics written by PlasticBag FaceMask.
Additional lyrics on Chelsea's Grim and Patrick, You're So Depressing by Colton Sterling.
These songs first appeared in releases from 2010 and 2011.
Art by Zero Lopez.
All music and lyrics written by PlasticBag FaceMask.
Additional lyrics on Chelsea's Grim and Patrick, You're So Depressing by Colton Sterling.
These songs first appeared in releases from 2010 and 2011.
Art by Zero Lopez.
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PlasticBag FaceMask Fresno, California
Est. 2008.
Studio band of Patrick Hogan (Time Bomb, Bookburner) and Jacob Lee (Keeper, Elder Devil, Hellish Form, dontcryformeimalreadydead)
Live shows are about as rare as unicorns.
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