A storm has risen and has claimed every brain,
Down to every last cell, not a single thought remains..
Thousands of feet come stomping through the halls,
Marching like zombies to the same old beat!!
Do ya got anything up there?
Is there any last ounce of thought?
Cause from what I've seen, it really doesn't seem,
Like you've got any fuckin' clue!!!
The time has come now to sit down and shut up,
Cause you're in for a big surprise...
The brain starts to rot where these lessons are taught,
Start the decay of your ambition today...
These windows make me feel trapped..
Iron bars that imprison my mind!!
All my youth you have taken away..
Eighteen years I will never get back!
Behind these walls everyone acts,
Like there's somethin' that they're tryin' to prove..
They always seem like they've got some kind of clue,
But I've got news for you!!!
Eyes lock lock to the screen, as the cells drain straight out of your head!!
Reality consumes every dream, before you can blink you'll be dead!!
It is time for the braindead to take charge..
Mentally vacant you march!!
I don't know a single thing that I've been told..
I am losing control of a head that was once my own..
I'm not in my right mind,
And I'm beginning to question if maybe a screw or two has come lose..
Fuck!!
I've gotta get away... It is time to drop out!!
I'm done solving your fucking problems, and I'm done playing your petty games..
You've tested me for the last time, I must take back what is left of my brain..
Obsolete education, teach me something I don't already know..
Another obligation, I will never understand..
All these expectations are taking there toll..
And I'm beginning to think I've gone mad!
Mentally vacant you march!!
Mentally vacant you are...
credits
from COUNT ME OUT,
released November 23, 2016
Guitar: Tanner Cook
Vocals: Tanner Cook
Drums: Tanner Cook
Bass: Tanner Cook
Iranian metal band Confess channel their struggles with political oppression and exile into cathartic, groovy thrash. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 2, 2022
