Purity and the Paper Bill

by Suburban Syndrome

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Recorded in Summer 2010. This debut album by Suburban Syndrome is a groovetastic heavy metal release with 10 tracks.

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released 28 October 2010
All music performed by Suburban Syndrome.


Recording and Mixing Engineer ****
Mastering by Colin Davis at Imperial Mastering (Concord, CA)
Art and Art concepts by James Greenaway
Photography by Landon Mchardy

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Track Name: Impressionable Future People
Polish the image and brainwash the young.
Change your battle call and sell it for as much as you can get but take it with you. I refuse to trust this god.

(But it's always been that way!) Money has always been the bottom line. Using fear and love to lead us to your feet.

Whatever happened to purgatory and Chumbawumba? Build up the children's army and they'll march but take them with you. I refuse to trust this god. I am a heathen.

(And don't you forget that) Money has always been the bottom line. Using fear and love to lead us to your feet.

Blistered hands make the purchase and sell it down the line. Could it get anymore fucked? Could it get anymore wrong?
With or without it, you would have good people doing good and evil people doing evil. But for good people to do evil, we need it.


Blistered hands make the purchase and sell it down the line. Could it get anymore wrong? The lord has let you down. Impressionable future people, an army of children, bending to their will. The lord and the lip sync.

But I don't want to die and I refuse to listen to these lies.
Track Name: The Rifle
Fuck. Be a father.

Drive the rifle back home. It's done the deed for good. In the realm of jobs you did a good one. Remove the ammunition, get out of the car.

Silent satisfaction.
Woodshed stands silently at the back of the yard. One of ten a rack for your machine. Your machine that reminds your son of a snarling foam-mouthed dog.

But this story isn't over yet, it hasn't even begun. The final two minutes are all that matters. This story isn't over yet, it hasn't even begun. The final two minutes are all that matters.

Building a fence two days later, your accomplishment is now the furthest thing from your mind. It's a little bit colder out here then you remember it being in July. A scuffle behind the woodshed goes entirely unnoticed. The door swings open with an audible creak. Meeting you with a cherubic two-tooth missing smile, a full two heads shorter than you is the son you helped conceive. In his arms a cumbersome piece of metal and wood. The dog barks. You are finished. You are finished. No more innocence. You are finished. Even though you thought it was locked, it couldn't matter less. A good father but you are finished.
Track Name: Thin The Herd
Please give us space to reign as kings and queens of a fortress. Man, its crowded in here. Make some room. We'll push through the masses. We must gather together. Eventually we'll see we don't belong.

Reproducing and starving. Make some room, clear some space. Thin the herd. I was not raised up to mind these walls. Thin the herd.

Oh please, just push through the masses. Raise a hand, make it two. Agents of change we will become. Lift the spirits of the down notes. We will be together if we band together and help them before they kill us.

Reproducing and starving. Make some room, clear some space. Thin the herd. I was not raised up to mind these walls. Thin the herd.

Carpal bones crushed by the doors, as liberation escapes you. City burns, with all the ashes below your feet. Liberation escapes us yet again.

Reproducing and starving. Make some room, clear some space. Thin the herd. Thin the herd.
Track Name: Epidemic of Dishonesty
I couldn't have been anymore wrong if I had tried. You were always the one I believed until you lied. I wish that trust could be achieved in this lifetime. I'm uncertain that anyone is honest, there's no evidence to support these claims of innocence.

There is nothing more for me to say, still you'll repeat.
What's the point of sincerity when everyone is full of shit? Communication breakdown. Modern humanity's disease.
That forces a grave lapse in our morality. Epidemic of dishonesty. Communication breakdown, modern humanity's disease clouding everything, Epidemic!

I wish that trust could be achieved in this lifetime. You lied to me!
Track Name: Evil Night
Evil night is leading me quickly into apathy. Decency, reality; don't mean a fucking thing to me. Lonely nights in low-lit rooms, piercing skin spelling my doom. Destiny keeps showing me not to fuck with what we cannot see.

To be addicted to the blood. I don't need to eat you. I am innocent I don't need to feed you. In this I drown.

Ritalin and vicodin, look at all this shit I'm in. Back and fourth I watch them trace leading to the killing place

To be addicted to the blood. I don't need to eat you. I am innocent I don't need to feed you. In this I drown.

What are these? Red ants crawling on me? Well am I asleep or am I awake. As they're crawling on me. Like cold oil poured over me. Pry through the strings, crawling on me. My hands, crawling on me. Stay away from my hands, stay away from my head.

I don't...

Need to be addicted to your blood, I'll no longer feed you.
I am innocent, I'll no longer feed you. This air I breath.
Track Name: Avenue March
Tentative, I look out the window at what my world's become.
Change. But it's all the same. My world has changed.
Footsteps on pavement. Re-sell and repent. Were you even born with a brain? Civility boarded a plane.
Phone it in, phone it in. Leave your mark. I refuse to stand by and watch it fall down.
Stand up, been seated for long enough. Safety no longer within the clutch. Help your peer to stand above insane brands of conformity.

Grow, ignore the norm. Recreate yourself.
Cattle at the trough, haven't you had enough? It appears that you've worn out your welcome this time around.
Fray the strings that tether you to the sense of fear. I refuse to stand by and watch it fall down.
Stand up, been seated for long enough. Safety no longer within the clutch. Help your peer to stand above insane wrath of conformity.

The brick is crumbling we outnumber them. Feel the thunder they're over-encumbered. Burning clock parade in spite of what you've made. I realize that we'll walk down that road eventually. Stand up and march.

It appears that you've worn out your welcome this time around.
Stand up and march
Stand up and fight.

You've got to wake up. You've got to get mad.
Stand up and march on the avenue.
You've got to feel it!
Track Name: Sell Fear
Cry
Bring that shit back down
Apprehension piercing our lives.
One doesn't think that one must survive.
So trust the mouth to become informed
Find some solace within the knowledge.
Grip the chair, dissent if you dare.
It's unbelievable (rendered feeble) are we just sitting ducks?

Cry! Inadequacy! Don't you see? We are all sheep. Sheep.

I'll keep you entertained
So you keep coming back.
But you don't think I'd lie (Do You?)
Do you think I'd lie? (NO!)
Undeniable business greed, unreality that I feed
Injecting fear in you whenever I fucking want to.

Die! Immediately! You and Me, We Are All Sheep.

You should always fight for what's right, never believe in whats left or right.
I never said believe in ignorance, but try not to sign up after just one glance.

Astonished by exaggerations! Locked on the T.V station! Blinding an entire nation! Puppetting societies anxieties! Anxieties!

Sell fear to the sheep with the most fucking wool. Nothing prepared, nothing ready to pull.

You should always fight for what's right, never believe in whats left or right.
I never said believe in ignorance, but try not to sign up after just one glance.

Glance! After a Glance! It's me, It's you!
After a Glance! We are all Sheep.
Track Name: Choking on the Rope
The wings of the angelic pull swiftly 'round the hearts of men. Choking off the blood-flow of the truly wakeful.
Sermon words pull the skin from around my skull away from the bone. Without reason, without choice. Without choice.

To be free is to be free of mind not body. A man held hostage or imprisoned can remain free if he holds his thoughts close and gives them up to no one. Be yourself inside of you, stay awake.

Solid are the many who stand behind themselves and hold true to the idea of autonomy inside these walls.

To be free is to be free of mind not body. A man held hostage or imprisoned can remain free if he holds his thoughts close and gives them up to no one. Be yourself inside of you, stay awake.

Come on,remain free.
Yet the tears in the fabric of social blankets make it difficult to remain warm against the cold air of reason. Remain warm in spite.

To be free is to be free of mind not body. A man held hostage or imprisoned can remain free if he holds his thoughts close and gives them up to no one. Be yourself inside of you, stay awake. Stay alone.
Track Name: Drown, Burn, Suffocate and Die
We have learned to regret now that the sea's are poisoned and the sky is on fire. Sinking in the mud that the roads have become and singing shitty songs. We are a race incapable of foresight.
Constantly aware, and yet, blissful in our total ignorance. Change is not a possibility now.

A man who loses his legs in a war cannot go back in time.
We have condemned ourselves to this. Prepare to drown, burn, suffocate and die.

Sorry, but the hope is gone from my voice and so should it be from yours. Best keep running along covering little distances and I'll do the same. Constantly aware, and yet, blissful in our total ignorance. Change is not a possibility now.

A man who loses his legs in a war cannot go back in time.
We have condemned ourselves to this. Prepare to drown, burn, suffocate and die.

Pain will become oxygen and you have got to breath. Pain will become oxygen, have you forgotten that you need it? This world was not ours to kill and now we must bleed. This world was not ours to kill, why couldn't we just see it? Time will not repair what we've done, nor will hope turn back time.

A man who loses his legs in a war cannot go back in time.
We have condemned ourselves to this. Prepare to drown, burn, suffocate and die.

A new era is upon us. We have had our last chance. If we do not find some greater and more equitable system, armageddon will be at our door.

Pain will become oxygen and you have got to breath. Pain will become oxygen, have you forgotten that we need it?