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Brainless God

by Direct Hit!

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1.
On & On 02:57
We woke up today to find that all of us were out of time The president got on the line Apologizing, but resigned Heads were hung, and tears were shed Facing all but certain death But some of us decided our last breath Wouldn't exit as a gasp Pass that wine, and cheers my friend! / Congrats, we've made it to the end / So glad despite our fate below the bomb, we go on and on and on / So here's a toast, raise glasses high / Just one more cheer for you and I in our last hour before we die / Oh my, let's get plastered one more time / Life's just a tale of death / The End is where all the best parts start / We'll send a message on not hard to comprehend: We never felt our last night end
2.
You know you lot are all an abomination, and in an hour you're all meeting in Hell? / Each of your sins will be counted and numbered at the gates of heaven - Have you thought of all of the lies you can tell to St. Peter when he asks you the question: / "Have you been saved? Can you tell me his name?" / The wine and liquor in your throats'll disable any chance you have to answer with a word that'll win you the game So buy a ride on the H-train to your destiny / Take a ride, an express lane to your doom You know you lot are all lying with Satan, and in an hour you'll be begging him "please, give me a minute of relief from the suffering" / But he'll only turn the fire up, and do it with the greatest of ease / And St. Peter will be laughing in heaven, a million miles gone from you and your screams, and I'll be sitting at the feet of the father / Bring the bomb and my salvation, time for all of this to tear from the seams So buy a ride on the H-train to your destiny / Take a ride an express lane to your doom / Buy a ride on the H-train I’m in ecstasy / Cause when you ride that express lane, yeah you’re screwed So walk along with your tears in your eyes / All the birds and the flies have a chance of salvation / Walk along with your fears and your cries / Realize that we're all gonna die, it's just a matter of patience / Walk along with your tears in your eyes, but realize that it's not too late to repent and go to heaven / Walk along with your eyes to the ground, but I'm around - So have a seat and give me your first and last confession
3.
Buried Alive 02:59
He's got a carcass in the basement, and it's high time he found a replacement / It'll be just like a first date, but better / It's the farthest that he's been from a careful process for a quick completion, cause the bomb's just a couple clicks from his suburb / So he doesn't have to please her, just apply a kitchen towel soaked with ether and sit her upright in the last car she'll ride in, drag her inside bound with duct tape under his arm, like a baby or a pound cake, set the knives out, put the IV inside her It’s gone on and on and on and on and on and on and on But he's dried out his eyes, as he's buried alive all the girls that he’s met every season / Keeps a book, photographs, his victims in tact so he can have a memory of it all / But the world's bound to end in a minute or ten, he knows routine's nothing but a shadow, and pasted shots of his kills are pointless frills, oh no Because the bomb’s just a couple clicks from his suburb It's his last night, so he slows down, takes a breath, doesn't have to sweat the cops now / But the practice is soon to leave him exhausted, and when he wakes up she's above him, saying "Baby, let's go out enjoy the sunset - It's the last time we'll get to enjoy it, and it's the farthest that we've been from a careful process for a quick completion, because the bomb's just a couple clicks from our suburb / It's not atrocious, we'll be sleeping, and the universe of course will end up weeping on the staircase in the corner / So, sorry." So the carcass in the basement became a whole lot more than a replacement / It became just like a first date, but better / So he dries out his eyes, as he buries alive, this doomed world that has seen its last season / And the book, photographs, his victims in tact, won't leave a single memory of it all / Cause the world sees the end in a minute or ten, and the routine's just a fucking shadow / And all his shots of his kills were pointless frills, oh no
4.
She's got a tale to tell / Well, the detonation put a shotgun there in her lap / Was her patience gone? Yeah, you'd better believe it / She'd been holed up here for a decade or two, but made a goddamn choice – End it all, end it now so you'd better quit your complaining / Through the front door in the kitchen, heard the door slam, wondered what she’s missing / Takes a breath, welcomes death, holds back a cough Well she'd been dealing with this motherfucking man in her home who shouldn't live to see what the ending is like / Oh no, she's not letting him get there / If he was man enough for a minute or two, he might've seen this coming from a mile away / Don't you think she's got a good reason? Through the front door in the kitchen, heard the door slam, wondered what he's missing / Then she turned tail, and took the first door / She made a statement: "You're getting what you asked for" Cut him up, cut him up with a hacksaw, in his blood, in his blood’s where she'll end up / Ashes and dust - like the whole population of planet earth, yeah you bet – that’s where they'll join up / "But for the first time in 20 years I'm happy to be in my house, so I might light a cigarette," tells herself, holds back a cough as the bomb tears her ass off First thing he saw was the glitter of the saw in her hand - He didn't get it at first cause he didn't quite understand why she even would bother / Tries to lock up the door, but he can't - she kicked it in didn’t matter if he latched it / Didn't speak up / Didn't get to, because his head blew apart She cut him up, cut him up with a hacksaw, and in his blood, in his blood's where she ends up / Ashes and dust like the whole population of planet earth - yeah you bet that's where they'll join up / But as the world ends, it’s hard to pretend she got her way, and it's a satisfying end / Closes her eyes, takes a drag, has a last thought / as she climbs off the carpet Ears still ringing from the detonation and a shotgun sitting to the side of a cut up dude / It's not so fucking depressing
5.
White Robes 03:21
In a minute we'll be isotopes in the air, floating out the windows / But you know thermodynamics will save us all when we merge in the atmosphere, becoming one consciousness / So have no fear, there's no reason to panic - We'll hold each other as we rise to the heavens above from the woods / After all, it's true I love each and every single one of you / Release the doves, take a long drink from your cup Cause the issue boys and girls is the solution To the woods / we go – Bring your robe / I'll have the drinks, psychedelics, and the metronome - We can all sing loud as the world explodes / You said your god’s not wrong, so why did you ask him? Don't you trust that the other side is life everlasting? / Wasn't that your song waking up every single day? / Nevermind, I don't believe you anyway Cause in a minute we'll be isotopes all jumbled up / Doesn't that give you some hope that we can end up together? / Don't mind the look in our eyes or the fear in the air, just come along / In the forest we'll be fine out there / And sing a song for each other as we all just disappear And it might feel like a trial and an execution but the problem boys and girls is I don’t have a solution We can’t get it out of our heads we can’t get it
6.
How could we sleep when we know that it’s ending? We’re awake ‘cause there’s no point in pretending there’s a man with a beard waiting for us, dressed in white with his angels in a chorus. How could we sleep when we’ve made you a promise we’d be together? No we’re not at all dishonest. So take our hands, come along to the black hole and take a ride. How could we sleep knowing well that his judgment never errs on the side of the conflict? You’ve gotta know that his mind’s all but made up, so we escaped and now I can tell you’re nervous, don’t be, everything will be fine. Compelled to stay behind? I wish we could honey, but How could we sleep when the story isn’t over? Whether or not there’s a field full of clover we could run through in infinite elation, we’d always know that we missed the termination. How could we sleep having left you behind? Well, aren’t you glad that we came back to dispel all the rumors waiting for you on your death bed? And let you know the naked truth about them instead? I can tell you’re nervous, don’t be, everything will be fine. Compelled to stay behind? I wish we could honey, but why dispel the notion that the singularity’s shine is all illusion? Maybe that’s what heaven is Nevermind fuck your position, come on, why won’t you just listen? Cause I’m guaranteeing there’s no hope at all! Close your eyes and lose your consciousness; but no need to abandon it, just step into the darkness, lean and fall. Crushed into oblivion, your sense of time collapsing in will feel like never-ending, wait and see. I’m screaming so you’ll listen! I’ll say again, fuck your position! What do I have to say to make you believe me? I can tell you’re nervous, don’t be, everything will be fine. Compelled to stay behind? I wish we could honey, but why dispel the notion that the singularity’s shine is all illusion? Maybe that’s what heaven is
7.
We're Fucked 01:36
These eyes shed their pupils when they glimpsed abyss, but now this brain can't shed the thought of floating aimlessly alone in this space / So we came back so you could come with us / Why the resistance? / It's useless to run / It's only a matter of time - We'll catch up and drag everyone through a hole in the fabric of space-time / It's easy for us, automatic God sent us back / We were wrong - Turns out suicide was a long route for returning to earth / Now the bombs mean we're going to hell, best stay strong / At least you’ll have us, your new pals and buds, to comfort you as we go down through the muck / Cause where we’ll end up ain’t no light, ain’t no sound, ain’t no good times – You get it? We’re fucked We'll pluck out your eyes so they won't see the end / We'll box out your ears so they can't hear the end / We'll tear out your tongue so it won't taste the air / And fill up your lungs so the vacuum won't torture them
8.
Checking in? What’s the last name? Just a sec, a note just came for you… Sorry, we’ve got a problem… It appears that your inclination to end the lives of your fellow countrymen has made it tough to admit you. To the right, if you’d like, is a door to the bottom of the world – Where you go if you feel lost or forgotten. Oh, we know that it’s not at all an ideal system, but the man at the top is just too busy to listen To the left is a sort of way station where you wait if you don’t accept your fate. So take your time, we’ll be waiting I’ll add a note and we’ll call you – but I can say a reply to complaints can take a century longer Or, if you’d like, you can do us a particular favor – Just consent, sign your name here on the back of this waiver. I admit that it’s not the most attractive of wagers, but compared to who you’re dealing with you’re certainly braver. To the right that’s where the bad guys go all alone and to the left that’s where the old lost souls say hello and so alright, have you made your mind up yet? We’ll send you back but you’re on a mission: Who sent you here didn’t have the guts to face the fucking fact that they’d chosen To spend forever in torment - Bring em back for their descent to hell. Is that a task you can handle? You’ll be equipped with the superpowers usually given to the bodyguards protecting all the angels in heaven. When you’re done, see me here and we’ll discuss compensation – If there’s something I can say, it’s we’re especially patient. To the right that’s where the bad guys go all alone and to the left that’s where the old lost souls say hello and so alright, take your time You’ll be equipped with the superpowers usually given to the bodyguards protecting all the angels in heaven. When you’re done, see me here and we’ll discuss compensation – If there’s something I can say, it’s we’re especially patient.
9.
You forgot to say bye when you said it was time to go - Didn't think I'd be back so soon did you? / Where's the love that you spoke of? Where's the 'welcome home'? / I don't get it, but the other side misses you One by one you'll end up just like the rest of us / In a line, waiting quietly for your turn / Resurrection's just a ploy to raise a fuss when everyone just ends up in the earth So for one last time would you just plant one on my cheek and tell me you're alright and everything's a-ok? You're going back to the old white tower where you'll wait for a higher power to tell you where you'll end up just like us Hello love, how are you? I came for one last long look at you / We only just met, but it seems like it's been a lifetime since you came through the haze of waking up at the bottom of a barrel shaped just like a staircase, so I hope that you don't hate that I appreciate just looking at your face So for one last time would you just plant one on my cheek, and tell me you're alright and everything's a-ok? / And It won't be long my darling girl before we meet up once again, because the bomb's only a minute or two away So goodbye for the last time, it's my time to go - Gotta bring these idiots and their robes / They're all late for appointments with the boss above and he's not one that forgets to judge I'll see you up in the old white tower waiting with a bouquet of flowers in my hands, smiling down from the back of the line / St. Peter's got your name on his tablet - I'll introduce you, and admit my habit disappeared when I met you, now I'm fine You're going back to the old white tower where you'll wait for a higher power to tell you where you'll end up just like us / Sweating bullets waiting for your judgment - Did you pass? Did you fail? The subject's just enough to make you stand in line
10.
It's kind of awkward to admit that I've been less than forthright when I implied that I was ready to die / My friend, my conscience weighs so heavy on my shoulders and mind - I'm coming clean my friend, I told you a lie In fact, the truth is I've only used this to understand why we’re all here / It’s time to dismiss it might be Christmas, that’s just ridiculous from what I can hear Because the fact is I've been waiting for my love to return - They locked him up for crimes he didn't commit / And all I wanted was to keep myself alive to the end, so I could have a chance to see him again And so I led your sorry soul off to your death in the woods, and I deprived you of a chance to pretend that this apocalypse was more than just us reaching the end of every story, every conflict withstood In fact, the truth is I've only used this to understand why we’re all here / It’s time to dismiss it might be Christmas, that’s just ridiculous from what I can hear He said his goodbyes, it's my turn to cry - Where is my comfort? I've run out of time to wonder when I will se my love again now that's over, we've come to the end / I've got nothing to say, I've got nothing to beg for, I've got no reason at all to pretend anymore that it's fine that we're dead - Hear that friends? You're all I've got left so just listen again He said his goodbyes now it's my turn to cry / Where is my comfort? I've run out of time to wonder when I will see my love again - Guess I might as well crumple up, now I'm dead
11.
Home To You 02:15
Well they locked me up and they threw me away, and the one comfort I would let myself take was that someday I'd get out, and I would make it home to you / So when the guards spoke up saying on the PA we had an hour, or less til we’re all blown away, I took the first chance that I got and headed for the parking lot Cause if I only got to see you for a minute or two, well it would all be worth my time / Nothing mattered more, 2, 3, 4 wouldn’t have crossed my mind / Oh shit, I think we’d better check the time Pedal on the floor, a single thought in my head: With the a-bombs a-falling it's all good in the end just to hold you, if only for a minute or two / So with a quarter tank of gas, and just a second to spare, I swear to god the clock stopped, our gaze hung in the air, and I will hold you, even as the world blows up Now I only get to see you for a minute or two, but yeah it’s all been worth my time / Nothing matters more, 2, 3, 4 / Everything feels just fine As the sky fell down, the voice inside of my head should've said "run, run away," but at The End it kept quiet, fucking quiet at last, so in the background it’ll stay / Cause I only got to see you for a minute or two, but damn, it all was worth my time / Nothing mattered more, 2, 3, 4 wouldn’t have crossed my mind / Oh shit, I think we just ran out of time
12.
This is a message for the angels: This is the demons at your door and we're all waiting for an answer / You can bet we won't be ignored / Why did you let this bullshit happen? Where did we fuck up along the line? Won't you tell us? / Probably not, you have no spine You can bet we'll shake these gates until they fall, and you can bet we'll cut your heads off one and all / Cause you cut our party short now and it's time to prove something to you: / Us sinners don't take kindly to last call This is a message for the angels: You've got a breach of security / All the snarling at your gates is from the people you set free with your insistence that you leave us alone to fend for ourselves / And now it's your turn to take your weapons off your shelves Your brainless god should take some time, climb off his throne, and give us all an explanation of his own / We want our whiskey bottles back now, our guitars and amplifiers, because this night ain't over until we say it's done

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"Brainless God" is a 12-song horror story brought to you by some not-so-brainless Milwaukee punks. Direct Hit! (henceforth known as The Four Horsemen of Pop Punk) have been tearing up basements and house gigs with their searing live show for a couple years now, and we knew it was time to include them in the Red Scare ranks. Turns out they had an album already written full of frantic hooks and songs that mock The Almighty? Ummm, yes please! Then we enlisted All-American Rejects guitarist and audio maven Mike Kennerty to ensure these 12 apocalyptic episodes were captured properly on tape. This album came out sounding so good you'd almost think Direct Hit! made a pact with Old Scratch himself. Does that mean we have to pay him royalties too?!?

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released September 3, 2013

Written by Direct Hit / Lyrics by Nick Woods
Produced by Mike Kennerty
Engineered by Shane Olivo & Mike Kennerty
Mixed by Jon Drew
Mastered by Alan Douches

Art direction by Eric Baskauskas / wallofyouth.com
Released by Red Scare Industries / redscare.net

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