Vol. 1

by Moat

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recorded and mixed by Alex and Mark at Soundsaver Studio, London. December 2011

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released March 22, 2012

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Track Name: C.R.E.A.M. (cash ruins everything around me)
credit crunch is such a bore
rich will alway fuck the poor
some are set to come in last
dreams of future fading fast
we're merely pawns
our heads are rungs on a ladder of success
in a race i never wanted to run
fuck your downturn
in ten thousand years we haven't learned
deserve what we get
a season in hell
collective moral conscience breeds a nation of idiots
who suckle at the teat of tabloid media truths
Track Name: Black Hole
my eyes heart from the glare of a thousand suns
bursting forth from the crack in my head
i am coming apart at the seams
and i'm sorry if i don't possess the words
i cannot speak for the choking feeling
i am imploding
i am a black hole
gravity will destroy me
this world is a machine
that exists to grind down hope and iron out dreams
Track Name: The Falling Man
how can i feel safe against such insanity
amongst those who would gladly trample me to death for a shiny penny just to get ahead
your invisible hands are wrapped around my throat
you are devil
on you i smell death
yo uare the beast
you are deaths head
your monuments to arrogance that scrape the sky
they cloud my vision, claustrophobic times
icarus
take me closer to the sun
the wax is melting
still we cling on
hubristic ambition manifests
we all become the falling man