The Dissonance Of Discontent Lyrics

We've come so far, and here we are,
Amidst the endless hum,
No wind worth chasing, no revolution,
No blazing battle drum,
We laughed as we said, “the music is dead”,
We've plucked out its eyes, we've shattered its head,
My work is so weary so let it be said “Father, thy will be done.”

Instruments make the best sounds as they're breaking,
People make the best smiles when they're faking,
Notes are shattered, blood is spattered,
The night is ours for the taking,
And what shall we say now that it is gone?
In ours eyes are no tears, in our hearts are no songs,
And now we've gone pale, what was it we saw?
The beauty, the horror...
Of rock that is so raw

Showbread - No Sir, Nihilism Is Not Practical

Oct 2004

1. A Llama Eats A Giraffe (And Vice Versa)
2. Dead By Dawn
3. Mouth Like A Magazine
4. If You Like Me Check Yes, If You Don't I'll Die
5. Sampsa Meets Kafka
6. So Selfish It's Funny
7. The Missing Wife
8. Welcome To Plainfield Tobe Hooper
9. And The Smokers And Children Shall Be Cast Down
10. Stabbing Art To Death
11. The Dissonance Of Discontent
12. Matthias Replaces Judas
13. The Bell Jar