The Pursuit Of Heaviness

by Feces Pieces

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1.	Retribution 03:18	lyrics	buy track
Feces Pieces: Retribution. (Lyrics: Tom P, Steve F. / Music: Steve F.) Method of pain to define my sound; Emotional strain to bring it down. Why did you disrespect me? Anger blinds me; I can’t see. Distorted strands of reality; Contorting abstractions of sanity. My will is not at all free; Hatred takes command of me! Order of hate cries for assault; All of my stress is your fucking fault. Through my suffering, I can see; That you’re my victim of hostility! Victim of Hostility! Hate… Time to feel my hate! Kicked to the side, victim of your lies; My fists rain down in a storm of pain! Trial by fury, I’m judge and jury; Who are you to judge me anyway!? Come on… Kicked to the side, victim of your lies; My fists rain down in a storm of pain! Trial by fury, I’m judge and jury; Who are you to judge me anyway!? You’d better watch your back; You’d better watch your back; You’d better watch your back; Watch for my attack! You’d better watch your back; You’d better watch your back; You’d better watch your back; Watch for my attack! Retribution!
2.	System? 02:10	lyrics	buy track
Feces Pieces: System? (Lyrics: Chris D. / Music: Steve F.) System… System, what you speak of; System, what you fight. System, what your mind conceives; System, what’s not right. What is this system You’re trying to destroy; To which you’d give your life, And erase from sight? System… Control! An invention of the weak; For those who can’t speak Their own minds, Stop wasting time. You’ve got to make your own way, At all and any cost; If you accept this lie, Then you’ve already lost. System… Control! System, do you believe it? System, you’ve lost. System, do you accept it? System, you’ve been bought! System… What fucking system?!?
3.	Degenerate 02:42	lyrics	buy track
Feces Pieces: Degenerate. (Lyrics: Tom P. / Music: Steve F.) Consumed by the fires that burn in our minds; We’ve cut out our eyes, smashing the form of this world. Governed by idiots for money and power, We’re still plagued by their festering swill. Can’t eliminate our fucking senses, Leaving ourselves numb and dependent. An act of suicide, they’ve forced on us; Can’t give in to their greed and distrust. Head-fucks, all that surrounds us; Inhale their stench. Stretch out our arms, And embrace the Hell in our heads. Self-loathing was our mistake; Their fucked views must degenerate. Their corrupt views spawn our hate; They’re breaking our will until we suffocate. Our will to be free, they decimate; Confusing us, so we can’t concentrate. Anger binds, and takes hold; Fuck their rules for mass-control. Deny constrained ways of thinking; Disassociate ourselves from them. Degenerate… Corrupted, lives disrupted; To be a team player is to die. Not trusted, disgusted; Conformity is not my way of life. So fucking offensive; Living life to this extreme. Hardcore, not pure; To you, considered obscene. Never will we see eye to eye; You live to win, I live to survive. Am I so fucking offensive? Am I so fucking offensive?
4.	Rise To Fall 02:40	lyrics	buy track
Feces Pieces: Rise To Fall. (Lyrics: Tom P, Chris D. / Music: Paul C.) Subject to a corporate method; Overwhelmed by useless hype. Passed off as meaningful; Forced concepts in our minds. Given choices, not willing to take them; Can’t stand on given beliefs. Find strength; rise to fight; Wage a war against the tide! Open your eyes; Break the fucking mirrors; Break free from the lies. Defect to the Underground! (Break!) Together, in unity; Rise to fall below. Undermine the conspiracy; Defect to the Underground! (Free!) Realize… The compromise. Realize… Fuck compromise! And our principles, We will not fucking sacrifice! Sacrifice! Corporate politics bullshit; I won’t profane myself. Act of cleansing ignorance; Unafraid of rejection. We stand to break New ground for ourselves. Defect! Suffer the strain to stand aside… Rise to fall below. Rise… Break free! Free!
5.	Ebola 02:25	lyrics	buy track
Feces Pieces: Ebola. (Lyrics: Tom P. / Music: Paul C.) Submerged in darkness, Our faith is unclear; Irrational thoughts Leading to fear. Raped by disease, Cleansed of morals; Not martyrs of religion, But symbols of sorrow. Blood begins to congeal; Skin starts to peel; Kidneys begin to fail; Brain starts to sail. Ebola - An insane friend; Ebola - Nature's revenge. Lost in a trance, Repeating religious chants. Emotional overload; Watch yourself as you grow old. Denying your beliefs, Ironically your relief. Earth is fighting back; Last sight hazed in black.
6.	Last Rites 02:40	lyrics	buy track
Feces Pieces: Last Rites. (Lyrics: Chris D, Tom P, Steve F. / Music: Paul C.) This love will blind; These eyes will betray; This passion will destroy. I don't think I'd care to see tomorrow; Another empty day, filled with nothing but sorrow. I look back to everything I've ever done; And blow it all away with the force of a shotgun. There's no life to breathe in this empty air; I'll suck it all in, to make sure that I'm not here. There is nothing much for me here anyway; And it's better if I don't stay. Because I'll never be, What I want to be. I've failed constantly, And it sucks the life out of me. Hate, what I feel; It's what I've become. I'm giving in when I knew that I've lost, Because all of the others won. In and out of my life, Can't you see that something's not right? If you leave me today, I'll die tomorrow; And once again I'm left with sorrow. Can't find the strength to get by; I've failed at life and I should just die. I welcome death, but taught to fear it; You can't touch my soul, can't even come near it. I'm failing life and you can't help me... Can't help me... Help!!! I don't think I'd care to see tomorrow; Another empty day, filled with nothing but sorrow. I look back to everything I've ever done; And blow it all away with the force of a shotgun. There's no life to breathe in this empty air; I'll suck it all in, to make sure that I'm not here. There is nothing much for me here anyway; And it's better if I don't stay.
7.	Brutalized 02:21	lyrics	buy track
Feces Pieces: Brutalized. (Lyrics: Chris D. / Music: Steve F.) Confrontation, Face to face; My one chance To set you straight. Talking shit For too long; Urge inside, Getting strong. Do you wanna fight? Do you wanna fight? Do you wanna fight? I don’t think so! Peaceful means Exhausted; There’s no way To avoid this. Ignorance Plagues your mind; It’s these chains Which you bind. Do you wanna fight? Do you wanna fight? Do you wanna fight? I don’t think so! Brutalized! Brutalized! Brutalized! Had enough? I hope so. I don’t want To sink this low. A sacrifice, I had to make; It’s your being, I had to break. Do you wanna fight? Do you wanna fight? Do you wanna fight? I don’t think so! Do you wanna fight? Do you wanna fight? Do you wanna fight? I don’t think so!
8.	Prozac Bomb 03:33	lyrics	buy track
Feces Pieces: Prozac Bomb. (Lyrics: Chris D. / Music: Steve F.) Yeaaah! As the hands on the clock bend to my wishes; My eyes on the road, my dog with his bitches. Queen is out shopping, buying boxes and cans; King is out working with a gun in his hand, yeah. Power-packed laxative, Montezuma's Revenge; The last roll of paper has come to its end. Jumper over the border, shook hands with The Man; Hydraulics and steel cleansing the land, yeah. Dropping the Prozac Bomb! Smoked up with the Fetus, got drunk with the Heff; Pablo Diablo kicking ass on the bass. Razor-sharp creases, the steel is infernal; Anal-retention, the New Call to Order. Dropping the Prozac Bomb! Rubber to the asphalt, Angel of Produce; Messenger of Doubt, Driving to seduce. Hell yeaaah! Smacked all the Herbs, got down in the pit; Ask me to Tango, I'll tell you to sit. To hell with baseball, fuck apple pie; Made Uncle Sam break down and cry. To hell with baseball, fuck apple pie; Made Uncle Sam break down and cry! Dropping the Prozac Bomb!
9.	(I Will Survive) Just To Hate You 02:48	lyrics	buy track
Feces Pieces: (I Will Survive) Just To Hate You. (Lyrics & Music: Steve F.) Get out of my way, Get out of my way, Get out of my face; I don’t need you! Get out of my way, Get out of my way, Get out of my face; I don’t need you! Leave me alone; Leave me alone; Go the fuck home; I don’t want you! Leave me alone; Leave me alone; Go the fuck home; I don’t want you! I will survive; I will survive; I will survive, just to hate you! I will survive; I will survive; I will survive, just to hate you! Go… Home… You… Bitch! You’ve got nothing better to do, Than bust my balls and drain them, too. There’s nothing you do that takes the pain away; I’m gonna hate you more with every word you say! Well, you’ve got nothing much to say; Scream the same shit every day. You’ve just gotta do it in a different way; And I still won’t listen to a word you say! Go… Home… You… Bitch!
10.	Quan's Kitchen 03:53	lyrics	buy track
Feces Pieces: Quan’s Kitchen. (Lyrics: Tom P. / Music: Tom P, Steve F, Paul C.) Disorder, Chaos, Confusion, Rot; Deformity, Depravity, Evil, Sloth. Bleed, Purge, Suffer, Die; Cheat, Deceive, Hoax, Lie. Murder, Destroy, Slay, Flat-Line; Sinners, Preachers, Grace, Divine. Choke, Gag, Suffocate, Breathe; Rage, Lust, Hunger, Greed. Welcome to my kitchen, A recipe for the deranged; I’m the Main Corpse, ‘Cause I’m insane. I’m Quan! Disorder, Chaos, Confusion, Rot; Deformity, Depravity, Evil, Sloth. Bleed, Purge, Suffer, Die; Cheat, Deceive, Hoax, Lie. Murder, Destroy, Slay, Flat-Line; Sinners, Preachers, Grace, Divine. Choke, Gag, Suffocate, Breathe; Rage, Lust, Hunger, Greed. Welcome to my kitchen, A buffet for the deranged; I’m the Main Corpse, ‘Cause I’m insane. I’m Quan! Now I’ve entered your veins, Confused your tiny brain. Your thoughts have become mine; They will waste with time. You’ll suffer and be strong; Your time will come before long. I’ve placed my seed in you; You’re next on this menu!
11.	Deadbolt 00:17	lyrics	buy track
Feces Pieces: Deadbolt. (Lyrics: Chris D. / Music: Paul C, Jeff D, Steve F.) Deadbolt!!!

about

This is the band's second official studio album, self-released in March 2000.

credits

released March 18, 2000

Tracks 1-7 Were Recorded & Mixed Between April 1998 & May 1999 @ New Alliance Audio, Boston MA, By Andrew Schneider. Assembled, Edited, & Mastered By Ken Cmar; With Additional Mastering By Henk Kooistra & David Locke @ 9West Mastering.

Tracks 8-11 Were Recorded & Mixed Between December 1996 & January 1997 @ New Alliance Audio, Boston MA, By Andrew Schneider & Mudrock. Mastered By Mudrock.

Graphic Design By: Daniel Brockman.

Produced By: Andrew Schneider & Feces Pieces.