Turn Off, Tune Out, Drop In

by Krode

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1.	Unsuccessfully Coping 01:11	lyrics	buy track
What’s this world coming to? We had so many things to do. Cannot go out on the town. Isolation. Lockdown. Everything seems so absurd. Just two weeks to kill the curve. Is this even real? How am I supposed to deal? Weeks and months without end. Do I still have any friends? Everyday I watch the stats as my mind begins to crack. Pondering the viral load. Wait for the world to explode. This is very real. How am I supposed to deal? Now my days and nights are all the same. Isolation feedback loop is driving me insane. Everyday I watch the stats as my mind begins to crack. Pondering the viral load. Wait for the world to explode.
2.	Everything's Fucked 03:35	lyrics	buy track
Everyone I know is suffering. It’s so hard to handle everything that’s coming at us from day-to-day. We can’t make it stop. We can’t get away. Our mental health keeps getting worse. I just hope the damage can be reversed. I try to hang in there. My skin’s pretty thick but who’s gonna heal you when everyone’s sick? Everything is falling apart. I don’t even know where to start to pull myself together again. I can’t even help myself. How can I help any of my friends? Everything is falling apart. I don’t even know where to start. I’m just hanging on for the end. I don’t want to know how this ends. The pattern keeps repeating. Every day another beating. I can’t believe in luck when everything is fucked. Hope for the best, brace for the worst, shoot for the stars, and end up in a hearse. We weren’t designed to live this way. A full color life fades to shades of grey. It’s so hard to handle what’s going on when the things that you live for are all gone. We’re all suffocating. It’s pulling us down. Breathe in the world. Inhale and drown. Everything is falling apart. I don’t even know where to start to pull myself together again. How can I help myself when I can’t even help my friends? Everything is falling apart. I don’t even know where to start. I’m just holding on for the end. I don’t want to know how this ends. The pattern just keeps repeating. Every day another beating. I’ve given up on luck because everything is fucked. It’s a fact.
3.	Tyrantrum 03:30	lyrics	buy track
Born with a silver forked tongue in his mouth, the gold drips into his pockets as the lies fall out. The truth becomes what he wants you to see when wisdom and knowledge are replaced by belief. Words like dust, spewing rot, cold as ice, conjuring phantasms to blind your eyes. Evocation of deceit, casting lies. Diabolical tyranny now undisguised. Prospero presiding in his palace of plague. Delusional denial of the end of his age. Sycophantic worshipers hang at his last breath. The red mask removed, all are doomed to death. Words like dust, spewing rot, cold as ice, conjuring phantasms to blind your eyes. Evocation of deceit, casting lies. Diabolical tyranny undisguised. Fools emboldened by their own ignorance. The annihilation of your tender psyche is about to commence and you’ll be left without all defense and just the final realization that your time has come, and you must pay. Forced to your knees but not to pray. The sword will fall and it will rend. Your Tower of Babel crumbles. Your reign’s come to an end. We must not stand for this. Diabolical tyranny must be excised.
4.	I've Had It 03:06	lyrics	buy track
Sometimes it feels just like the world is crashing down on me. It gets to be too much. I feel like I can’t breathe. Coming at me from all sides I’m in a mental war. I’m gonna lose my mind. I can’t take it anymore. You see I’ve had it. That’s right I’ve had it. I’ve fucking had it. I’d like to set the record straight it’s you it isn’t me. Society has lost its mind, humanity is diseased. The way you treat each other cuts me to the quick. Selfish and oblivious people make me sick. Everybody wants to have but nobody wants to pay. It doesn’t matter what I try or do or what I say. Fine don’t do it my way, do it for yourself. I didn’t cause your problems. Fuck you go to hell because I’ve had it. That’s right I’ve had it. I’ve fucking had it. Problems of the world increasing every day. It doesn’t matter what I try they won’t just go away. One step forward, three steps back. Not slipping. I was pushed. The pressure keeps on growing. Feels like I’m being crushed. If you take a look around you’ll see just what I mean. It’ll drive you up the wall and make you want to scream. Backed into a corner, I’m gonna go insane. Lashing out like a rabid animal in pain. That’s why I’ve had it. That’s right I’ve had it. I’ve fucking had it. Damaged. Damage. How much can I take? I’m a walking stick of dynamite. Bend me ‘til I break. I’ve had it.
5.	Impotent Anger 03:43	lyrics	buy track
Welcome home to a world that’s so strange. You thought you knew but now everything’s changed. Crumbling away, the rules of old. You never had it but fear you’ve lost control. Impotent anger has to be told. You’re lashing out at anonymous strangers, ready to explode. You seek to divine the world that you knew. It never existed. The problem is you. Digging deeper, the more that you find the more deranged you’ve become. You’ve lost your mind. Impotent anger has to be told. You’re lashing out at anonymous strangers, ready to explode. You’re not a doctor or a scientist. You can’t even spell. You’ve made yourself into a weapon in a war against yourself. False secrets derived by a shadow cabal. A sinister design. Architect for a fall. Still further you pry beyond reason’s wall. You’re mesmerized by the siren’s call. You hold the keys and you can’t get out. You can’t get out.
6.	Turn Me Off 02:08	lyrics	buy track
Turn me off. I’m disconnected from too much connection and its driving me insane. I need to detach. I need to relax. Just unplug my brain. Attention span keeps getting shorter, my demeanor’s getting terse. I’m losing patience, I’m losing perspective, and my eyesight’s getting worse. Turn me off. Hypnotized by blue filtered light. Tell it to tell me what I wanna hear. Self-inflicted tunnel vision. Existential fear. An imperfect perfect system for everything that you don’t need. A gluttony of information on an endless rolling feed. Turn off. Tune out. Drop in. Turn off. Turn me off.
7.	Shadow of the Mole 02:44	lyrics	buy track
Your glorious ascent took you to great heights. You took, you climbed, you got away with it as divine right, but your power is fleeting. There grows a greater might arising from the underground, it’s hidden from the light. Death from below. In the end you know where you’ll go. Writhing like a worm in the shadow of the mole. Death from below. Set up high atop the world positioned on your throne. You cannot see, you cannot hear, deaf to the shrieks and moans, but what you’ve sown has fed and grown arising underground fed by the blood shed like a flood it’s here to drag you down. Death from below. This is the end and you’ve gotta go. Writhing like a worm in the shadow of the mole. Death from below. Arise. They arise.
8.	Wake Up 02:54	lyrics	buy track
While you were sleeping the patient took a turn. Terminal illness. The world’s gonna burn. Too little too late and too much too soon. The verdict is in and the King’s left the room. Wake up. It’s time to die. No time to argue. No time to try. Wake up. It’s time to die. Stayed out of the fight, now there’s nothing left. You threw it away but then called it a theft. Refuse to choose the less evil one. You’ve got the virtue. They’ve got the guns. Wake up. It’s time to die. Too late to argue. Too late to cry. Wake up. It’s time to die. Can you hear the jackboots? They’re coming for you.
9.	Lycanthropic Insomniac 03:55	lyrics	buy track
It’s 3am and I can’t sleep. The long, dark night alone. The long, dark not quite alone. It’s too damn hot and I can’t lie still. I’ve tried to breathe and I’ve tried the pills. Meditation is making it worse. I don’t know why, I must be cursed. This is not how I’m supposed to be. Might lose my mind and succumb to the beast. It’s 3am and I can’t sleep and this anxiety is killing me. It’s 3am and I can’t sleep. I keep falling more and more behind on sleep I need. I might just lose my mind. Is it delusion or is something there? It can’t be seen but I can feel its air. An unholy presence that stalks me in the night. When it strikes will I flee or will I fight? Rage and blood, I fight and tear, silence becomes a scream. Is this nightmare real or am I trapped within my dreams? I need and hate what I’ve become. The long dark night when I’m not quite alone. This anxiety is killing me. It’s 3am and I can’t sleep.
10.	Seven Stages of Grief 01:16		buy track
11.	Cro-Modern Man 05:39	lyrics	buy track
An anthropological study, the subject of the tests: a man-cave dwelling creature, sub-human at best. Cro-Modern man. He hates the government but worships the police state. A slave to technology that he cannot create. Demands the latest convenience but cannot accept change and when he doesn’t get his way becomes angry and deranged. Cro-Modern man. De-evolution to an angry, furrowed brow. You’re just a knuckle dragger dragging everyone down. Endangering the species with your stupid demands. You’re dumb as shit and so’s your fucking Klan. Plagiarism of ignorance. Parrot talking head. Collapsing double helix. Can’t you see you’re already dead? Cro-Modern man. Devolve into extinction.

credits

released February 23, 2024

Praveen Chhetri - Guitar
Matt Isham - Bass
Grant Penrod - Vocals
Jared Zimmerman - Drums

Engineered, recorded, and mixed by Scary Adams at Hidden Audio, Savannah, GA. Backing vocals recorded by Praveen, Matt, Grant, Jared, and Scary. Mastered by Brad Boatright at Audiosiege, Portland, OR. Cover art and graphic design by Jeff Crag at the Mark-It, Harrisonburg, VA. Vinyl pressed by Alan Fary at Blue Sprocket, Harrisonburg, VA.