Bloodshot Chapter 1

by BULLET TREATMENT

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The first release of all new material since 2013. Chapter 2 will also be released in 2016. HARDCORE PUNK ROCK!

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released March 8, 2016

Recorded at Basement Studios
Produced and Engieered by Chuck Dietrich
Mixed and Mastered at Buzzbomb Studios by Paul Miner

c) Basement Records
p) Make Them Stop Music, BMI

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Track Name: Damaged
Well I’m sick down to my stomach from unfortunate circumstances. Give me a minute to pick up the pieces. A shot in the dark. Left damaged. Damaged. Damaged. I am damaged. Stupid kid couldn’t see it coming. To make a mends; desperate and worthless. Impossible to argue with crazy. Here’s to you. All the best. This should come as no surprise now. The red flags were flown at half mast. Staying the course on the high road. Our friendship is dead buried under this mess. Damaged. Damaged. I am damaged.
Track Name: Let It Bleed
I’m at the end of my rope and you don’t understand. Talking in circles a story that’s hard to defend. How can you blame me? Is this what you want? Just let it bleed. That feeling’s everything. Go. It all came apart it just slipped right through my hands. Quiet and wretched. A means to a bitter fucking end. And I can see you out of the corner of my eye. Yea I can see you looking taken by surprise. Is this what you want? Just let it bleed. Give into everything. Go.
Track Name: Our Lady Of Perpetual Exemption
I don’t need your interpretation. Breathe hell from my own visions. Spreading wide like a fucking disease. Down on your knees. Message marked urgent. Urgently ignored. I don’t feel incomplete. I don’t feel anything. It’s not a misunderstanding what I choose to believe. You sink your teeth in nice and slowly just not in me. You’re selling a false impression. Clever disguise for a fucking snake. It’s not alright. No it’s not alright. Message marked urgent. Urgently ignored. I don’t feel incomplete. I don’t feel anything. I don’t feel anything. It’s not a misunderstanding. I don’t feel anything.
Track Name: Volatile Animal
I’m a volatile animal. The prime suspect. A bitter rage of haunting thoughts and I become an unapologetic mess. Oh God. The only one to blame for everything. These eyes are wide open to the monster I have finally become. Go. Volatile animal. A volatile animal. A volatile animal. We’re just animals.
Track Name: Mr. Mouth Breather
Hey kid living for the weekend. Eyes bloodshot red. Stranded dead in the water no signs up ahead. Physically dependent. Dependent on codependency. I’m high on wishful thinking. Gutted from self defeat. Wake up! Wake up! Wake up! You gotta give it up. It’s never enough. No. You had a plan so perfect. It fell apart so perfectly. There’s a happiness in failure called apathy. Slow down just breathe. Draw the line. Hey, mouth breather. I think I feel just fine. Hey, mouth breather. The push and pull is alright. You’re just a mouth breather killing time. Wake up! Wake up! Wake up! You gotta give it up. It’s never enough. No.
Track Name: Nowhere To Go And All Day To Get There
Lost cause. No fuel for the fire. It’s the death of innocence. Living a nightmare until you come to your senses. Last time was supposed to be the last time. Surrender to me. Last time I give everything. I become nothing. Toss and turn your back broken. The fever. The itch. The white light’s coming. The same reoccurring nightmare. Fake a smile everything’s alright. I won’t start over again. I won’t fucking start over again. Last time was supposed to be the last time. Your white flag is waving. The worst in you got the best of me and that’s all I can take. We’ve all been run ragged from predictable violence. A story so old and tragic I can’t begin to. Begin to understand. That its curtains for us better run for cover and purge the sickness. Yea yea. Tread lightly purge the sickness. Yea yea.