Filthy Animals

by Takers Leavers

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released March 19, 2016

Personelle: David Baqi, Karem Idrees, Luis "Chocs" Campos
Group vocals: Jaxon Moore, Matthew Mallett, Sarahjane Fischel
Engineer: Jeff Sahyoun
Produced by David Baqi and Jeff Sahyoun
Mixed and mastered by Jeff Sahyoun at Transit Studio
Recorded at Suburban Soul Studios in Torrance, CA
Album art by Tim Markel

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Takers Leavers

Some kats, who met in a wormhole while traveling through space-time, decided it would be nice to take a break from the complexity of life and live in the simplicity of music.

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Track Name: Get Up & Exorcise
God damn you all,
I've got to find a new body to call home
Oh god damn you all,
This ones rusted out and I ain't got no grease

American sins that taste just like fine, bitter poison
Well at least we got a taste

Give up the ghost.
The voices in my head repeat the endless threat:
"When we catch you, we are never gonna stop haunting you"

I gave a good lie with Oscar conviction
Sat back and began to devolve
Unaware of the fact;
I'm aware that I'm getting off on

American sins that taste just like fine, bitter poison
Well at least we got a taste
Fuck where you've been
So sure that we are privileged,
Pervasive children?

Give up the ghost.
The voices in my head repeat the endless threat:
"When we catch you, we are never gonna stop haunting you"
Make it stop!
My ever-aging mind believes them all the time and it's haunting me.

Damn you all,
I've gotta find a new body to call home
God damn you all,
This ones rusted out and I ain't got no grease

Poison drips,
We've all denied to corrode the human mind.
Watch it break as it deteriorates:
The damage is done.
Track Name: The Art
Wake up! The madness!
They’re burning the banners that we erected for ourselves!
And if they think they’re getting far away from this hell we’ve built for them,
think again-
they can get fucked.

I hate to see all of you martyrs choke,
but I love to breathe all that riot smoke.
Tell me a story about how we came to glory in the dark.

In the spectral anecdote, (we blur the lines, have no use for black and white)
sleep with endless rest. (another way to release the inner plight)
Coalesce your minds, (we can see, we can feel without our eyes)
bruised and battered swine.

Stand with me!
Stampede it all!
You filthy fucking animals,
begging for your lives, quit wasting all of your time.
Burn them and bury them all,
give them a hell that will never let go
then find the exit.

In this art of raping the willing blind,
I found some peace of mind right behind the veil,
reminding me we were younger and eager to watch it all fall.

You were the better ones
Entitled to everything you’d ever need
while we were outdated,
entitled to nothing at all.

That’s fine, we’re free.
Track Name: Salvaged (But Still A Wreck)
Cold fills my lungs
Where words press out
You won't listen because
It took away my mouth
And now I'm sinking into the big blue
I think you're kinda pissed I found out that
You are a river
I am a dam and
I'd crack and break just to keep you away but

Climbing mountains underwater won't save us from drowning if
our blood is thicker than water but thinner than the never-ending ice that we tread

Now we're sleeping on the ground as it caves under waves because we couldn't back down
Below,
Begging to breathe
Choke on what you don't mean and how it's taking every single breath that you saved to not murder me

And now I'm sinking into the big blue
I think you're kinda pissed I found out that
You are the river
I am the damned
I'd crack and break
But refuse to keep

Climbing mountains underwater won't save us from drowning if our blood is thicker than water but thinner than the never-ending ice we tread

Thought that we'd be safe and sound
But we'll still drown
Never saved and just a little washed out
Worth less than gold
Silver and cold

Drown,
We'll still drown
Track Name: Horns 4 Halos
None of this went down by the book so get up and do the rest.
Find a solution.
Our corrosive condition is getting worse and we ain’t too proud.
So come on down.
Give us that miracle now.

Hive minded,
Nothing but greedy and murderous thieves, all of us.
I’m sick of it.
I’m thinking of burning this planet and starting anew. (Light it up, light it up)
Light us up another grit so we can burn down this bitch.

Misplaced inside a new milieu.
From broken homes to broken bones.
We covered up the tracks we left because culture ain’t as kind as you.

Hangman, your throat is worthy of the words we speak.
(From broken homes to broken bones, we covered up the tracks we left)
Hangman, your throat is worthy of the words we speak.
(The way you are, the way I am, we speak in tongues but always understand)


Now we're standing on our graves,
Wondering how we got this far by
The error of our ways
But your cataract eyes won't let you see you're begging to a God that you don't believe
It didn't take long for me to realize that none of this went down by the book

(So our horns will hold up our halos,
horns will hold up our..)

Halos made of rust and sand,
I found us a way back but we can't be moving this slow
Misplaced in a place I don't know
Lost my grip but I'll be fine


All of this went down by the book because we got up and did the rest.
Now our horns will hold up our halos.

No.
I'm not your god.
I ain’t his devil.
I’m not the fiends you think go “bump” in the night.
I’m not precious.
I’m not perfect.
I’m not sure I’m even supposed to be on this planet.
But I’ve been here for so long, and I’m sick of all these songs.
I’m sorry I let you down.
I’m not what you thought I'd become.