An Appeal to Heaven

by RAID!

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It's been a long time coming. Two tracks recorded in 2014 that found me back in a basement shouting until my lungs were shredded. Now it's 2015, I haven't seen these dudes in a year, and time is moving way too quickly and that line about 52 scares me a bit. Again. So thanks to Matt, Grant, Max, and the rest of Indiana for giving me something to think about so I can stay sane on the left coast.

-Jack

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released August 28, 2015

All music and lyrics written and performed by RAID!

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tags: punk Indiana

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RAID! Indiana

Midwest punk. Influenced by hardcore, reggae, and pizza. Fueled by hardcore, reggae, and pizza. Thoughts from minds to pens to pages to instruments to laptops to laptops to ears. We are RAID.

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Track Name: Jesus Was a Punk Rocker
Church is pissed off, ready to go
Packed their hatred for the funeral
Bigots, racists, inbred pigs
Righteous minds doth bias transcend

They're calling people Sodomites,
I'm screaming Pharisee
Jesus was a punk rocker, he took a stand
Crying “Anarchy!"

Conservatives start leading herds
Blindly lead by mistaken words
Pastors, bankers, all the same
Money given by god's fair game

They’re calling people Communists
I’m screaming Oligarchy
Jesus was a punk rocker, he took a stand
Crying “Anarchy!"

If you’re going to obsess over a book
You should probably take the time and give it a look
Your god hated wealth and authority
He wanted socialism, post-Roman anarchy

I’m calling out for less ignorance
I’m screaming literacy
The guy you worship was a punk, through, and through,
Just read.
Track Name: Human Curse
I really hate the nights I try to find meaning in life
My eyes are burning, attempts for reason bring me strife
When I think about where my life is headed
Suddenly I’m broke, I’m 52, sidewalk for my bedding

Context in theologies you’ve never heard of
Trade strangers for those who should earn your love
Compare your life with the weight of society’s worst
Subject yourself to the human curse

Panic attacks, remember things I thought were buried
Pressures rise, anger pounding, echoed voices carry
Can’t place the scene, eternally plaguing my mind
Can't deal with apprehension of this kind

Context in theologies you’ve never heard of
Trade strangers for those who should earn your love
Compare your life with the weight of society’s worst
Subject yourself to the human curse

I don’t know where I’m going
I’m pretty terrified
I don’t know why I’m angry
Terrified of what’s inside