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Life Crisis

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'Life Crisis' - An aural holocaust of unknown pleasures that creates a tangible void of souls.

If ‘Modern Hex’ (2009) was We Live In Trenches’ exercise in a forceful excavation of ruthlessness then ‘Life Crisis’ is their manifestation of being trapped in a box, knowing all exits are closed, barred and tightly shut. Darkness is all encompassing and embracing everyone. There is nothing remotely beautiful about Life Crisis. That, my friend, was never the aim. Life Crisis a pummeling machine grinding its gears until they collapse from exhaustion. It’s a structured mess – precise and breathtaking, calculated and physically hurting.

The throat-slit vocals broadcast grieving despair and wages war against selected recipients with a backbone built on crumbs of hope. But don’t mistake the words for pessimism. It’s simply realism in the crosshair of a man with issues. The musical backdrop is a narrowing corridor, stained with blood and piss; guitars echoes the piercing sounds of Dead & Gone’s Rocky Crane while intertwining the assault of an Arab on Radar-esque nihilism. The rhythm section constructs a sound that could make up walls in a panic room. It obliterates the vacuum in our sleepy brains. The sum of We Live In Trenches’ parts is vastly greater than the singularity of their individuality.

With ‘Life Crisis’ We Live In Trenches has created a soundtrack for people in dire need of an eye-opener. You’re welcome.

credits

released 14 February 2014

Produced by Pontus Andersson and We Live In Trenches. Recorded and mixed by Pontus Andersson at IF Studios, Gothenburg, in July 2012. Additional sounds captured by Robert Samsonowitz in the trench. Mastered by Dragan Tanaskovic at Studio Bohus Mastering.

All songs written and performed by David Augustsson, Johan Meiton, Robert Samsonowitz and Ulf Stöckel except ‘Stress’ written by David Augustsson, Anna Lingmark-Knutsson, Johan Meiton, Robert Samsonowitz and Ulf Stöckel.

Additional guitars on ‘Double Negative’ played by Pontus Andersson.
Art direction, design & photography by Robert Samsonowitz / RBRT CREATIVE.

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Track Name: Stress
The perfect ones
Who never break down crying
They work hard and reap…the benefits

I am done
Cut me off
Violate
I am fucked
Stressed I leave the path
Embrace downfall

The well adjusted ones
always satisfied
I am the slayer

I am done
Cut me off
Violate
I am fucked
Stressed I leave the path
Embrace downfall

The ones posing as them - more fucked up than you
Track Name: The Spectacle Is Everywhere
It’s like a virus, possessing minds
Mass produced narcissists, competition is on
Parties for backstabbers, everywhere you head
Nothing is for real, a pseudo world apart

The bourgeoisie, you’re in my face
The bourgeoisie, get out of my head

Heart of unrealism, of the real society
Daily propaganda, entertainment consumes
The way I see it, it’s all upside down
The true is a moment of the false.
Alienation, passive drain of thoughts

The bourgeoisie, you’re in my face
The bourgeoisie, get out of my head
The bourgeoisie

Divided by choice, swallow the seeds, a Trojan horse
The chosen vessel, conglomeration, the fourth estate
An eye for an eye for an eye for an eye makes the whole world blind
Rage, rage, rage against the dying of the light

The Spectacle is everywhere!
Track Name: Drunk On Nails
Reconsider torture, prevent soil turning red
Obvious lies sound truthful, and murder respectable
So eager to conquer, eager to expand
Acting through proxy, outsourcing dirty deeds

12 000 dead
Rape, theft, leaving us breathless
Leech, feeds, parasite

160 000 forcibly displaced
Arrogance personified, hangman of block 5A
Raised to feed on the weak, cover up mistakes
I can’t believe you’re still free, I can’t believe

12 000 dead
Rape, theft, leaving us breathless
Leech, feeds, parasite
You bastard

Now look what you have done...

12 000 dead
Rape, theft, leaving us breathless
Leech, feeds, parasite

Break the silence!
Track Name: Trauma
Smoke and mirrors, the usual make believe trap
Fooled and in denial, alienation at its best
Dizzy, confused, don’t be foolish and fall asleep
For better or worse, we’re shackled in our past

Socioeconomic hostage
Assigned to fail
We’re trapped in debt forever
Living hijacked lives
Socioeconomic hostage
There is no way out
We’re trapped in debt forever
Unleash the rage!
Unleash the rage!

Caressed and dismantled, between desire and the twitch
Mayhem and chaos, unavoidable collapse
Hollow men, get prepared for it will be set
Will be written in blood, this is the way the world ends

Socioeconomic hostage
Assigned to fail
We’re trapped in debt forever
Living hijacked lives
Socioeconomic hostage
There is no way out
We’re trapped in debt forever
Unleash the rage!
Unleash the rage!

Human wasteland
Human, this is your wasteland
It’s no life
Track Name: Deceiver
I am not your chosen one
I am not your son
I am not your chosen one
I am not your son
No!

Smash the idea of leadership
Flush the icons down the drain
Prodigal sons and super class
Masters who lead the blind

Clones, in a plastic sense
Goon following goon
Bones, got some bones to pick
We’ll arrive in the dark

Slaves
It’s so sick, sick, sick!
Sidewalks as catwalks
Machines

Bow!
It’s so sick, sick, sick!
Sidewalks as catwalks
Machines

We?
There is no such thing!
Track Name: Double Negative
Consent grants my position
Kim Il Sung would have blushed
Put up with my oddity
I act by the grace of God

Sing and dance, yeah!
Feed me, give me head

Sovereign immunity
Do what I damn well please
Affirmative actions for blue bloods
My inheritance beats your grades

Sing and dance, yeah!
Feed me, give me head

It’s a mockery!

It disgusts me to see people crawling
Crawling for my attention
Equals in the eyes of the law
The gap is de facto outrageous

Sing and dance, yeah!
Feed me, give me head

It’s a mockery!

Thank you for my position, thank you all

Swing!
Let them swing!
A mockery, the monarchy!
Track Name: Hour Of The Wolf
Recollections, the cold hand of death
Stainless eye, brings it all back again
Darkly I gaze into the days ahead
Hear that sound, the hammering of fear

This is their vision
This is their lie
Segregation of ourselves

It drained our souls, like a knife in the chest
Mounted cops, swinging their black jacks
Laid out hope as a decoy, directions pointing west
The spirit’s gone, drenched in a barren sea

This is their vision
This is their lie
Segregation of ourselves

Divided and conquered, appendage of flesh
On the vast machine, our society
A forgone tomorrow, crawling upon us
Heart shaped lies, calmly caresses
Resistance is futile, trapped in the claws
The truth runs parallel, with a world of lies
I cannot lie down, I cannot just give in,
I’ll keep on dreaming, I’ll die trying
I aim for the throat, my only hope

Recollections, the cold hand of death
Stainless eye, brings it all back again
Laid out hope as a decoy, directions pointing west
The spirit’s gone, drenched in a barren sea

Divided and conquered, appendage of flesh
On the vast machine, I aim for the throat
Track Name: Life Is Elsewhere
Day after day, heading deeper down
Deregulation, no safety net to catch us when we fall

Unable to sleep, it’s hard to breathe
Anonymous ghost, anonymous sheep, a cog in the machine

Reclaim your life and live without dead time
Track Name: End Times
Red, that’s all I see
Cheap labour, slavery
Alang, Chittagong
Just face it, you can’t condone
Drowning refugees, transactions floating free

Burn!
You are the war

Red, that’s all I see
Exploitations, obscurity
Corruption before our eyes
You get away with murder
You get away with murder
You get away with murder

Burn!
You are the war

Rape, theft, genocides
Calmly pumping through our veins
Rape, theft, genocides
No one sleeps
No one sleeps tonight

Red, that’s all I see
A god damn tragedy
In the wake of Apartheid, still a second citizen
I cried my heart out, by the sheds of Tutaleni

Burn!
You are the war