Fear Agent EP

by Fear Agent

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released December 17, 2016

Fear Agent is Adam Parsons, Rene LeClair, Normand Pothier, and Julian Merlin
All tracks written by Fear Agent
Recorded and mastered by Ross Cole at Slanted Glass Studios
Artwork by J. Merlin
Made in Canada 2016

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Fear Agent Moncton, New Brunswick

Julian Merlin- Vocals
Adam Parsons - Guitar
Norm Pothier - Drums
Rene LeClair - Bass

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Track Name: National Grave
Cast aside the wool of sheep
Break through the membrane of ignorance shell, spill virginal blood as innocence quells
Cast aside blind eyes of the meek
Pain is the price for the privilege of living, so step in the boneyard and let us start digging

Lining eye sockets with dust
Smother our own self-trust
Trust in the failures of all our repeated mistakes
Trust the hand that feeds is always one that takes
Our apathy will rot the core, as black veins pulse from shore to shore
And we'll bury ourselves under a national grave

Cast away dead weight zeitgeist
Spit back what they taught you and step out of place, shed light on conditioned injustice's trace
Rise, now rise, to the sacrifice
Pain is the price for the privilege of living, so step in the boneyard and let us start digging

Lining eye sockets with dust
Smother our own self-trust
Trust in the failures of all our repeated mistakes
Trust the hand that feeds is always one that takes
Our apathy will rot the core, as black veins pulse from shore to shore
And we'll bury ourselves under a national grave

Lining eye sockets with dust
Wake from our slumber a must
Or we'll bury ourselves, under a national grave
Track Name: Deserving
Falling asleep at the wheel of my mission
Reap what was sown for a new waking vision
Your lips on the lids of my eyes cast their weight
Obscuring all pain, cauterizing our fate

And I'm scared that I don't deserve this
And I'm scared that I don't deserve this

I swallow your words, nectar off the tongue
Skin of polished bone, hair from gold was spun
To not worship your beauty, a fatal mistake
For I am not worthy, but now it's too late

And I'm scared that I don't deserve this
And I'm scared...

Caged in my heart is the lion, pacing, erasing, not knowing what more
With your fingers keyed in my every nerve and sin,
Blowing open my chest to gut the rotten core
Caged in my heart is the lion, breaching the bars at true temptations tease
With your blood on my fangs, I cleanse my claws in flames,
Violently twitching in the thrall of your feast

‘Cause I don’t deserve this
Track Name: Rust
Unhear the voice that informs your decision, paving your own road on knees which have bled
Turn your blind eyes, wrought your disguise, and trail your deceit all across seas of red

Political banter, as thick as black cancer – disgrace your only home
Forget your crusade, the maker's been made
And your promises are all turning to rust

Mechanize synapse of public delusion, stamped out to the tune of today's GDP
Iron fist rule, a myopic vision, your tight scarlet noose won't stop strangling me

Political banter, as thick as black cancer – disgrace your only home
Swallowing sand, with hourglass in hand
Your time to make right is all turning to rust

Disgrace your only home
Divide the lands of old
Your people bought and sold

Unhear the voice that informs your decision, paving your own road on knees which have bled
Turn your blind eyes, wrought your disguise, and trail your deceit all across seas of red

Political banter, as thick as black cancer – disgrace your only home
With a bullet in your head, we'd leave you for dead
And your name shall always be tarnished with rust
Track Name: Menial Life
Push back the nails that are hammered with time
Break down conventions of menial life, that we all sub-survive

Genesis of loathsome new flesh
Decomposing will, corporate caste at its best
Harbinger of graves, but I'm not going down with you

Pushing back rhetoric, learn from the heretic’s word
Pinch off the head from the lies we've been fed and let the body die
Return to earth every grain of grit and dirt and abandon this menial life

Orchestrated Apocalypse
Sifting out truths like soft gold on your lips
Soothesaying the end, but I'm not going down with you

Living as dead, sound asleep in a casket
'Cause they cut down our dreams, every beautiful facet
So, look to the future with well-minded vision
Peer out through the cracked walls of media’s prison
And push back the nails that are hammered with time
Break down conventions of menial life, and live your lives

Quaking, Pandora's Box of lies
Bleeding all virtue with eyes mesmerized
Fractalized ignorance, but I'm not going down with you

Pushing back rhetoric, learn from the heretic’s word
Pinch off the head from the lies we've been fed and let the body die
Return to earth every grain of grit and dirt and abandon this menial life

Just how long will you suffer for your masters?
Buried live / Close your eyes / Say goodbye