Edge of Infinity

Suburban Casualties

Tracklist:

• You Taught The Dog To Bite

• Suburban Casualties

• Letter Home

• Pocket Change

• 13, 32, 26 (Under The Gun)

• Lost Causes

• Bridgelight

• Has The Fire Reached Fresno Yet?

• Thicker Than Water

• Generation Scarred

• Beaten In Lips [Beartooth cover]

• Rise, Rebel, Resist [Otep cover]

Partial Lyrics:

“5, 4, 3, 2, 1...
BITE THE FUCKING HAND THAT BEAT YOU!

Forgive! Forget! Move on, get over it!
FUCK THAT!
Choke! On! Your! Guilt!

I can still feel your fucking hands on me!
Your words are shackles on my wrists and I can’t break free!
I was fucking drowning, I was begging for your help!
Thought you were throwing me a lifeline but it was just a rope to hang myself!

Can you feel... the blood on your... hands?
(COUNT THE SHARKS IN THE WATER)
Can you taste... the decay in the... air?
(COUNT THE VULTURES OVERHEAD)

Choke! On! Your! Guilt!

I’ll strike every match and burn to ash every bridge you try to fucking build!
You can’t clean off your dirty hands in the river of blood you spilled!
So don’t waste your liar’s breath on false apologies;
I won’t clear the conscience of those who ruined me!
CHOKE!”
- “You Taught The Dog To Bite”, Suburban Casualties (2016)
→written by: Kato & Anarchy

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“Angry! Indifferent! 
Apathetic! Then livid!

I surely am my father’s son;
I take my anger out on EVERYONE
And I still bleed my mother’s blood;
Too self-absorbed to ever LOVE!
I am the sum of my parents parts
and what they gave me was an EMPTY HEART

Absent minded, eyes were blinded
I swear I was invisible to YOU
A son neglected, love rejected
How could this rage be unexpected?!

Ya know, I think I’ll write a letter home
(YOU’RE TO BLAME)
And spill everything I’ve ever known
(BEAR THIS SHAME)
And all my friends can sign it too
(YOU DON’T KNOW MY NAME)
‘Cause we’re the collateral damage of the baby boom:

(Athena, mic!)

(1, 2, 3, 4)
Well, I was unimpressive from the start
Never quite managed to play my part:
As that perfect daughter, silent and smart
They wanted a sheep but raised a lionheart!
I won’t be another rotten branch on this family tree;
With my brother’s hand in mine, we’re both breaking free!

Yeah, being up on stage can’t make our parents proud
I never could, and I don’t know how
But hey mom, hey dad, can you see us now?
We don’t need you to live our lives out loud.”
- “Letter Home”, Suburban Casualties (2016)
→written by: ∞

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“I hope the men in congress choke on my brother’s BLOOD
They sent him to die for OIL but I know he died for LOVE!
WAR PROFITEERING
FAITH DISAPPEARING
BEEN SCREAMING FOR YEARS, IS ANYONE HEARING?!

All I am to you is pocket change
Got dirt on my hands, you’ve got your stock exchange
She got daddy’s money, I got my father’s belt
You were selling shares, I sold myself

You can act like scraps of paper are all that I am worth
your disdain rings fucking familiar; I’ve been at the bottom since my BIRTH
Seen human lives reduced to PROFIT, people treated as products to be sold
BODIES AS COMMODITIES; but pain’s not worth its weight in gold!

I’m so sick of these pocket-lining politicians,
Doctors with greasy palms writing more prescriptions,
Executives watching good men work hard, die poor
Congressmen whose greedy hands’re always wanting more
(BUT ALWAYS WILLING TO FUND ANOTHER FUCKING WAR)

THEY SAY--
‘Don’t give them hand-outs,
they’ll just buy dope’
Well, maybe we wouldn’t
BUT YOU COMMODIFIED HOPE!”
- “Pocket Change”, Suburban Casualties (2016)
→ Written by Anarchy [+assistance]

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“[muffled/warped clips of news reports on mass shootings]

(Statistic, statistic)
Hope for change might be unrealistic
(Resist it, resist it)
Lesson learned, stay pessimistic:

NOTHING EVER CHANGES
CLASSROOM SHOOTING RANGES
DEAD KIDS FILL FRONT PAGES
SCHOOL SUPPLIES: 12-GAUGES

UNDER THE GUN, UNDER THE GUN
‘A little lead for everyone!’”
THIRTEEN
Columbine; angry outcasts, ‘99
THIRTY-TWO
Watch them die, Virginia Tech; all blind eyes
TWENTY-SIX
Stolen lives; Sandy Hook, call it fine
BLOODSTAINED BACKPACKS, CHILDREN’S GRAVES
SEVENTEEN YEARS AND NOTHING’S CHANGED”
- “13, 32, 26 (Under The Gun)”, Suburban Casualties (2016)
→ Written by Kato

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“I know my dad’s sleepin’ drunk in that house all alone;
heard momma found some sense and caught a plane back home
I know California’s burning and so I’m gonna ask again;
has the fire reached Fresno yet?

I think I’d sleep better knowing my daddy burned to death,
so has the fire reached Fresno yet?
Kinda hoping karma’s also sick of his whiskey breath;
so has the fire reached Fresno yet?
Has the fire reached FRESNO YET?”
- “Has The Fire Reached Fresno Yet?”, Suburban Casualties (2016)
→ Written by Anarchy