about
This song had a very long gestation period. For a while, we weren't sure that it would ever see the light of day. It first appeared as a live video on our Facebook page, which still remains in our video section as a demo. After a lot of procrastinating, we sent some stems to Russ, who in turn sent those pieces to D. D. Danahy. And that's when everything turned around. D. D. Danahy added synth and bass. But most importantly, he breathed new life into the song, made it a cohesive thing, and gave it a brand new heading that inspired us all, and helped us see it through to its fruition. Reinvigorated by D3's contributions, we decided to add lyrics and vocals. Russ approached bitzone on our behalf to add drums, which was an altogether excellent choice. Russ then worked tirelessly and meticulously to mix and blend every piece together into the final product. And now, finally, we're here. With our deepest thanks and gratitude to everyone involved.
Also featured on Russell Sinfield's Soundcloud:
soundcloud.com/russell-sinfield/2020-by-honor-in-treason-feat-d-d-danahy-bitzone
lyrics
When I
Was young
I thought
My
Love
Could overcome
Your pain,
And maybe I could change your mind.
Not this time.
So I
Defined my worth
By how
Hard
You shoved me to the dirt,
And I
Still carry that in mind,
So I'll know better next time.
All I really wanted was your protection.
The way you beat me down was ironic perfection.
Taught me to be afraid.
Lived in fear every day.
Bet you want me to hide away,
Well I won't, I won't.
Hey man, look what you made.
Too bad you didn't get your way.
Then I wouldn't be here today
Calling, calling you out.
I've spent
My whole life
Chasing
Love
With lies,
Desperate
To fill the void you left behind.
Still I try.
Now I
Realize
That we're
The
Same, you and I.
We're both
Terrified of what's inside.
It's getting harder to hide.
We're all capable of the gravest oppression,
And 'til we can admit it, there'll be no progression.
So I self-medicate,
Isolate more every day.
Empathy gets chipped away,
'Cause I can't take it.
Hey man, look what we made,
Altars to greed and hate.
Programmed to regurgitate
And over-stimulate.
Mother we set ablaze,
Father has turned his gaze.
Now we're all fuckin' corporate slaves,
So mindless, we're digging our own graves.
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