Blow Off The Omens, by Child Bite (2024)

1.

Is this real life?The greenest fields rot to the touch Still you wear a smile through it allOh yes, you can have it allJust keep telling yourself that you already doAnd if you don’t have a dreamThere are plenty out there for you to borrowThe unreal is idealThe unreal is yours to fabricateEven you cannot stomach youNot oneNot one of themNot one of them is happy Oh no, not oneNot one of themNot one of them is happy Mock EcstasyAnd when reality comes backBury it deep down where no one will find itEverything will be perfectEverything will turn out exactly how you plannedEven you cannot stomach youWatch them compareWatch them compare (compare)Not one of them is happy

2.

Alive and averageYearning beyond your needsBinging... cramming... soaking... Drooling for moreUnsatisfiedGrinding these hours awayTo pay for the few that remainBinging... cramming... soaking... Making the most of the little time that we have leftAt least we all die fully amusedUntil our bones are disposedUnder chiseled stoneA sponge gone dry...That’s entertainmentWork that takes years to produceIn a flash, all is consumedBinging... cramming... soaking...Take it all in, leave nothing to rot on the shelfSinnerBenevolent mass sedativeGuilty sinnerLazy sinnerBenevolent mass sedativeCome inside, nobody will noticeIt’s time for your daily hypnosisTempted by distraction overflowingSuffer now; option paralysisWaste it on me, patron of dustFragmented focus and no promisesNo wonder our brains turn to sludgeRotten sinnerBenevolent mass sedativeGuilty sinnerLazy sinnerBenevolent mass sedativeCome inside, nobody will noticeIt’s time for your daily hypnosisTempted by distraction overflowingSuffer now; option paralysisWaste it on me, patron of dustFragmented focus and no promisesNo wonder our brains drip out of our well-serviced holesObserve... the stimulus gorgeAccept... the stimulus gorgeObey... the stimulus gorge leaves nothing to rot

3.

Worn downSmooth to the touchI stare off, misanthropicLike a hammer on the nerveYou were rightWrecked from the startThere’s no reason to feel this way Keep slaving as it rips you apartNothing works hereI’ve been here for yearsI stare back clear through the eyes of oldI stare back clear through the eyes of oldI stare back clear through the eyes of oldIn this vexed lifeI won’t hold my breath until the next misstepQuick to forget that i’m the lucky oneI can’t see how to do it rightI can’t see how to do it right I can’t seeAll I see, I see it wrongAll I see is wrongWrongIn this vexed life

4.

Do you see me?Do you see me see you?I’ve got that new conditionSocial leprosyOut of step, I look at them and then they look away... (Away, away)So this is how it feelsTo be a leftover part of the past An obsolete curiosityA shifting of the normIt’s not repulsion, just apathyI’ve got that new stigmataMark of the damnedOut of time, I look at them and then they look away... (Away, away)It’s just another global infection Modern eyeball tick Flesh & blood gag reflexI’ve got that olde time stenchAvoid at all costOut of place, I look at them and then they look away... (Away, away)They all look away (x4)

5.

I don’t know how I ended up out hereCrash course in survival & humiliationI used to be one of themNow I’m the next in line to be forgottenBecoming hard & coldTurned out, despised & ignoredI’m like youBreathing the same airBreathing the same air as youBecome an animalHow much must I endureThese problems that can’t be ignoredI’m like youWalking the same streetsWalking the same streets as youBecome an animalBecome something less than beforeBecome an animalVagabond purgatoryVagabond purgatoryOpen your eyes in vainYour derelict status remainsI used to be important to somebody a long time agoYes, I’m still hereI’ve mastered survival & humiliation I was once one of themA lifetime ago, now long forgotten Remaining hard & coldTurned out, despised & ignoredI’m like you I’m like you Mount my head on a wallMount my head on a wallMount my head on a wallSo I can find peace in a warm home again

6.

In the middle of nowhereFeeling alrightDo it over & overUntil your life is overDon’t think; just to pass the time Don’t think; just do it againDon’t think; just doDon’t think; just do it, do it, do it, do it... Flea market lovers on a Saturday nightco*cked & loaded with an urge to fertilize There’s nothing else to doNothing else to doNothing else to doIt’s your god-given right in this godforsaken wastelandWe all came to watch the wrong ones breedJunkyard crawlers gonna send you both to hell Realize the worst mistake you’ve ever madeTell me what else can you do?What else can you do?What else can you do?It’s your god-given right in this godforsaken wastelandAfterbirth trash draws a cloud of fliesStick around if you have the timeRise & ride againYour purpose is to rise & ride againYour purpose callingBeyond our finest hourSurvival of the unfit Beyond our finest hourSurvival of the bored and recklessRise & ride againYour purpose is to rise & ride againYour purpose is a simple actTheir numbers stackWatch as we spawn our own extinctionWe all came to watch the wrong ones breed

7.

I take no pride in a persistence awardI take no prideI take no prideA flawed logicA fool’s pledgeYou found your love and then you begged it to killThere will be no ceremonyNo lesson learnedUntil they take you awayYou found your dream and it is yours and yours aloneThere will be no second chancesNo improvementUntil they take you awayYou build your own monumentAnd you make it over and over and overThe lord of the repeated mistakeNothing’s sacredEgo enduresSelf-serving effigy, waste of a life but still ego enduresNothing’s sacredEgo enduresSelf-serving effigy, waste of a life but still ego enduresYou build your own monumentYou make it over and over and overThe lord of the repeated mistake takes his pride in a persistence awardI take no pride in a persistence awardI take no prideYet still I persist

8.

Nothing left to sayOthers speculateFailure to communicateOpinionated words decayWho are the ones that survive?Whoever hides the longestNowhere left to goWarmed by toxic glowSuffer vast fevered displayUnrelenting vanityIt just gets worseI’ll crawl in a ball as they claim to know allStare at the wallScream at the wallVomiting thoughtsEmpty your lungsDisposable hysteria

9.

Let’s blow off the omens Let’s burn out as one Let’s blow off the omens ’Til we all fall apartRide it out, ride it out...Eyes on the line, ignore the signsEyes on the line, ignore the signsEyes on the line, ignore the signsForgetting the result of accelerationRepeat the wrong imbecile songExcuses won’t slow the looming terminationWe’ve gone too far Pure ruin not far Eyes on the lineIgnore the signsIgnore the signsYou can’t say that we weren't warnedTo maintain instead of repairLimitation test failedThis corpse doesn’t look so good after all We are members of the slow suicide pact We are the ones that accept early deathWe are the ones that accept early death

released November 22, 2019

Shawn Knight - Vocals
Sean Clancy - Bass
Jeremy Waun - Guitar
Shane Hochstettler - Drums

Dan Mongrain - Guitar Solo (#9)
Bruce Lamont - Saxophone (#6 & #8)
Backing Vox: Clancy, Waun & Lamont

Recorded by Steve Albini at Electrical Audio, Chicago, IL (April 2019)
Mixed by Collin Dupuis (May-July 2019)
Mastered by Carl Saff (August 2019)

Pre-Production Demos engineered by Shane Hochstetler at Howl Street Recordings, Milwaukee, WI (March-April 2019)

Artwork by Shawn Knight
Ink & Emulsion Painting by Trevor Naud

Special thanks to our writing session drummers (Winter 2018/2019):
Ryan Clancy, Dave Melkonian, Ben Moore, Brandon Moss & John Roman

Music written by Clancy/Knight/Waun
Lyrics written by Knight

© 2019, Housecore Records