Sensory Link To Pain

by PRIMAL RITE

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released March 17, 2017

Released by: Revelation Records
Recorded by: Jake Dudley
Mastered by: Brad Audio Siege
Cover Art by: Adam Burke
© Revelation Records

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PRIMAL RITE San Francisco, California

Lucy - Vocal
Jake - Guitar
Jason - Guitar
Max - Bass
Jeremy - Drums

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Track Name: Sensory Link To Pain
Wire trips, frozen still
Confronted by memories against my will
Relapsed again, is it fault of my own?
Chaos pervaded what progress had sewn
Abuse disguised as discipline
You try to hide the truth
Doused in the fuel, words that you use
Reminded of fire by familiar fumes

I can't dictate the path it takes
The inevitable escape
Falling further into rage
Sensory link to pain

Wire trips, frozen still
Confronted by memories against my will
Relapsed again, is it fault of my own?
Chaos pervaded what progress had sewn
Flayed to the bone, cemented into
This prison, I feel like a victim again

Cursed word, like a bloodstain
Made to feel like I'm insane
A bomb explodes inside my brain
Sensory link to pain

Forced to relive it, again and again
My trauma knows no end
Track Name: Is It Me?
Faith in the book, trust in the badge
What is it that I don't see?
Wish I could believe, awake in a dream
Is the world fucking blind? Or is it me?

Lost in the family, in need of direction
Temptation to drown in their shallow affection
Am I hard to love? Why do you burn to the touch?
Are you not enough? Or is it me?

As does your god
Your country
Your lovers lost
I send you to war
Track Name: Primal Discipline
One can die, we survive
Fighting on we take no loss
Combined strength comes to a cross
Sacrificed to keep the rest alive

Heroes take the form of fragile men
Struggle to escape the web of lies that you were fed
Victimized by those who you admire
Driven by their failure, reborn in bitter fire

One can die, we survive
Missed, remembered, not at all
Our progress will not be paused
Endless labor, dead and gone
With no repair for the pain you caused