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Gentrification IV: Suspended from Gallery Rails

by Street Sects

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Not Pro Chris Every time I play this fire trucks roll up to my house! Favorite track: Tomorrow is a Trap.
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通り魔 I hate this "serial album" shit because it means I'm going to pay 15 USD for 10 tracks that are inconsistent in production but "Tomorrow Is a Trap" is really fucking good Favorite track: Tomorrow is a Trap.
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Steven Gullotta Street Sects just doesn't create music; they create memories and moments. The depression and real-life motivations and destructive revelations of their stories are universal. It's beautiful yet terrible. Favorite track: If Life is a Gift, It's in Very Poor Taste.
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thekillertk Vinyl showed up a few weeks early and it's clear that Street Sects can do no wrong. Well, at least not in this arena.
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robo_jojo "Tomorrow is a Trap" was the first song i heard by Street Sects. really changed my perspective on the role of money and privilege in our society. it also slaps of course. Favorite track: Tomorrow is a Trap.
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I gave all I had to a fantasy Now my only desire is to quiet my mind My future will never appeal to anyone When I'm alone in my chair I swear Never again Will I trust anyone Fear is defined when your back's against the wall Nobody wants to admit they're wrong We all want to win Without confidence Without trust Love is counterfeit Fear decides who's wrong or right Where do you think your lover goes When you're gone Where do you think those lips end up? It's you against your heart Don't you ever stop to wonder why you always windup alone Because your value is low Don't you question why you sexualize death She reminds you of home While life keeps breaking your heart Came on the back of the magazine My only desire is to have no desire All I want is to stop breathing I'm down on my knees I suck it down...suck it down Without conflict Without pain Love is saccharine Fear provides an active interest Compared to what you're going through It's a thrill Scared of where you might end up A weight against your heart It doesn't seem like anything will ever change for me At least not in a way that I can feel Something went wrong I never wanted to feel This paranoid or this paralyzed Everyone I love...lies Don't you ever stop to wonder why you always windup alone It's because you don't value yourself Don't you question why you sexualize death She seduces you slowly While living tears you apart
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Well I carry my life in a flask and I'm not ashamed to admit I've got no use for a glass I've never lived inside an actual home Unless you would call a fucking jail cell a home I guess I'm what your friends might call Another product of moral decay Walk on water, knock on wood Your love is not enough Count your blessings, lower your guard Do you think you've won? Well I don't care if I sink down Lower than your light You said this would kill me It turns out that you were right The way your family bails you out Your struggle is a joke Nothing ever sticks to you Your color is a cloak Go ahead and call the law You'd better hope they arrive in time It took you decades to build your life It takes a second for me to blow it apart Kill your family, kill your friends Their love is what fucked you up Count your money, it's all that you are Do you think your life is worth more than mine just because you were born into wealth? Well I don't Care if you go down You deserve the hit You said you would help me It turns out you're full of shit The way our future fails us now Tomorrow is a trap No one gets above that line Not without the cash IF LIFE IS A GIFT, IT'S IN VERY POOR TASTE I gave all I had to a fantasy Now my only desire is to quiet my mind My future will never appeal to anyone When I'm alone in my chair I swear Never again Will I trust anyone Fear is defined when your back's against the wall Nobody wants to admit they're wrong We all want to win Without confidence Without trust Love is counterfeit Fear decides who's wrong or right Where do you think your lover goes When you're gone Where do you think those lips end up? It's you against your heart Don't you ever stop to wonder why you always windup alone Because your value is low Don't you question why you sexualize death She reminds you of home While life keeps breaking your heart Came on the back of the magazine My only desire is to have no desire All I want is to stop breathing I'm down on my knees I suck it down...suck it down Without conflict Without pain Love is saccharine Fear provides an active interest Compared to what you're going through It's a thrill Scared of where you might end up A weight against your heart It doesn't seem like anything will ever change for me At least not in a way that I can feel Something went wrong I never wanted to feel This paranoid or this paralyzed Everyone I love...lies Don't you ever stop to wonder why you always windup alone It's because you don't value yourself Don't you question why you sexualize death She seduces you slowly While living tears you apart

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Gentrification IV: Suspended From Gallery Rails is the penultimate installment in the five part serial album by Texas industrialists Street Sects. Delving further beneath the surface of the festering malcontention that is born from increasing class disparity in rapidly developing urban environments, this chapter of the series loosely touches upon the repugnant hypocrisy inherent in our arts and entertainment circles. Passing through the gateway of shameless self promotion and into the halls of unapologetic exploitation, artists and industry parasites scurry to capitalize upon the plights of the underprivileged and oppressed, even when there is no money to be made. However, as always, popularity and influence are the most valuable social currencies, and nothing bolsters exposure and interaction like waving a flag for a supposed cause. The irony of this topic being weaved into the narrative of a self serving, monetized, navel-gazing piece of "art" is not lost upon us, but we invite you, the consumer, to pull the pencil from the writers hand and shove it deep into our one good eye...until you feel the graphite connect with gray matter. We're as tired of this bullshit as you are.

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released November 22, 2019

Street Sects is Leo Ashline and Shaun Ringsmuth

Mixed and mastered by Seth Manchester at Machines with Magnets

Cover art by AJ Garces Böhmer

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