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Gentrification IV: Suspended from Gallery Rails

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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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Track Name: 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
Track Name: Tomorrow is a Trap
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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