Show Them Teeth

by Searching For Relief

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    Artwork done by Tom Lacey. You might know him from The Ghost Of A Thousand and Yards, and also doing art for acts like Frank Turner and The Prestige.
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    Recorded at Studio Het Lab, Arnhem by Harry Holzhauer and Paul Gutteling
    Mastered by Marc Ter Braak at Black Gold Studio

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released January 12, 2017

Recorded at Studio Het Lab, Arnhem by Harry Holzhauer and Paul Gutteling
Artwork by Tom Lacey
Mastered by Marc Ter Braak at Black Gold Studio

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Searching For Relief Utrecht, Netherlands

Post hardcore/punk rock from Utrecht, The Netherlands. FFO: Frank Carter and the Rattlesnakes, The Ghost of a Thousand, John Coffey, At The Drive-In.

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Track Name: North West
let’s raise the stakes to keep the masses entertained
diffuse the truth
we tried, but it was all in vain
i have a thing to say about your show’s content
it’s a mentality that i don’t understand

we’ve been listening blindly
we’ve been sitting still
turn away your eyes mate
say what you want

let’s raise the stakes
another hero died today
fund war, create more
a restless mind is put to sleep
the problem isn’t that you don’t know any better
when the digits in your bank account are all that matters

we’ve been listening blindly
following the news
and deep inside you’d rather be smashing in your tv-screen
the only way out is yourself
Track Name: A Flag Came Back
sent out, fly down, mourning
will you die for nothing?
you don’t need protection
so will you tell the truth then?

i love the taste of victory
the scent of anger, corruption and greed
harvest the fruit before sowing the seed
starve like a dog left to die on the street

we’re all in the same boat
this hellhole in which we float
tired, dirty, and soaked
get real, get free, lock and load

put on your combat boots
throw a party in the sun
we’ve got a whole lot of oil and a shitload of guns
fly the flag for everyone to see
appreciation of violence on your tv-screen
get with the programme, dance in the sun
feast on the corpse, there’s enough for everyone
so close your eyes and dream of home
we’ve got a whole lot of oil and a shitload

the target is in sight, kiss your ass goodbye

dad left and a flag came back

no matter who wins this war, we’ve already lost the fight
how can you celebrate the loss of life?
Track Name: Deadly Routine
i’ll just iron my suit
and swallow my sleeping pill
i’ll do the same tomorrow and i probably always will
this deadly routine is eating my insides
just like hanging yourself but i just can’t seem to die

so tell me, where do we fall?
nothing but an unanswered call
alright, i’m not me
i’m but a number in a big machine
so tell me, where is our soul?

i wish i was a kid again
a simple little boy
no responsibilities, no poison in the soul
spending life in this routine is digging your own grave
i would rather kill myself than be your fucking slave

ain’t nobody gonna fix the absent spine i broke
i had dreams when i was young and now i’m just a joke
spending life in this routine is digging your own grave
i would rather kill myself than be your fucking slave
but i’m just like you
Track Name: Walls
they don’t care at all
they hold your head under the surface till’ you drown
show them teeth and show them rage
if you feel like a rat in a cage

on this patch of ground
i choose to build my house

progress is a curse
a cold and ugly word
fill the hungry bellies
with the maggots and the worms

this world isn’t fit for living freely anymore
cut the chains that keep you crawling on the concrete floor
i’ve got to go to a sacred place that’s far away from this shithole

the soil is dry and the roots are dead
dependence is a demon in your head
lost our touch to the seeds and the bees
cut yourself away from the roots of your tree
everyone is near the end
preserved in cement
i don’t think you all think too much
we all just sit by and watch

up there in that ancient tree
i’ll cage myself for the birds to see
throw a rock in the machine
up there in that ancient tree
i’ll build myself a house
get settled when the walls are coming down