Throw it Down the Hill

by Pathos Departure

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Pathos Depature's debut full-length album, Throw it Down the Hill!

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released November 11, 2014

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Pathos Departure Conneaut, Ohio

Screw a long boring story about how we met or what we're trying to accomplish. Let's get stupid and fuck shit up! We're from the streets of C-town, Conneaut not Cleveland, so you know we bring it hard as hell. Just remember, breakdowns suck...fucking hit someone! ... more

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Track Name: The Suit of Happiness
There's nothing natural about human nature's irrational,
And unconventional appetite.
Unsatisfied til we obtain more.
Envious creatures,
Bred and raised to feed,
In an attempt to fill our insatiable greed,
Discreet subliminally place wants and needs,
of mass consumption,
The mass corruption of our sub-conscience,
Has left us being of mass producion,
Exigent lust for substance,
Triggered by our cobetousness.
The unappeasable desire,
For more materialistic,
Satisfaction cripples our ability to see,
That we are just really just,
Envious creatures born into jealousy,
With an irresistible urge to weigh man's wworth,
With property.
Judgmental with absolutely no potential,
For all we hold dear in this life
Is but superficial.
There's nothing natural about human nature's irrational,
And unconventional appetite.
unsatisfied til we obtain more.
The worth that you posess in life,
Doesn't signify you possess worth in life.
We are all blind,
Weare all blindly searching for our relevance,
Stumbling on the pursuit of happiness,
Relying on belongings for balance,
Fortifying our dependence.
We are all blindly searching for our relevance,
Stumbling on the pursuit of happiness,
Relying on belongings for balance,
Fortifying our dependence.
We are all but slaves shackled by our need to substance,
We are all but slaves shackled by our need to substance
Track Name: Homeless Face Buffet
<growl>

And now the search for serenity begins,
Awakened from a life long slumber,
Awakened in the aftermath of apocalypse,
And now humanity is gone.
All that's left is just rubble and ash,
Scavengers syphon through lifeless bodies lining the streets,
Searching for a bit of comfort,
And now the sky is fucking black,
From the constant burning and smog,
Inhale the carcinogenic air and wait to die.
As the acid rain washes away the skin,
The ground begins to shake,
And now there's no recovery from this one,
The entire fucking world has become our wasteland,
As the ground rains down from the sky,
And the world becomes covered in ash,
There will be nowhere left to hide,
As the world implodes itself.
And now we've sewn the seeds to our failure,
This planet we've raped is now ruined,
And we're forced to suffer the consequence of greed,
In the wake of a worldwide nuclear cock war,
This is not revelation,
So there's no hope for your salvation,
We are but a dying breed,
On the brink of extinction,
This is not Revelation,
No hope for your salvation,
And when the world ends,
And we've all begun to mutate,
And when the world ends,
And we've all begun to mutate,
There will be
A single hope for humanity.

I embrace the thought of apocalypse,
In hope to be there as your world collapses,
I'd like to watch as your world collapses,
I will die with a smile on my face,
As I watch you all fucking suffer,
As the sun finally sets,
On our worthless existence.
Track Name: Green Light for the Back Door
We are a species of falsehood,
We deserve everything we get.
This is the worst that it's ever been.
Yet as good asit gets,
The only truth in life,
Is that everything dies.
So we spend our every waking moment
Surrounding life with lies.
To hide,
Survive,
The inevitability of mortality,
Just because death is the only honesty,
Doesn't mean it will kill you,
to live honestly.
With every action, we make for progression,
We digress towards our final moment,
We will never achieve advancement.
When the place we stand is based on nothing but substance.
An existence prolonged through deception,
Biding time with lies, we strive to stay alive,
For nothing
We are but nothing,
Nothing but a pathological secluded populace.
The evolution of man,
Is but a fascade.
We are but the de-evoluted reflection of what once was.
Look at this filth we've created.
The lies which allow continuance,
Shall be abated.
The only truth in life,
Is that everything dies.
Feeble attempts to prolong the life of a lie.
Delusional beings
We deserve to die.
We deserve to die.
Track Name: Quick! The Niacin!
I am the cure for this world of sickened cowards.
I am the cure
I am the cure
I have the cavvine administered through my blade.
For, the tongues of foolish men spread seeds of doubt in the minds of the weak.
So I shall silence their frail words befre the roots of ignorance are given a chance to spread.
So I shall silence the plague of this world.
Spewing from mouths like shit from an asshole.
Disease spreading speech,
Infecting their minds,
Controlling your actions.
I am the cure.
I am the cure for the cause of this incompetence.
For, with every word that falls from their malicious lips,
We become one step closer to the fucking end.
Don't listen to their words.
Their words are meant to decieve.
Their words are meant to decieve.
Their words are meant to decieve.
For I shall silence you all.
Fuck.
Cleanse this world.
I'll slit their fucking throats and pull their tongues through the gaping hole just to restore some clarity.
The cile stench of their words absorbing into your skin leaves an odor of their manipulation.
Through bloodshed we shall arise.
The purification through extermination of diseased mind
Affected by the infected tongues of foolish men.
The time is now.
Track Name: Power Bottom
Ignorance,
Our feeling of self-worth is but death.
Disguised as importance,
We live only to destroy all that lives.
We're the plague of the earth,
Killing everything in sight.
The smell of rig is in the air,
So,
Breathe in the stench of mankind's irrelevance,
As we claim our dominance at the bottom of our cesspool.
And as we crawl through our own defecation.
Somehow the though of superiority comes to mind.
With our excrement still fresh on our limbs.
We aimlessly wander through life imagining purpose.
Yet our species is nothing more than worthless.
An expendable breed of scavengers,
Held high in the minds of the mindless.
Exalted waste claiming advancement,
But only progressing in furthering the depths of our own mass graves.
Furtherance couldn't be farther from the truth,
We're blinded by ignorance.
Our feeling of self-worth is but death.
Disguised as importance.
We,
Breathe in the stench of mankind's irrelevance.
As we claim our dominance at the bottom of our cesspool.
Feel as the bitter aroma enters your airways,
Leaving your senses impaired.
Track Name: It's all Shriveled and Shit (Like a Raisin, Girl)
I contemplated cutting my fucking head off
Just to stop the god damn noise.
If it would help seize the ringing
Constantly consuming my thoughts.
I am a nomad,
Wandering this world, aimlessly
searching for direction,
Through the maze inside my mind.
I am delusional.
Lost in my racing thoughts.
I am not me.
I'm a figment of my imagination.
Excuse me,
But I,
Have lost myself,
Again.
Dementia has completely taken over,
And now my realities became a fantasy,
Hallucination of my life pass by,
As I'm left searching,
For broken pieces of my psyche.
As the time goes by,
I find it harder to remember just who I am.
The noise constantly grows louder,
Disorienting my thoughts,
Why won't it stop?
I contemplated cutting my fucking head off,
Just to stop the goddamn noise.
Noise damn god the stop to just off head fucking my cutting contemplated I.
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This part left blank for interpretation.
This part left blank for interpretation.
This part left blank for interpretation.
Track Name: Chomp Chomp
I've become sickened at the sight of myself
I've become sickened at the sight of myself
I've become sickened at the sight of myself
For my reflection resembles everything I despised in everyone else
There is not a single redeeming quality in man
And yet we strive to mimic every flaw
Individualism was buried in the past
The future consists of our transformation
From free thought to mass consciousness
This mirror holds the truth but its reflections are unknown
I can't recognize my own face
I feel I'm slipping away
For these eyes are not my own
A world of fake fucking people
Have made me who I am
An angry spiteful hyprocrite
For everything that I hate
Is all that I am