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Hello, My Name is Ghost Factory

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1.
Vote Satan 03:29
The only way to the Father is through the Son To me that sounds like some Scorcese film while a man stares down the barrel of a gun Who's to say that my own good deeds will not count if I don't happen to believe, or if I'm taking time to figure it out? "Where are your morals from?" You inquire as you kneel to pray for me With supposition that I am briefly lost or simply cannot see Well I'll vote the devil before he shook my hand Sharing a highball while surveying his land I know he's evil but he sure can make me laugh So I'll vote the devil cuz I will choose my own god damn path So I am granted this asylum through partisan fellowship though abandoning all my relationships, this preamble's got nothing on the sum Keep this in mind as I write you off near the end of the night Salvation is so tempting yet devaluing all I've done in my life "Grandma would be ashamed if she heard you question these ideals. So never beg any inquiry of this because trust me, these answers are real." Well I'll vote the devil before he shook my hand Sharing a highball while surveying his land I know he's evil but he sure can make me laugh So I'll vote the devil cuz I will choose my own god damn path My son you seem distraught these days and anxious in the nights The parish gathers here today and it seem 'end' is their only sight Oh, dear brother, there's more to life than death and all the spoils it brings Promised to you by an angel choir with dissonance they sing Oh, dear sister, take my hand we'll travel down this beaten path We'll hear a plethora of demons sharing gospels as we pass and they chant Well I'll vote the devil before he shook my hand Sharing a highball while surveying his land I know he's evil but he sure can make me laugh So I'll vote the devil cuz I will choose my own god damn path
2.
I get lost inside these walls of blind consumerism Haven't you all heard that buying shit makes you a better person? I'll lay down the charges if you've got the fuse we stole from inside As the air fills with debris and smoke in poetic fashion I wonder what comprised this useless heap of shit that now we're trashing A giant grin will fill my face when it becomes my turn to burn the fucker down As we all gather around and watch it sink into the ground We'll smile to celebrate our win Over this which has become our human condition I will not let this become my human condition We're burning down the Balzac Mall Please don't let this become our human condition
3.
Deadringers sound your bells so the graveyard shifts can tell that you're clawing at the roof overhead But the claw marks that we see will be of love not misery for the air that you long such to breath And so it goes if the story holds This life's a dead end road but still my smile shows A life been conquered by validity and when I'm gone I hope you'll see there was no plot just cast to be. This truth shines through humility There was no god as I could tell and if there is I'll see you in hell cuz I lived life for you and me and not ancient philosophy Although my art is miniscule I'll tower over worthless fools who simply say "it's in His hands" drift silently through viewing stands There are no minor characters My screenplay's just as good as hers Perhaps for a different audience In this existence there's no sense And so it goes if the story holds This life's a dead end road but still my smile shows
4.
My own loss of motivation results in silent nights at home Shallow hands in production A dry final and lust for some A point to prove, no chance to move Another fight that I've not won Drown in apathy Wade in this garbage and filth This rubbish lake appears as comfort and wealth Without a goal surroundings wont be a drag But nothing motivates except breaking both your god damn legs
5.
An arduous task it is to judge my past Apostate and alone so please excuse this bitter tone I'll leave behind any thoughts i can find A salvaged history of anyone but me You said that I'd make mountains not just push rocks and dirt You said that I'd make craters but I fear getting hurt You said that my voice would count but it can barely spell I hope this is for something but its too hard to tell I hope this serves to fuel your memory Despite life's brevity and a guardian I can't see So hold me close only in finest prose Edit blatant if you must so I'm a remnant you can trust So I'm writing down my thoughts to shove them down your throat and if you try to cough it out I hope you fuckin' choke because I refuse to leave in discontent and drowned in irony I'm yelling out these words in hopes that increased volume is a catalyst for you to shout your stories too cuz what is life without these tales except emptiness? Please don't let that prevail. Nihilism is a cancer and blind faith a lazy path There has got to be some answers, do you think Gods heard of math? Im praying for some logic and praying for some sense yet I still can't help feeling hopeless

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A song about the devil
A song about fire
A song about death
A song about oil
A song about hope
I hope we can be friends

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released March 2, 2013

All songs written and preformed by Rob Neil Gruszecki
Recordings by Sebastian Hiscock

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Ghost Factory Calgary, Alberta

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My name is Ghost Factory
I will be your entertainment for the night

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