Hello, My Name is Ghost Factory

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Sylvaindt I overheard him as well. And was overcome moreso by his simple one-man rage about the not quite as simple societal set-up than the contrasting sounds of others. Cynical, surep. Prophetic, who knew? Favorite track: Have You Heard Of Arson?.
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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

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

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Track Name: Vote Satan
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
Track Name: Have You Heard Of Arson?
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
Track Name: Poor Maxwell Huckabee
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
Track Name: Yay, Garbage!
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
Track Name: This is a Ballad... You Fucks
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