Contingence

Contingence

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Contingence episodes

  • Weapons of Class Dysfunction
    Lyrics:
    Out of the gate, winded, and starting with a deficit
    Failing to acclimate without a familiar quick fix
    Flailing, uncalibrated, hazy, uncoordinated
    Recreating old debates; a waste of litigation
    Executive dysfunction
    Means testing is a state weapon
    Executive dysfunction
    Our sickness and your corruption
    I don't feel much like getting up today
    Can't we settle this some other way?
    When the blackshirts crest the hill
    I will come out and play
    Your strength is your pride
    You're afraid to be questioned about your old lies
    The early beard hoards all the worms
    While the rest of the nest is too weak to fly
    Executive dysfunction
    Means testing is a state weapon
    Executive dysfunction
    Our sickness and your corruption
    Executive dysfunction
    Don't make us play these games
    Perpetual disruption
    We have nothing to learn from shame
    Ride on the coattails of sunlight
    Soothe ourselves with humor
    Gather up our knives for the gun fight
    Hold out for someone's future
    Hold out for someone's future
    Hold out for someone's future
    Anything at all
    Could break my serenity
    Anything at all
    To wake up the fear in me
    Executive dysfunction
    Means testing is a state weapon
    Executive dysfunction
    Our sickness and your corruption
    Means testing is a state weapon
    Our sickness and your corruption
    4 min
  • Mother's Day Ballad | 2022
    Just got nose surgery and it really cramped my style
    Lyrics:
    It's Mother's Day again
    We're always on the mend
    Somehow, I'm the one who's old and fat
    I hope it's alright your grandkids are cats
    Lyme disease is a real pain in the ass
    I'm glad you're not sour about it
    That was a pun; there's more where that came from
    ... I'm thinking, just give me a minute
    It's Mother's Day again
    It happens now and then
    I feel exceedingly unprepared
    But I need you to know just how much I care
    2 min
  • You Put Up With Me [HQ]
    A sedentary life, so exhausting
    Just a few hundred square feet
    Oh, it asks too much of me.
    I was born to be a barnacle,
    anchored to my hardwood hull
    Let me calcify in peace.
    Temporary hype, so distracting
    It's just something to talk about
    When everyone's burned out
    (Everyone burns out)
    You're stronger now than I'll ever be
    playing a passive role in my own story
    Thank you for love and empathy.
    I don't know how you put up with me.
    2 min
  • Pseudomonas
    I have a contentious relationship with bacteria.
    --- LYRICS ---
    Pseudomonas
    Infection festering
    Voracious for virgin flesh
    Secreting exotoxins
    Engorged with the spoils of death
    Swelling and incubating
    The crackle of crepitus
    Breeding and colonizing
    The squelch of ejected pus
    Pseudomonas
    T cells awaken to interrogate the agents
    The vanguard braces for a massive infiltration
    Encroaching forces target factories and co-ops
    Bombing the innocent and burning down their crops
    The culmination of our fears
    Destruction ringing in our ears
    Drowning in chemicals as death draws ever-near
    Death ringing in our ears.
    3 min
  • Happy Birthday, Mom! [2021]
    A cute thing for my mom because she's rad.
    Lyrics:
    How do you like the sound of my brand new mic?
    Yeh
    I won't make baby boomer jokes at your expense
    And your mother's day gifts took a long time to ship
    but I bought them on time (in my own defense)
    Happy birthday
    You're the greatest mom alive
    Life is short, so let's not waste it
    Now that we're both vaccinated
    Health is to be celebrated
    2021, we made it
    Happy birthday.
    2 min
  • Vice Grip
    Lyrics:
    This sickness rots,
    guiding our hands to distractions from panicked thoughts.
    Something must have slipped my mind.
    Guilt has a vice grip on leisure time.
    Sell your labor straight to the landlord.
    Put your faith in a cop with an M4.
    Roll the dice; you've got the rest of your life.
    Freedom comes at a hell of a price.
    Poverty hiding in plain sight,
    underneath the glow of city street lights.
    Immigrants struggle to feed their families.
    Normalization of inhumanity.
    Sell your solace straight to the doctor.
    Drown in debt to get your name on a placard.
    We are conditioned to crave competition,
    like those who can't cut it just lack the ambition.
    Give me a fucking break.
    Is this enough?
    How much should I lay on the line?
    "Should I prepare... / Do I deserve..."
    Poisoning my mind.
    This sickness rots,
    guiding our hands to distractions from panicked thoughts.
    Something must have slipped my mind.
    Guilt has a vice grip on leisure time.
    Guilt has a vice grip on leisure time.
    4 min

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A brutal and melodic blend of post-hardcore, death metal, and punk rock. Everything here is written, recorded, and mixed by Contingence.