SQUALORA - Portland Distortion

NEW SONGS (2009/2010) UNRELEASED MATERIAL

GRAFFITI scattered messages, painted across. painted across desolate buildings. pleas for help, pleas for change. pleas for survival. off white covering paint hides our contempt. communication on lockdown. our fears of control are reinforced. communication on lockdown. spying cameras digitize our every offense. passing pedestrians armed with cell phones. text message 9-11! send in the whole force. leaving a mark parallels leaving a trace to a crime. well who gave you the right to build this fucking building in the first place? communication is the bottom tier of this thing called progress. our fears of control are reinforced!

SHOOTING STARS OVER VSETÍN it should never have to happen this way. why must it be so absolute and commonplace? i can’t live with all this devout destruction caused by so-called natural selection and depression. if i be still enough i might survive this exit. i could say i lost control i never had to begin with. just as a night on those streets is a universal gift; so is the empty feeling of a loss like this. our eulogy played from the only lit window, reminding us this type of connection can’t fucking last. the affliction of denial is the very skin we live and die in and just like them, when it’s over we’re not ever coming back. and all the upsetting things which keep us from sleep; nothing could have prepared us for all of this grief. the only cure for the pain of hope is being reassured by possibilities. our continents will connect again but by then we’ll all be long dead. ...we'll all be ...long dead. and i stilll wonder if those two stars were meant to be aimed at you and me. i confess it’s what I hoped for, to be forever liberated from our miseries. (for karolina misiewicz and her family)

KILLED BY DOLPHINS wind swept, ship wrecked. thrown into a wet hell. i can hear the ringing of the death bell. fins and blood are all i see. high pitched shriek tearing into me. bit by bit, ripping my flesh, sending me into darkness. -dave parsons

CONSISTENCY it’s not my illusion that we are not all treated equal. and it’s not my privilege to try and help others in need. trust me friend, we’re not too different. there is no joy in being comfortable while others are roused from under bridges. suddenly action has a meaning; suddenly action has a face, body, and mind. look me in the eyes as i look into yours, we can learn from each other, for each other. consistency! try and distinguish a common thread. justify every action with an appropriate reaction, while being sure never to second guess. regurgitation of a moral fiber so indigestible. we have seen – we have said.. we’ve repeated what we’ve read. but are our views so absolute? so distinguishable answers unclear/ consistency. for forever and a day we dreamed of a world filled with atm’s without hidden fees, buying loads of lumber without harming any trees. and so many have not a thing to eat. complex human spirit rests in stocks with guarantees.

DENOMINATIONS i don't care what your denomination is - crust punk, straight edge, skinhead, or emo kid; there is more to this culture than pointing that finger. insipid complacency will waste you. our unity’s not so pure after all. we think we’re strong but then we fall. cheap thrills aren’t so cheap after all. you think you’re strong but then you fall.

S.O.A. the school of americas is still open for destruction. “western hemisphere institute…” blah fucking blah. yea, and you still fucking suck!! unions threaten corporate dominion so they are put in their graves. class war is in your glass of coke, and it still tastes like their blood. state of alert! the only s.o.a. that mattered is the only cool thing rollins has ever done and the school of assassins has fucking covered it in blood.

OF THIS EARTH recognize our woes. every breath is a grasp. choking on these chemicals, addicted to these chemicals. influence, passion, allergic reaction. our thoughts are in motion and in constant danger. motives are threatened and often overlooked. it must seem so simple to appear honest and complacent. let us own up to our simplicity and be sincere in our delivery, and forever these stars will shine brightly on those who keep on fighting. this earth is what makes me, why would i do anything to harm it? motives are threatened and often overlooked. it must seem so simple to appear honest and complacent. let us own up to our simplicity and be sincere in our delivery. this earth is what makes me, why would I do anything to harm it? uncertain futures are certainly doomed. dear friends embrace to serve this final blow. this is a process, this is process, progress?!

recognize our woes. every breath is a gasp. choking on chemicals. addicted to chemicals. influence, passion. allergic reaction. our thoughts are in motion and in constant danger. motives are threatened and often overlooked and forever these stars will shine brightly on those of us who keep on fighting. it must seem so simple to appear honest and complacent. these are only delusions, so keep away from the danger. let us own up to our simplicity and be sincere in our delivery and forever these stars will shine brightly on those of us who keep fighting. this earth is what makes me possible, why would I do anything to harm it? let us own up to our simplicity and be sincere in our delivery. uncertain futures are certainly doomed. dear friends embrace and serve the final blow. this is a process, this is process... progress?!

FROZEN PARALLAX subzero wind burns the life from our frozen faces and you know i never needed help getting knocked this far off my feet. the grass is always greener? yea, well sometimes it is. when spit turns to ice before hitting the snow, any warmth is bliss. all i ever longed for was some camaraderie to kill the fear. the isolating mountains seem more like prison walls from down here. endless years of this social abuse. i’m turning my back on this desolate place. my hands have lost their circulation but no one would shake them anyways. at night i dream of escaping this perpetual winter.

COMMUNION OF PARASITES are you drinking his blood or is he drinking yours? sucking on the syringe of your counterfeit savior. communion is the tradition of shameless vampires. limping on the crutch of a deity; the filthy fucking habit of self pity. the concept of eternal life is wasted on sheep. better stand up while you still have feet! “…and so they died miserably ever after!...”*-(aldous huxley). while pointing your finger the innocent suffer god's name! who’s guilty of all this pain? your “god” knows who is to blame! This bullshit you perpetuate is artificial flavoring. your nutri-sweet jesus is infantile & make-believe. we kiss and you fucking kill but somehow we’re the blasphemers who are doomed to a life of 'sin'. in dreams we destroy every false hope you have instilled. face the facts, you're forever fucked just like the rest of us. "what sharp horns you have". "yes, the better to stab god with".

S/T - AKA: "AND SO THEY DIED MISERABLY EVERY AFTER" LP/CD (2007)
(DEFECTOR/ WÄNTAGE USA/ REPETITIVELY FUTILE RECORDS)

A WHOLE LIFETIME SPENT DREAMING the truths have yet to be discovered yet the text books remain unchanged. false educations produce our leaders who keep this dream alive. there are so many bright potentials with biased documentation. deep seated sedation - packaged as creation. with stories of patriotism we seem to love this glorious freedom. rights have dwindled down beyond… down beyond survival. and we still look up to their fathers as if we have none of our own. mothers telling daughters not to break society’s molds. for we need not learn for ourselves, we must learn what has been written. this mindless simple life has its ups and downs, panoramic views of another way. inversions! the fog never lifts for too long. free from progress. free from the smog. trapped in this fog. mindless simple life!

VILLAINS DESIRE in a world so full of despicable men there's no fucking excuse for inaction when there are villains in houses with blood on their minds, hateful intentions plotting death in their eyes. villains desire…prepare for disasters. villains desire…prepare! construct another wall to conceal what lies behind. silence the voices, round up and criminalize. your deplorable desires will result in failure. so raise your bloody flag with pride and valor…

UNITED WE SLOUCH the few freedoms given are taken for granted, never applied to anything valid. all potential made void by nationalist scum, and independence is based on income. united we slouch! united we fucking drown! still you’ll blindly sign the papers to protect these sterile liberties, and the masses are united through their television screens. united we slouch! united we fucking drown! …into eternal sleep... pacified in silence (mankind's worst crime) "oceania has always been at war with eurasia… oceania has always been at war with east asia..." [-g. orwell] fox news is your only news source… absolute misinformation!

MIND LAPSE how long has this been going on? grasping, clutching, suffocating. with brand new gadgets and distractions. minds overwhelmed - repercussions. solutions shall never be unearthed. and daddy told me it’d be like this. he told me that one day everything would end up like shit and be shit all the way. do you see the fortunes of others being shoved into our jaded faces, growing more and more out of balance. i can’t even afford to fucking kill myself the taste of success tastes of shit. the taste of success is that of greed. record breaking profits mirror record breaking debts. how many days do i drink to forget?

SUGAR COATED SUBMISSION another ambition is laid to waste by the new opiate … to help you feel comfortable with all this suffering a brand new commodity is here to pacify your brain. your possessions are ball & chain, how long will they drag with you in this perpetual dream? institutionalized genocide against imagination, a spirit in exchange for sugar coated submission. entertainment is sedation; time to lead yourself astray. it’s no longer possible to ignore all this suffering! were you ever "taught" or just programmed to consume? accepting a career that you dread to pursue. when was the last time you had a dream? when was the last time you went to sleep excited for tomorrow? …it's been a long time for me too.

WHAT'S AT STAKE? one thought left to exchange, another notion to entertain. is what I’m doing what I want? is it all I thought it could be? over many boundaries and hurdles, no solutions are ever found. truths from surroundings bypassed to fulfill what I once hoped for. having control of land or people is more important than having control of your own mind. how could I possibly resent trying to get mine? when I punched in, when I punched out. the mornings of treachery and not of joy. I earned… I lost... I did not know what was at stake! one thought left to exchange, another notion to entertain. is what I’m doing what I want? is it all I thought it could be? still I can’t help but wonder …you know I wouldn’t change a goddamned thing!!!

IDENTITY CRISIS living this life like a drama class. disposition is only an act. cruelty accusations from your biased mouth. artificial addictions afflict every breath. scream for attention, you got no comprehension of your own reflection so scream for compensation! the spectacle corrupts your dream of who you should be. forget about your real self, your identity rots on a dusty shelf. living this life like a drama class. disposition is only an act. celebrity life dictates your own. a mansion of narcissism is your home, its no surprise that we are so alone. the spectacle corrupts your dream of who you should be. you’ve got to remember your true self, but all you ever do is dust that shelf.

INSULT CRUSADE when we try to make a difference we’re ostracized immediately. if we explain our convictions we’re quickly labeled “pc nazis”. you’re compelled to act objective no matter the content, just for the sake of constant disagreement. petty internet shit talk for social superiority. your special little world to instigate negative groupthink. when we try to make a difference we’re ostracized immediately. if we show charisma we face total persecution for our beliefs. it's time to stop the fucking paranoia, no one’s trying to make restrictions for you. how vain of you to assume we would succumb to your self-indulgent polemic insult crusade! let’s hear a round of applause for the generous contributions you've made! you got a condescending lecture for me? why can’t you tell me face to fucking face? (fuck message boreds)

POVERTY EUGENICS we drive our metal cells through asphalt veins, flowing straight into a diseased brain, just to provide it with the blood it needs to keep our own demands at bay. and all the wealth acquired all for the sake of benign status could save them from this intentional agony if it weren’t for selfish excuses... of safety, comfort and convenience. it’s just privilege disguised as allegiance. this crumbling pyramid (capitalism) is truly the degradation of humanity on the septic path towards feudalism. all the immigrants in the world know a common truth: surviving is deadly! just as every yuppie won't confess there are no wal-marts in hell, and there are no bank accounts after death. the foundation of poverty is this tradition of wealth.

[ASS-END OFFEND]

"UNCHECKED AGGRESSION" EP (2005) (WÄNTAGE USA/ POISONED CANDY RECORDS)

ON THE UPSWING do you ever get the feeling that everything’s falling down? the good thoughts that you once had now torment all of the passions that were so clearly evident but so fucking hard to achieve. remember that getting hit only hurts when you don’t hit them back, only to leave fragments of... muscles that flared to pressure to organs that recycled poison to flawless faces that wore frowns to minds left wide open to the voices that screamed until silent. your life dulls when you become predictable... pull out your hair no more. smile through bullshit no more. reduction of life no more, cause there’s no need to please, there’s no need to appease just to disagree, disagree, disagree...

YOUR AMERICAN DREAM IS OUR NIGHTMARE third world labor squandered, spread the habit, they suffer while you shop. capital protection military on self-destruct mode since birth; war defines your faux security. this habitual spectacle is genocide of free thought and open mind; drag the masses into profit war. spreading the disease of commodity addiction, the consumer is no longer innocent. spreading the disease of commodity addiction, death by social class scaled competition. third world labour squandered, spread the habit, they suffer while you shop; your american dream is our nightmare! act surprised at foreign hatred, the local proles hate you just the same! your american dream is our nightmare! we’re not in grade school anymore, it’s time to stop playing ‘follow the leader’! your american dream is our nightmare!

END RESULT what's it gonna take for you to see the end result? what's it gonna take to make you stop killing your friends? we've got enough problems as it is, you hand out misery to anyone who'll take a taste. robbing all your friends blind, you don't mind ruining their lives because yours is already such a waste! what's it gonna take for you to see the end result? maybe soon you'll o.d. and everyone will finally wake the fuck up.

YUPPIES: THE OTHER WHITE MEAT it’s time for the impoverished to enjoy the new reformist feast. politicians and yuppies: the other white meat! another government aid program cut to pieces by corporate lapdogs. our children have outdated books while privilege is wasted on trust-fund snobs. it’s time for the impoverished to enjoy the new reformist feast. republican yuppies: the other white meat!

GET OVER IT ALREADY fear of sexuality, fear of defiance of a hetero-majority. condemn those who have emotions so intrinsically human, standardization since birth. love is just this... a man can be with a man. love is just this... a woman can be with a woman. terrorism on what relationships can be - a moral condemnation. civil liberties being fought for when there really shouldn’t be any war. there should be nothing to explain because we’re pure with desires and i don’t care who you sleep with, nor should you care for me.

"CHARACTER ASSASSINS" LP/CD (2004) (WÄNTAGE USA/ POISONED CANDY RECORDS)

BEHIND BLINDS at the end of the road marked off with yellow tape another problem targeted suspicion produced facts the locals left to wonder peaking through split blinds suspicion produced facts all secrets are revealed …secrets are revealed …secrets are revealed. graphic imaginations are unraveling the news the stirring gossip pursues. what is it you hide? untampered and well concealed phony smiles bury the threat of an anonymous tip from the neighborhood watch peaking through split blinds suspicion produced facts all secrets are revealed …secrets are revealed …secrets are revealed.

OVERCOME rising above everything that has kept you down don’t for a minute believe that you are stuck in this town. hitting rock bottom and losing self belief, you can overcome ‘cause the ones who bitch are the ones who chose to be dumb. don’t let the dirt hold you in your hole.

INGESTION pry and pry on fears condone how they feel the footsteps they made were never made for you devotion to a tradition that has been rearranged and rewrote again and again. nestle in and warm yourself recondition all thought to relax the words continue to claim the hearts and souls of those who lay face down in shit only to dream of one day being saved face down in shit only to dream of one day being saved.

BAD CREDIT such a fetish, this saccharine society oh, it’s so sensational it’s fucking unescapable. cook up your propaganda set it on the table. we dig our graves, so tasty and gullable. entrapped in corporate cages, piss on these fucking wages! forced into a plotted debt. bad credit - life’s too short to be a capitalist. bomb a collection agency for a better tomorrow! such a fetish, this saccharine monopoly. oh, it’s so sensational it’s redundant and predictable. cook up your budget plan, set it on the table. we carve our gravestones, so tasty and insatiable. i'm not gonna live this way. we’re taking what’s ours. we're not gonna fucking pay. i got bad credit, bankrupt for fucking life!

TRANSMITTING A REACTION eradicate, educate really no sense to complicate an existence that’s only one foot deep to eat, drink, and sleep. you courageously interrupted me but there’s no necessity in obsessity we all want more so take a swing and gouge the scene. learn and inspire burn out then retire deconstruct everything learn and inspire burn out then retire our motives have since rolled adrift.

FILL THE VOID another masterpiece hidden in shadow top shelf suspended above a flood of dust just waiting… waiting to be retrieved waiting to be saved purpose wasn’t served during it’s time now in a graveyard left behind top shelf suspended above a flood of dust just waiting… waiting to be retrieved waiting to be saved a wealth of work and inspiration subdued to a nest. the works that were overlooked are replaced with the works that are undercooked. thrown together, thrown together to fill the void.

BECOMING OUR DESTRUCTION we have become our destruction there is no love or affection only loss, sense of confusion fuck this world, i’m done. the wall in your head between you and me contains only fantasy the words that are said both dripping and cold are not in honesty it won’t be long now it won’t be long now until we become what we’ve destroyed.

PERMANENT SICK LEAVE dark skies loom overhead a chattered will struggles but the blood still pumps through a thinning attention. another bell, another chime hands covered in grime you’ve got it all and i’ve got the luxury to serve. …how nice it’ll be when i never ever work again.

PRODUCTION RATS we’re hand crafting a fortune that will keep us coming back for more but the health benefits will compensate for the poor the poor wage the poor spectacle. intricate devices to handle with care multi million dollar corporations with none to fucking spare. hush, hush, no talk of revolt!

SPOILED VISION completely from contempt a mere thought, a mere life no room for satisfaction …eyes sunk in regression unfolds to another day scabs picked by dull nails another mend to be made …spoiled vision permanently fixated on the fucking past incoherent as the …future rolls up a dirty fatigued mind no smiles and no release from the loss of character a bright future to look to?

SKATEBOARDING IS NOT A SPORT skateboarding is a crime, we are the criminals. we ride weapons of property destruction. this is no social clique, it's about thrashing shit! property is theft so we give their curbs purpose. skateboarding is not a sport, Deadbolts™ crack skulls better than Krux™. this is not a fuckin' sport! this new form of exploitation is hopeless. jocks: rollerblade back to your football field with your washed up style, watered down politics. and whatever happened to thrashing shit?!

FOR THE MOMENT together we tried to find excitement in routine we knew who was in charge but were never really pressured and through every slurred breath we just existed and through all of the frantic paces we existed. we did what we could when we could and always knew it wasn’t as much as we should but we never jumped through any hoops and we never bent over backwards the rewards (financially) could’ve been fantastic but we lived in moments for the moments. few worries come from living cheaply and thinking deeply starry eyes never chasing anything but rather letting everything unfold while just existing morals sought after? to co-exist? i shudder to think.

UNRELEASED TRACK (only appears on the "EP Discography" CD-R/ Cassette)

SECOND HAND the t.v. says i’m hungry, tells me what to eat. the preacher says i’m empty, tells me what to believe. both try to create a need that wasn’t there before. a brain to think, a heart that beats, why do i need more? fuck you, this blood isn’t yours to bleed. fuck you, this breath isn’t your to breathe. fuck you, this soul isn’t yours to save. i can find my own way to the grave. confused shallow minds lead complicated lives with a hunger for substance never satisfied. devise a million cunning ways to waste your time with a president, god , or cause to hide behind. because you’re second hand and you don’t understand that when you take a stand you stand alone.

"WELCOME TO MONTANA...COME DIE WITH US" COMPILATION CD/'ZINE (2004) (POISONED CANDY RECORDS)

LOST as i turn around there are no familiar faces gawking through all the haze, eye to eye with mystery, unknown structures stand fixated... now i’m lost. endless one-ways, bridges that cross the streams that lead to nowhere, new titles for land. so i open my mouth, just hoping that i will be heard through all of this haze. my friends are nowhere around, and i hope not to be found.

DISABLING CONVICTION some things in life are just no more than a shitty excuse to tuck your fucking tail between your legs while you’re still dreaming of unreachable goals and the true disaster is hiding all your motivation underneath a mask of sorrow that was only brought on by your...that was only brought on by your lack of...by your own lack of imagination, by your own lack of inspiration, disabling all unknown directions, disabling all convictions.

OVERCOME rising above everything that has kept you down, don't for a minute believe that you are stuck in this town. hitting rock bottom and losing self belief, you can overcome, 'cause the ones who bitch are the ones who chose to be dumb. don't let the dirt hold you in your hole.

"HITS OMNIBUS" COMPILATION CD (2004) (WÄNTAGE USA RECORDS)

CROSS THE FENCE shit for brains so shit is all you say. you only see in black and white and think in shades of grey, hopelessly dependent on your pointless point of view, you’re way too fuckn’ stupid to see that we’re already screwed. cross the fence, the barbs are not too fuckin’ dull, another form of mental control, harmony is dysfunctional in a shattered mind and you’ll find that no one can help what you hide.

"WELCOME TO THE DISCOMFORT ZONE" EP (2003) (POISONED CANDY RECORDS)

PRODUCTION RATS we're hand crafting a fortune that will keep us coming back for more, but the health benefits will compensate for the poor - the poor wage, the poor spectacle. intricate devices to handle with care, multi-million dollar corporations with none to fucking spare. hush, hush, no talk of revolt!

GUILT FREE live beyond expectation, derive your own direction, guilt free for once, guilt free for once. i’m going to get away from life’s monotony. i’m going to break away from from stress and misery.

WELCOME TO THE DISCOMFORT ZONE wander about without the rush, there are no sounds at all, not a single howdy is exchanged. another mile at a 6% grade, a mind full of tales of misfortune backed by a man made pristine array, designed to its finest detail to capture and to reel in. still silent because actions speak louder than words. pacing myself steadily another mile at a 6% grade, a mind full of tales of misfortune backed a dirty smirk is all that remains, frowned upon yet again, no dependence on the luxury of your own words. exploitation - eye contact is made. exploitation - welcome to the discomfort zone.

"MY IMPERIALIST HARD-ON IS BIGGER THAN YOURS" SPLIT EP WITH THE ANTI DIFRANCOS (2002)
(POISONED CANDY RECORDS)

ROTTING ALIVE you leave burned up husks of human beings like an empty wrapper cast into the gutter. the only thing that’s trickling down is the blood in between the cracks in the sidewalk. eyes glazed over to avoid the hurt, made dull and stupid by a life of comfort. your pleasure causes pain, the end result of personal gain, and to you it’s a game, the victims have no names.

"BECOMING OUR DESTRUCTION" EP (2001) (POISONED CANDY RECORDS)

THE GRIND still i lie awake, total restlessness. my mind keeps swelling up delirious creations. the dark is fading and i’m left, i’m left unsatisfied. the sun comes out and i’m afraid, i’m afraid to go outside, another sleepless day to look forward to. i’ve got nothing to do.

STILL TRICKLING as long as you’re alive you’d better breathe in deep. don’t place too much value on the feelings that you keep. like the rock in your shoe, the chip on your shoulder, your life consumed and empty is making you colder.

FINGERPRINT your fingerprint -a smudge on the glass, holds your identity, so precious, so unique, but it’s nothing more than a stain of grease, a trace of residue left behind, unseen, then wiped away by the next passing slug. a piece of dust swept underneath a concrete rug. so eager to clear a space just to leave your meaningless mark. why do you continue to fuck up? why don’t you just give up?

BECOMING OUR DESTRUCTION we have become our destruction. there is no love or affection. only loss, sense of confusion. fuck this world, i'm done. the wall in your head between you and me contains only fantasy. the words that are said both dripping and cold are not in honesty. it won't be long now, it won't be long now until we become what we've destroyed.

All songs by ass-end offend. ROTTING ALIVE, CROSS THE FENCE, FINGERPRINT, BECOMING OUR DESTRUCTION by ass-end offend and Matt Lawlor.