Glass Ceiling

by Trophy Knives

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1.
Last Rites 01:41
I’M FED THE AGONY, A CINEMATIC TRAGEDY, I SEE NO END TO THIS,I SEE NO END TO THIS. DRESSED UP AS MANNEQUINS, WRITE OFF YOUR LIBERTIES, I SEE NO END TO THIS, I SEE NO END TO THIS.
2.
Hesitate 02:58
IS THERE ENOUGH TIME? TO BURY ALL THE SECRECIES IS THERE ENOUGH TIME? RE-WRITE OUR LEGACY THIS PAIN IN MY GUT, IT ALWAYS AMUSES ME, IS THERE ENOUGH TIME, TO BUY MY WAY OUT OF THIS. I’VE SAID EVERYTHING, EVERYTHING, I’VE HAD TO SAY. WHITE CHRYSANTHEMUMS, WILL SURROUND ME, WHEN IT GOES UP IN FLAMES, I’ LL BE A DISTANT DREAM. NOW THAT WAS AN OLD STORY TOLD, WHEN I WAS A YOUNG BOY, BUT WILL WE EVER KNOW TRUE ECSTACY. I’LL STAY AND HESITATE,HESITATE,BUT I WON’T STAY.
3.
Evacuate 02:55
TAKE ME OUT TONIGHT, THIS CITY HAS NOTHING TO OFFER ME. I’VE LOST MYSELF TONIGHT, THIS CITY HAS NOTHING TO OFFER ME. TAKE ME OUT TONIGHT, THIS CITY HAS NOTHING TO OFFER ME. I’VE LOST MYSELF TONIGHT, THIS CITY HAS NOTHING TO OFFER ME. TAKE ME OUT TONIGHT, EVACUATE THIS EMPTYNESS IN ME. I’VE LOST MYSELF TONIGHT, EVACUATE THIS NOTHINGNESS IN ME. TAKE ME OUT TONIGHT, THIS CITY HAS NOTHING TO OFFER ME. I’VE LOST MY SENSE OF PRIDE,THIS OBLIVION IS THE ONLY THING I NEED. I’VE SEEN WHAT THE BOTTOM OF THE OCEAN OFFERS.
4.
Burn 03:31
I’VE THOUGHT THIS THROUGH AND I DON’T SEE A WAY OUT, MY FAITH IS COLD AND I DON’T WANNA STAY HERE. THESE EMPTY THOUGHTS INSIDE YOUR VACANT MEMORY, MISDIAGNOSED WITH THE WORDS YOU PROMISED ME. IN BETWEEN WRITING SLICK, RED, POETRIES, OR DROWING IN AN OCEAN OF SELF-PITY, SWEETENING THE TASTE OF MY OWN MISERY, JUST FALL ASLEEP AND GET AWAY WITH DESERTING. NOW THIS BURN ON MY SKIN, FEELS ICY COLD, WILL YOU EVER COME HOME, EVER COME HOME. I’VE THOUGHT THIS THROUGH AND I DON’T SEE A WAY OUT, THIS IS GETTING OLD, JUST LIKE THE TIMES THAT YOU’VE WALKED IN TO, MOUTHS OF CROCODILES, ON THE PALEST NIGHTS. OH, THESE PALE WHITE NIGHTS, NOW I’VE LEARNED TO BITE MY TONGUE. IN BETWEEN WRITING SLICK, RED, POETRIES, OR DROWING IN AN OCEAN OF SELF-PITY, SWEETENING THE TASTE OF MY OWN MISERY, JUST FALL ASLEEP AND GET AWAY WITH DESERTING. I HATE TO BE THE ONE THAT TELLS YOU THIS BUT, I THOUGHT I TOLD YOU SO.
5.
DO YOU WANNA COVER YOUR EYES? IT MIGHT HURT OR DO YOU WANNA PAY THE PRICE OF DISCOMFORT? WE DON’T NEED YOUR FUCKING ADVICE, WE’LL PULL THROUGH, WE’RE JUST ANOTHER THORN IN YOUR SIDE THAT YOU DISAPPROVE. WE’RE GATHERED HERE TO DENOUNCE YOU. THIS GLASS IS FILLED WITH LOVELY ECHOES, THEY’LL SHATTER THROUGH THIS UNSUSPECTING FRAGILE CEILING. OH, WHAT IS YOUR WORTH, OH, WHAT IS YOUR WORTH? THE THINGS YOU’VE SAID WHEN WE WERE SEVENTEEN, WE’LL FIND A WAY TO PROVE YOU WRONG.
6.
Poster Boys 02:56
MAYBE, JUST MAYBE, YOU SHOULD HAVE SAID NO. THEY’LL CAST YOU, AND YOUR FRIENDS AS PUPPETS, FOR THEIR SHOW. THE STAGE IS SET, TICKETS UNSOLD, AS USUAL. NOW SEWER RATS, WILL CHEW ON YOUR FLESH, YOUR FLESH. YOU’D DO WHAT YOU YOU’VE BEEN TOLD. YOU HAVE NO CONTROL. YOU’RE JUST A BARGAINING TOOL. (SHAKE THE HANDS OF THE DEALMAKERS)
7.
Listening 02:56
I’M ON MY WAY TO THIS FUTURE WE’VE CARVED IN GRAVES, THEN START OVER. RE-LEARNED MISTAKES, IN THE PALMS OF YOUR FRAUDALENCE. AND NOW IT’S OVER. IN YOUR IMAGE, YOU BUILT THIS, IN YOUR IMAGE. ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING? BURY ALL THE EVIDENCE. NOW WATCH AS I DISSAPEAR. TELL ME WHAT’S IT LIKE, TO STEP IN TO THE FUTURE, OF WHAT ONCE WAS MINE. TELL ME WHAT’S IT LIKE, TO HOLD A BEATING HEART, WHEN IT SHATTERS.
8.
Red Clock 02:46
HEAVEN IS CLOSED FOR RENOVATIONS. DO YOU WANNA STAY OR DO YOU WANNA GO? TAKE A NUMBER, THEY’LL SERVE YOU IN A MINUTE. I THINK I’LL SHOW MY SELF OUT. YOU EMULATE THE SOUND OF MY VOICE, IMMITATE THE ARCHITECTURE, SAY THE THINGS THAT I NEED TO HEAR, WHOAH. WE’LL DUST OFF THE VIOLATIONS, WHILE YOU FILL OUR HEADS WITH PROPOSITIONS, THIS RED CLOCK SOUNDS OH TOO FAMILIAR, WHOAH. WE’RE LIVING WITH EXPIRED TRADITIONS, PAPER OVER CRACKS OF TOMORROW, FASHION SHOWS TO FUEL NARCISSISM, WHOAH. WE’RE LIVING WITH SUCH ACCUSATIONS, LICK THE GUILT OF ADMIRATION. THIS RED CLOCK SOUNDS OH TOO FAMILIAR, WHOAH. SEND ME BACK TO THE SUN, I DON’T WANNA BE KNOWN, SEND ME BACK TO THE SUN, I WANT THE PALE UNKNOWN.
9.
Moonlight 03:14
UNDER THE MOONLIGHT OF DESPAIR, UNDER THE MOONLIGHT, I’LL BE THERE. I’VE SEEN THIS ALL BEFORE, BLACK WHITE DISSOCIATE. HEARTS FILLED WITH VIOLENT LOVE, THEN SLOWLY DISINTEGRATE. THIS SATISFACTION, YOU CHOSE TO OBLIVIATE, UNDER THE MOONLIGHT, WE’LL DISSOCIATE. I’VE SEEN THIS ALL BEFORE, IT’S ALL TOO FAMILIAR, DUST IN AN HOURGLASS, REVERSED TO TURN BACK TIME, I’VE PAINTED MY FATE RED, IT JUST FEELS APPROPRIATE, SHOW ME YOUR DARKEST SECRETS, I’M GETTING BORED WITH MINE. WE’LL SOLDIER ON, WE’LL SOLDIER ON. UNDER THE MOONLIGHT.
10.
Torment 04:07
I SAW YOU SHARING THAT CIGARETTE, WITH MY FATE IN YOUR HANDS. I SEE THE ACTRESS IN YOU, NOT SHYING AWAY. YOUR TONGUE WAS SILVER, YOUR WORDS, ROTTEN GOLD. A MATRIMONY IN DUST. NOW I JUST WANNA LIVE IN THE MOMENT, AND I CAN’T WAIT TO WATCH THE WORLD BURN, NOW I JUST WANNA LIVE IN THE MOMENT, I CAN’T WAIT, I WON’T WAIT. IF YOU COULD LIVE WITH YOUR CRIMES, YOU COULD LIVE WITH MINE. BUT WE WERE ACCIDENTS, JUST WAITING TO HAPPEN. NOW WE’RE SAT IN THE MIDDLE, WHILE IT ALL FALLS APART. A MATRIMONY IN DUST. WE’RE NEVER MEANT TO BE HERE, WE’VE SEEN TOO MUCH.

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released November 15, 2019

Recorded by: Sani Khalid
Mixed by: Gareth Hargreaves
Lyrics by: Vinesh Muniandy
Music by: Trophy Knives
Photo :Annatasha Saifol
Album Layout: Jillian Ong

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Trophy Knives is a 4 piece punk rock band from the gutters of Kuala-Lumpur.

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