Reactor

NEWEST MOST BONKERS ALBUM TO DATE. OUR BUDDY BILL FROM BloodMoney Records helped us put this out. Recorded By Chris Sommerfeldt In May 2005 but wasn't done until after we finished our Summer tour with Deadstock. gang vocal battle choir team dong and team suck included: AJ, rachelle, cortnee, jeff, phill, and casey.

Line up for Reactor

Sock Beachum- yelling
Zach Crouse- Guitar
Mike Sardine - Drums
Matt Cuti - bass guitar



LYRICS

Nothing New

this mockery is hitting solid walls, it's getting old, won't make us fall
open your mouth, poison any pride, talk till you're hoarse, we recognize
the vacant space you call your mind

what makes you sad, and this is the worst,
is you think you're smart and you think you're the first
your ridicule is nothing new but repitition,
we forgive you, we understand your band's boring condition

you've shut your mouth, you're finally done, and we're the ones still having fun
we did before your attacks began,and nothing's changed we're the same band

sincere suggestions are appreciated, talent-bashing towards us is so ill-fated
i'll laugh as you cry at your rejection by mtv, in basements we're content and we'll always gladly be

Scared, Skin Deep

desperate for leadership, we glance above for answers
the suits and ties, we claim to despise, but our jealousy is our denied cancer

the supreme voices preaching to us from our highways and tv sets
commanding "comply!", commanding "obey!", smile and deny lies and don't semm to see the subteltly

hard to swallow truths challenge our routine
a road block in the path of passive living
an existence like plain oatmeal; bored to tears
playing from the stands, revolting from arm chairs, hiding from fears

our fear turns into faith in those who promise: we'll keep you safe

believe what is easy and convenient to style
nothing that alters ease or puts staple beliefs at trial
it's so simple to take your trust and questions, and with it confide
in the safety of the ones that keep life a smooth ride

i don't got milk, because i don't want pus
of course you don't believe or know that because mainstream sources won't tell us

but those serving interest of animal, earth and human
are dismissed as "terrorist" so we won't listen
believe facts evidence of care and action
or believe and industry that pays athletes (actresses, models, rap stars, doctors, etc.) to get your reaction

Leaving him Behind

i had myself a plan, but it didn't meet the demands of the scripture laid in front of me.
a path that's mine to choose, i had so much to lose, it made me sick to think i had to give it up.
conditioned from early youth, scared into the truth, generations of blind fear.
thinking for yourself and needing jesus' help don't mix well with each other
independence frowned upon, self-control looked down on, all i wanted to do was to claim my life! all i wanted was to claim my life...

the hypocricy and contradictions left my head spinning, we were the righteous vs. the sinners and we were winning
this guide-to-life called the Bible made me feel guilty, i came to see living independently contradicts Christianity

some of us are swimming, scared and tired so we're handed a relieved feeling, relief of stress but hardly fucking thinking;
fear of when we die.
jesus or religion, give it the label you want it's clear it fucks up decisions, break free from mythological dominion,
leaving him behind

for years i accepted a precomposed guideline, a system of submission with a theme "life is not mine"
a life spent in servitude, in holy preparation for the coming of a Messiah and his exalted manifestation

the b-i-b-l-e, never the book for me, d-o-g-m-a-t-i-c bullshit

Not Moving For You

i don't bitch about the weather which i experience uncovered
prone to conditions comes with my ride, my anger is focused on drivers' snide

we picked different methods to travel, all i want is room to fucking peddle
you lay on your horn as if it will make me move, but i have rights to be on this road just as much as you

my right to the road, my right to be safe, you pollute my air, so you owe me some space
the sidewalks are fucked, or not even there, with us on bikes, the roads you must share

on my two wheels i'll probably die, your s.u.v. will make me fly
check out my corpse, see the hate stil in my eyes, your road hogging habits i will always despise

even if we didn't have rights, i'd be in your lane
a road shared is the law, not insane

i'll never move

not moving for you!

Pheremones

so I stand up and say “fuck off!”
in response to your “take a bath” scoff.
i say "fuck off" to your "take a bath" scoff
your standars i shun, it's my aroma!

conditioned, trained, rejecting the natural, familiar odors produced only by me.
two whole days without a shower!? (oh my god!) you wilt, my precious Petuna flower

spritz of chemicals, scrub down those genitals
blagh! bitterness lingers, aftertaste of shit and saturated fingers

i have pride in my body, i'm not ashamed of my sweat, no deodorant or cologne doesn’t mean I forget.
to me that’s the stench, the headache inducer, clouds of insect attractor isn’t something to shoot for.

not only not my desire, but indeed my disgust,
quick to claim my B.O., in my sweet smelling pits I trust

God Is A Poser

give me a sign, telling me ask for your help,
looking and looking, you don’t reveal yourself
so you’re there, I’m just waiting for bells
“it won’t be so obvious”, so if I miss it am I doomed to hell?
I expected whistles because I was instructed to
and all I’ve seen is bullshit, here in year twenty two

“god will make it clear” well I’ve asked more than once
how clearer can it be that god is the fucking dunce!

the quarters under my pillow, inconspicuously placed
by a not so divine face
the pocket change a fortune, ninety cents; reason to believe
fairy tales are fun but not when they fuck up lives,
creating standards that rule over logic and blur sight

we all got over the easter bunny, worshipping a creator is just as funny
and santa is still fun to laugh about, so with big grins flip these crosses upside down

Politicians Aren't People

its like picking the best religion; baptist or catholic, or a different denomination,
and a different kind of soul domination
election time, look for a sign, who tells the least amount of lies?
to take part in destruction encourage systematic corruption, swindling tradition to a point of oblivion

oblivious that nothing good will come with participation

a politician, a joke, supporting him supports the yoke
they’ll have us where they want us, falling as we choke
they’ll have us ineffective if stay content to vote

and will your selection ever get counted?
double standards materialized and fucking flaunted

stay at home on election day

the people’s decision? cash funded revision
this system holds zero interest for your inquisitions

(they have) no care to listen, play no piece in their vision

Tough Guy Truckstop (boys will be boys)

you're clenching your fists and gritting your teeth if i mention your sister,
anxious to create/imagine a threat and prove you're so much bigger,
quick to put on a show to cover what any logical person knows; settling for mindless violence makes your manhood wither,
kicking ass! always on the mind, looking for a battle of any kind,
dreaming up endless ways to display might, scared of falling off the path, so you save yourself; you fight

"macho" is acting on false assumptions, it's being so self-concious you can't be made fun of,
not taking any shit means you're fucking weak, resorting to brawns cause you're mentally small, into all of society's gutless, preset standards you fall

i can babble any nonsense and you'll take it seriously

eyes on me, i'm being studied, one false move and an excuse for you to tear me apart,
disgust for my life, hate for my actions, any reason at all for the assault to start,
you're tense and nervous, a fucking time bomb, society's pressures have gotten to you,
we're all annoyed and tiring of this display, a deserved beating may be coming if you don't start thinking things through

Flawless Skin, Now!

a-i-r-b-r-u-s-h
the standard's set, what's to be met? glossy page rules for you
mandatory thin and smooth, tan skin, their mold you succumb to
beautifull isn't original, predetermined laws of crave
read what all men want, yet i must fall short, because i'm turned on by brains
i'm not feeling attraction to your satisfaction to accept their ideals and standars of what attractive is

Bad Ass Humans

bad ass humans, bad ass humans
proud to be on top of the food chain
bas ass humans
content to be the one inflicting pain
bad ass humans
the sounds they make
their lives are free to take
no words to communicate
clean conscience as they're raped
squealing, barking, strapped for tests
cries of pain, but no English
are their screams not reaching
because they have different methods of speaking?

ignorant bliss, how did it come to this?
the innocent slain, starved by wasted grain
they don't talk like me and you, they must like being our food
spreading disease, no air to breathe

no animal product producing torture chambers for taste
with so many good vegan options, this process is a waste
free your fellow living thing, animal and man
let's practice equal rights, compassion and conservation for water, air, and land

no tests, no clothes, no food
they exist not for you

Almost Laughing

Once, when things were different, I never imagined
that you'd turn to a filthy needle for help
I never guessed it'd consume you, that it'd fuck with your mind.
I regret ever complaining about your weed's smell.
But as we continue on, we all take different paths,
and for your own reason, you found a syringe,
be it to cope with society, loss, or to live fast.
I've learned an open mind is what I need to bring

Looking back. One day we'll be looking back. I can't wait to be looking back. Knowing we can't laugh.

"Stop doing this! I want the old times back!"
Pleas to be revealed as selfish and cruel.
Through self meditation and experience discovering along
ways to be more supportive of you.
Learning to make positive progress, like showing my love
in every possible way that I can.
I'll be there showing you all the good times,
picking you up and holding your hand.

I'll always be there for you.
Trying to be there in any way I can.
I'll always fucking be there.

When Keith overdosed, I wasn't surprised
and if you think that made it hurt less, than you're fucking wrong,
but it showed the ease of death's coming and the danger you're in,
and my concerns have only increased since he's been gone.
I refuse to sit by idly, prematurely grieving for you,
we'll fight this together and you'll help me understand
a state i'll never know, but imagining through your words.
This is something on which one day we'll look back...
and we'll almost laugh...

All Ours

someone's gotta place a call, make the reservation
our community is affected with each action taken
we all lose when our gatherings are disrupted
minds that are self-centered have the big picture corrupted
an individual has the power to destroy a show,
or make it the most memoriable day any of us have ever known
they might start the fire with their own positive spark,
but this belongs to all of us, we each play a huge part

all of this is ours; no egotistical bullshit
we are all in charge; let's take pride in it

realize the power held by everyone
we all possess influence and control what gets done
widespread suffering can ripple from you and ripple from me
or we can turn our gatherings into all of our biggest dreams

Under Investigation

i don't take any stands of my own, but for others i have this prying microscope
dissecting, critiquing, picking apart; i can read otheres like a map, i can see into their hearts

i stand in the middle, i place blame
i focus on others, i try to place shame; i play stupid games; no one can make a change; i'm bitter and lame

Ignorance As A Solution

when the facts are in your face, is it nervousness or guilt, or what is it exactly
that causes you to mouth the word preacher to me?

grim reality, so frustrating, and intimidating, forget it's happening, don't say anything

i'll never accept it, and it seems you'll never see my logic

ignorance is bliss? fuck that i'd rather stay pissed

Superiority Complex

I play music, I’m fucking special, I play music, put me on a pedestal
throwing together songs in minutes, or spending hours agonizing
my dick tastes better, I’m the bodythrusting figure everybody’s eyeing
you’ll look up to me, ill talk down to you, not only when im on stage
but after the show’s done when you want me to sign my name
the caliber or popularity of bands doesn’t even matter
each thinks their shit is potpourri, more desirable than the latter
the latter being their supporters, the fans that once were them too
but once they get a gig, they’re in a class above me and you

bring your favorite gloating band down to fucking earth
why does your fan status disappear with your band’s birth?

the band that you’re watching, from soft rock to crust
is at the same level of all of us
the ability to create quality music is a respectable trait
but not a call for worship or arrogant asshole displays
so laugh at the next band that demands special treatment
don’t participate in the wide eyed gaping mouth bullshit
treat them as the equals they are and if they want more
stay away from their shows and don’t invite them to play at yours

every day someone picks up an instrument, plays it, sings along, and now wants to be worshipped

break some noses raised up high, slice some chests puffed up with snide
I don’t care how sweet your band is, superiority complexes have no place here

*** duckbomb 2005 *** nothing fucking new still ***