Negative Attention

by Guilty Conscience

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released March 21, 2015

Andre - Bass
Doug - Guitar
Garrett - Guitar
John - Vocals
Kyle - Drums

Recorded & Mixed by Jonathan Nuñez at Pinecrust Studios in Miami, Florida. / Mastered by Nick Zampiello at New Alliance East in Cambridge, Massachussetts.



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Track Name: Courtesy of Rats
Chemicals flowing through my veins
Gaining ground, like a slow-moving train.
On this track, I'm going to wind up dead.
Corporate gun held to my fucking head.

I'm a number, I am not a name.
Suffering from cost efficiency.
Poisoned while chomping at the bit.
Somehow I started, now I can't quit.
Profits made at our expense.
No regard for public wellness.
Population's terminally sick.
Regulations are total bullshit.

Flowing through my veins,
Like a slow-moving train.
I'm going to wind up dead.
Gun held straight to my head.

Survival's out of style,
Time is but a thief.
Can't sustain yourself
With the legs swept underneath.
Hoping for a bone in a sea scraps.
Expect nothing more than the courtesy of rats.
Track Name: Negative Attention
Negative Attention, what you attract.
One false move and we're all set back.
I wonder if you feel the guilt
for tearing down all that we've built.
Another space, laid to waste.
another venue is taken away.
Parking lot, all ages show.
Drunk and causing problems,
You've got to go.

The outside world doesn't understand, What we do.
behind these four walls, we set the rules. (x2)

Think twice about everything we could lose,
Because it's all put on the line with the things that you do.
Can't tolerate how you undermine all the efforts of so many to keep this alive.
Track Name: Closing In/Up In Smoke
Blinded to the damage you've done,
We'll make sure it comes back around.
Closing in.
See you soon.


Washed up, pathetic old man.
Poison the scene with a crooked hand.
No one here is impressed by you.
Or the things you used to do.

Keep on moving,
you're not amongst friends
Tolerate the bullshit,
Now it's coming to an end.
Shifty bastard, dead-weight social climber.
I like you better on your way out.

Don't come back.
Track Name: Lost Weekend
One time you slip
And no one catches you.
The friends you thought were true,
Can't be bothered.
Down on your luck
And feeling led astray.
I guess we're not on the same page.
Maybe we never were.
Now you're just like all the others.
Who cheered me on while I raced for the floor.

I feel alone in the most crowded of rooms.
Anxiety asks, "What are you going to do?"
I told myself this wouldn't happen again.
I feel alone in the most crowded of rooms.
Anxiety asks, "What the fuck are you going to do?"
Told myself this wouldnt happen again.
Track Name: New Granada
Life spent slipping through the cracks.
The view from the curb is exactly just that.
You leverage success.
Even when you've never scraped the bottom
But that's how it is.
I know exactly what you're made of
And how long you'd last.
Without that life-line you've been given,
You'd crumble so fast.