Violence doesn’t end violence. It extends it.

The sound of Entreat Plus has nothing to do with digital vs analog or anything like that. It is just piss-poor mixing and mastering. Period. The original Entreat was mixed to be wide open and airy... there was lots of space between the instruments, and even each individual drum. You could easily identify any sound of any single instrument at any point in any song. The new mix is completely devoid of this. All of the sound is almost dead center in the mix... it's almost completely mono and it's missing any sense of dynamic range.

I believe that the packaging stated something to the effect of "Mixed @ Home by R. Smith". Well, there is no doubt of this at all, it sounds exactly like something that was created in the bedroom studio of a beginner recordist.... or by somebody with ears blasted to hell by over 30 years of performing loud rock music.

                           it's currently a choice of which dumpster fire will hurt the least to jump into.

Now you say you're lonely
You cry the long night through
Well, you can cry me a river
Cry me a river
I cried a river over you
Now you say you're sorry
For being so untrue
Well, you can cry me a river
Cry me a river
I cried a river over you
 

You drove me, nearly drove me, out of my head
While you never shed a tear
Remember, I remember, all that you said?
You told me love was too plebeian
Told me you were through with me and

Now you say you love me
Well, just to prove that you do
Come on and cry me a river
Cry me a river
I cried a river over you
I cried a river over you
I cried a river, over you

You drove me, nearly drove me, out of my head
While you never shed a tear
Remember, I remember, all that you said?
You told me love was too plebeian
Told me you were through with me and

Now you say you love me
Well, just to prove that you do
Come on and cry, cry, cry me a river
Cry me a river
I cried, I cried, I cried a river over you
 

If my pillow talk, imagine what it would have said
Could it be a river of tears I cried instead?
Well you can cry me a river
Go ahead and cry me a river
'Cause I cried, I cried a river over you
How I cried a river over you

"Is that what God does? He helps?
Tell me, why didn't God help my innocent friend who died for no reason while the guilty ran free?
Okay. Fine. Forget the one offs. How about the countless wars declared in his name?
Okay. Fine. Let's skip the random, meaningless murder for a second, shall we?
How about the racist, sexist, phobia soup we've all been drowning in because of him?
And I'm not just talking about Jesus. I'm talking about all organized religion. Exclusive groups created to manage control.
A dealer getting people hooked on the drug of hope. His followers, nothing but addicts who want their hit of bullshit to keep their dopamine of ignorance.
Addicts.
Afraid to believe the truth. That there's no order. There's no power. That all religions are just metastasizing mind worms, meant to divide us so it's easier to rule us by the charlatans that wanna run us.
All we are to them are paying fanboys of their poorly-written sci-fi franchise.
If I don't listen to my imaginary friend, why the fuck should I listen to yours?
People think their worship's some key to happiness. That's just how he owns you.
Even I'm not crazy enough to believe that distortion of reality.
So fuck God. He's not a good enough scapegoat for me."

Is any of it real? I mean, look at this. Look at it! A world built on fantasy. Synthetic emotions in the form of pills. Psychological warfare in the form of advertising. Mind-altering chemicals in the form of... food! Brainwashing seminars in the form of media. Controlled isolated bubbles in the form of social networks. Real? You want to talk about reality? We haven't lived in anything remotely close to it since the turn of the century. We turned it off, took out the batteries, snacked on a bag of GMOs while we tossed the remnants in the ever-expanding Dumpster of the human condition. We live in branded houses trademarked by corporations built on bipolar numbers jumping up and down on digital displays, hypnotizing us into the biggest slumber mankind has ever seen. You have to dig pretty deep, kiddo, before you can find anything real. We live in a kingdom of bullshit. A kingdom you've lived in for far too long. So don't tell me about not being real. I'm no less real than the fucking beef patty in your Big Mac.

any government that relies on violence to answer it's problems must be removed.

i'm afraid that one day the darkness surrounding my soul will win
my heart and mind is drowning in despair and sorrow