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Lethal as Anything

by Partial Cell

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1.
Fangs 03:22
Baby rattlesnake Deadly adorable Orphan left to face A world so poor and cruel Cautiously you slink Across the desert plains With just your instinct And venom in your veins And if anyone asks your name You just flash them fangs Little rattlesnake You got a lot to learn These days, what’s real and what’s fake Ain’t easy to discern Pause before you strike To patiently assay Measuring the bite According to the prey And always wait ‘til they’re within range ‘Fore you flash them fangs Child, you may be slight But your bite Is as lethal as anything And the eagle circling overhead Who’d just as soon see you dead One day he’s gonna feel your sting And I know you feel alone And afraid Nestled there in the shade Just know it’s gonna be OK Baby rattlesnake Coiled up behind a stone Someday you will shake A rattle of your own But don’t be misled By those who rattle on Taking for granted The grounds they battle on Besides, a rattle won’t make a change No, a rattle won’t make a change You gotta use them fangs
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D.R.O.T. 04:02
Harness up the tumbrel Prepare the guillotine Rouse the rabble and alert the media machine We got another transgressor Who thought it fit to breach Our sacred law on some faulty notion of “free speech” It’s the digital reign of terror So don’t lose your head ‘Cause you might lose it all over some foolhardy shit you said Had us a revolution But it got ugly quick Posts embellished with the heads of the impolitic Who unwittingly lit the wick Now we got fear of expression In this fascist state One loose phrase, man that’s all it takes to seal your fate No thought to intent or context All details are compressed To a flat distortion easy for the masses to digest All humanity dispossessed Here in the digital… All it takes is a careless thought A crumb idly thrown to the birds Then off comes the head of another icon Who didn’t realize the weight of their words But who exactly set the scales? And who’s calculated the expense Of branding any edgy joke or controversial remark As a capital offense? And if you think it’s justified For your ideology to cohere Tell me what is an ideology worth That’s only held intact by fear? We don’t want your righteous fascism We don’t need no thought police Progressiveness imposed by coercion Isn’t progressive in the least We don’t want your bad faith politics Smearing shades of sharp contrast Your revolution is just another tyranny A haunting echo of the past
3.
Justice 04:42
I don’t give a damn about an afterlife Fade to black, that’s just fine with me What concerns me is those murderous thieves Getting off so easily Whether there’s a God above That I really cannot say But there’s got to be some way, somehow These evil dealings to repay ‘Cause there ain’t no justice in this life That much one can plainly see But give us justice in the next Lord, won’t you hear our plea Well there ain’t much use in hoping high Better off to lower your sights But oh to see those that hold us down Tumble from their lofty heights ‘Cause they build their castles to the sky With bricks made by our hands Our backs endure the growing weight Of their feudal demands They snatch the babe from its mother’s breast And finish off what’s left They stash their hoards while simple needs We common are bereft ‘Cause there ain’t no justice in this life That much one can plainly see But give us justice in the next Lord, won’t you hear our plea When I’m in that eternal rest No more shall I worry then But tonight I lie awake in bed Beset by thoughts of those evil men For every penny that they stole For every future they cut short Lord, reward them with a lash And make their suffering your sport ‘Cause there ain’t no justice in this life That much one can plainly see But give us justice in the next Lord, won’t you hear our plea
4.
Rusted Over 04:36
A philosophy without humility Is usually just a utility A means of profit or self-preservation Masquerading as inspiration You take a peaceful instrument And wield it like a deadly weapon Your shoes are shined and polished but your Sole’s caked with the bullshit you’ve been steppin’ in You say your mind is open but There’s guards posted outside every entrance Seems those who act most confident Are those with the heaviest defenses I’d like to salvage your frame But it’s rusted over Nothing fit to reclaim Ain’t it a damn shame A conviction without comprehension Is commonly just a convention A framework occupied for generations Badly in need of renovations The lengths gone to fortify A house whose foundation is eroding No doubt, you’ll still be hunkered down Inside when the charges start exploding I’d like to salvage your frame But it’s rusted over Nothing fit to reclaim Ain’t it a damn shame Rags, once robes of royalty Misguided brand loyalty Likeminded communities Franchise opportunities Blue-pilled, programmed progeny Relentless homogeny Big wheels keep on turning One day they’ll be burning
5.
Unicorn 03:58
Truth bends like a light refracted Passing through the walls of a prism Revealing an iridescent spectrum Harmony perceived as a schism The world you see in monochrome I see as kaleidoscopic Is it the size of the lens or the filter That makes your vision so myopic? Hey! Won’t you let it be? Off to find your unicorn of uniformity Hey! Seems to me Most every paradigm is just a parody Truth shifts like tiles on a puzzle cube Moving o’er a plane poly-sided A lifetime spent deciphering To get those swatches neatly divided This urge toward concrete certainty Assured in your finite comprehension Can you not see it’s a fallacy That sows not sense but dissension? Hey! Won’t you let it be? Off to find your unicorn of uniformity Hey! Seems to me Most every paradigm is just a parody Truth hangs like mist on the water So serene a cacophony of grays I once cried out for clarity But I’ve since grown accustomed to the haze Your dread of ambiguity Never wondering if the stakes had been contrived Not life, not death, just you and me And neither of us gonna make it out alive… Hey! Won’t you let it be? Off to find your unicorn of uniformity Hey! Seems to me Most every paradigm is just a parody

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Our debut EP!

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released September 17, 2019

Recorded by Davis McElwee at Sea Sick Studio in Santa Rosa, CA
Mixed by Jon Terwilliger
Mastered by Justin Weis at Trakworx in South San Francisco, CA

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Partial Cell Santa Rosa, California

Partial Cell is a non-genre-specific sonic entity from Sonoma County, CA. Welding an unlikely amalgam of acoustic guitar and synthesizer, we're working out a sound that can't be pinned down.

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