Fake Fur

by Bungler

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Can't deny it, modern music in general has become a monster. Whether for the better or worse, here's an album celebrating heavy music for what it is; noisy, loud, no rules.
Fake fur never grows.

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released October 3, 2014

Produced/Engineered by Mike Hatalak, 2014.

Joey Heid appears on "Gem" courtesy of The Teeth
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Patrick Galante appears on "Coffin Nails" courtesy of Affiance
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Mike Hatalak appears on "Black Widow i" courtesy of Wreckage/It Dies Today
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Bungler Buffalo, New York

Innerstrength Records. Nature Crew. Never not playing shows.
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Track Name: The Room
Rain stops mid air, for it will not touch me.
The shell of a man that's lost touch with the deep.
Strangled by happiness and shit out of luck,
Detaching from the reigns of a meaningless fuck.
I slept with death so I could know what she feels like.
Just waiting for life to rear it's ugly head and strike.
Strangled by happiness and shit out of luck.
Detaching from a meaningless fuck.
No room (x4)
Shit out of luck, shit out of luck, a meaningless fuck, shit out of luck.
Track Name: Gem
I've come to ask if you'll lend me your ear.
I'm not the type of coward to vocalize clear.
My inhibitions relieve another sort of restraint.
But they lack the common sincerity to wait. 
My tongue tied itself when it found out the news.
It sat in the back of my mouth and wouldn't moved till I refused.
So my words are stuck at the tip of it all,
Scared of heights, so don't wait for them to fall.
I've come to ask you if you'll lend me your fear.
You're not the type of coward to vocalize quite clear.
Your inhibitions relieve another sort of restraint.
But they lack the common sincerity to wait.
I want your shitty head on a platter.
Insignificant, your life doesn't matter.
A living disease that will die on his knees.
Fuck.
Yeah, we're too cruel to be damned
Yeah, like a jewel in quicksand
I'm meeting demands
With a knife in my hands
But don't get it twisted
Don't get it twisted
I've come to tell you that I'm taking your ear
If I chew it off and spit it out
We're not close to square but I've made myself clear.
You see, I look for meaning in every word when they come around.
So I can fool you and speak fluent bullshit without making a sound.
My dreams move just like the body that hurt me too good.
And now I'm a ship made of cheap wood.
Sink.
I can't trust this, no. 
I have nothing left.
I can't believe this, no.
It's happening again.
Track Name: Sticker Slap
I've got this paralyzingly fear that all my love will disappear.
The same way all my thoughts poured out when I cut off both my ears.
Return to me what I gave you.
You cut me up like a thorn.
Return to me what I gave you.
I am ready to mourn.
There's no sense of empathy hidden in these words.
Just a wall held up by shit and some shifty metal boards.
Paint my face up in the markings that they know.
Steal away my body and desecrate my soul.
Cultured in vile for a while I felt my skin peel away.
But my god what I would give to trade my stay.
And back and forth and front to back,
Every sentence takes it's toll.
There's no sense of empathy hidden in these words.
Just a wall held up by shit and some shifty metal boards.
But when my blood boils my skin stays cold.
But when my blood boils,
but when my blood boils, 
but when my blood boils,
my skin stays cold.
There's no sense of empathy hidden in these words.
Just a wall held up by shit and some shifty metal boards.
Just a wall,
Just a wall held.
Just a wall held up.
By shifty boards.
Track Name: Coffin Nails
I pushed some paper for a couple of years.
Coffin nails to shift my fears.
Nothing but drying happening in my bones.
Bent up.
Tension.
Pull apart by the sort.
A ten year meant for someone else,
That ended up in court.
Roses grow, but the grass is dying.
But I can see the offering.
A séance, ending endlessly.
I could take some faulty matches,
Burn some holes in all of my shoes.
I try to strike it but my hands won't move.
Lost all the vices that kept me wide awake.
Now all my dreams are made of partials and fakes.
Pushed some paper for a couple of years.
Coffin nails to shift my fears.
Nothing but drying happening in my bones.
Bent up.
Tension.
Pulled apart.
Track Name: Black Widow
I took all the ceiling panes out of my house.
Replaced with drying bones but we continue to douse.
Repeat and never end, stopping just to feel.
I can make it up, but I can't make it real.
And now we sit alone again, separating ourselves from the muscles we're in.
Separating our bodies.
Oh god can't help me now, I've got nowhere to turn.
He swept me under a rug and watched me as my body burned.
But I try and forget for the sake of it.
'Cause with nothing left, I believe bullshit.
We are too afraid of it all.
Just a city and a grave.
I stood up above it, and kept myself from sliding back down.
Separating our bodies.
Slowly replacing ignorance in the form of penitence.
Free from the things that my dirty skin made me believe that I could live in it.
One way ticket to hell, slipping on ice on the way down.
Track Name: Fake Fur
Fake fur on a fake wife
Fake weapons at a fake fight
Fake news with fake scenes
Fake everything on TV screens
Fake drunks at a fake bar
Fake feelings if you get that far 
Fake teeth in a fake mouth
Fake shit you shouldn't lie about
Fake neck under a fake head
Fake as fuck love in my fake as fuck bed
I enter this room with a notion of greed.
Too many things and too much shit I don't need.
And all I see is covered faces that seem too pure.
I am completely surrounded, surrounded by fake fucking fur.