by Braineater

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Braineater's debut EP, released by Sun Chariot Records.

"This is a very encouraging EP. It shows a band who are putting a slightly different spin on a well-worn sound, and one that has a lot of character and personality to boot."
- Wonderbox Metal

"[Reclusive is] a good display of what unrecognised power Braineater has stirring deep down inside, and for that Reclusive is worth getting for the sake of becoming familiar with this trio."
- Apoch's Metal Review


released May 15, 2015

Bret Finkelstein - Guitar/Vocals
Joney Taylor - Bass/Vocals
Jacob Reynolds - Drums/Vocals

Engineered, Mixed, and Mastered by James Acton.



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Track Name: Generation Greed
Generation: Greed
Degradation creed

Every day we slave away trying to make ends meet
Scraping up enough cash to pay the bills and eat
While the one percent sits and laughs on the top floor
Watching cash reel in from us, we are their fucking whores

They're rich from the work that we put in
Laughing as their wallet fattens

Build a false morale so we work hard and greaten their pay
Make us believe they're in the right for making us slaves

We aren't as stupid as they think
But we still have to make ends meet

I am sick of sweating and being exhausted all of the time
All to not make enough to even get by
We work endlessly, this injustice needs to end
While they cruise around in their Mercedes-Benz

They're the same as you and I
Take away sustenance, we die

Incarcerate the opposition though petty crimes they will
Not giving a single fuck of our health or how we feel

Mouth shut, don't let us say a word
Move along, cattle prod the herd

Tell me why you are someone I'm expected to worship
I don't care if you're the guy that signs my skimpy paycheck

Generation Greed
Degradation creed (x4)

This isn't right
We must fight
For a livable wage
End this bitter age

Sick of being a slave
Give us more pay (x2)
Track Name: Under the Shroud
Tell me what I want to hear
leave me horrified
Show me the corpses
I promise not to shut my eyes

Mangled Pedestrians
crushed under the wheel
Onlookers shocked
how the families must feel…

This just in
Justin Bieber got a trim

Beheaded mother, a son gone insane
Smile at the camera, with that shit eating grin
Don’t mind the war, the poverty, the greed
Eat up the bull shit that the news crew feeds


Perpetually seeing red
Police blew off his head
Blood soaked images fill our minds
Is it safe to go outside?

One after another the tragedies add up
Fill me with fear, how badly are we fucked?
Blood in the headlines, death, the front page
A blindfold for this corrupt age

Distracted by this so-called news
too much to realize
the real horrors of life

Why the fuck
do people care
for celeb lives
and Bieber’s hair?

Majorities hoaxed without a clue
Your views add to their dirty revenue

Look under the shroud
There’s far worse than murders and drama.

Smash your TV
Reclaim your brain
Believe what you see Destroy their reign
Track Name: One Nation, Under Gunpoint
Enforce the law
with a full clip
unload it on
the innocent

50,000 volts should calm them down
Shove their bloody face to the ground
Murders legal when you wear a badge
If they’re unarmed, call for dispatch

I can’t bear
the screams of pain
from victims
of the police
Shot and killed
what fucking for?
They’re unarmed
You’re armed for war

Their badges are bloodstained
why do we let this remain?
Track Name: Drenched in Poison Opulence
Wealth is the American Dream
Getting rich is the grand scheme
The dollar signs have you in their grasp
You’re consumed, they own your ass

Basque in cash
Is that what you want?

To be rich
Is that your one dream?

Life isn’t
Your fucking paycheck
You’re in the dark

Consumed, engrossed
Poisoned by opulence
Wasted life

Drown in lust for cash
Hide away your stash
Your mind is a blur
Green, the only color

Hail the dollar sign
It controls, it consumes, from birth, to the tomb
A herd of greedy swine
Live your life, for a bill, fiends like you, I want to kill
Superficial dream
Gluttonous, selfishness, greediness, ravenous
Monetary regime
Drenched in poison, opulence, empty headed, no consciousness

Dollar bills control the weak
what they do, what they think,
Drenched in poison wealth are they
Every single *fucking* wasted day
Track Name: Sullen
In my own realm of thoughts
the voices of others tuned out
I drown myself in my mind

I can’t stand the ignorance
I can’t stand the annoyance
I am filled with a sickness
I am filled with intolerance

For the plastic smiles
and desperation for attention
I’m within my own retention
I’m my own prevention

Sullen of what you do
No care for your point of view
You are nothing to me
But a nuisance, a feeble minded specimen

Uninterested in social convocation
Brimmed with frustration
I just want to think
My head is my home