Play It As It Lies

by Set The Charge

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Jesse Anderson This one is quite relatable. Well written, mellow vibe is interesting and a fresh spin on things. Favorite track: Broken Record Broken Soul.
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Play It As It Lies is a demo/album recorded in a live studio session. This is an honest representation of the band in it's raw form. Consisting of guitars, vocals and drums.

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released November 10, 2013

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Set The Charge Port Chester, New York

Set The Charge is two brothers from a small town in Westchester, Ny that play as loud as they can. Equipped with nothing more than a guitar, a voice and a drum set.

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Track Name: Play It As It Lies
Play It As It Lies

Are there answers somewhere in the lunacy?
Perhaps a way to escape?
But if presented with solutions who's to say
we'll all agree?
The problem's in the crutch that keeps
our healing away.
Ego's in the fray.
And we hate 'cause we fear all
our differences.
We're on our way.

Play it as it lies
Bring us down to size
Play it as it lies

The truth is always center stage but the spot light
is pointing at your eyes.

Is there satisfaction in blind rage?
Driven by what's on your TV
You seem more concerned with
who approves
then what you say

Formulating opinions based
solely on both sides of the coin
It's either you're head or you're tails
Red or you're Blue, Black or you're white,
Divided by a double edged sword
That tells you, you're wrong and
you're WRONG.

Play it as it lies
Bring us down to size
Play it as it lies

The truth is always center stage
but the spot light is pointing at your eyes.

The truth is always center stage
but the spot light is pointing at your eyes.
Track Name: Hindsight Artist
Hindsight Artist

There's my mistakes
There are the reminders
There is a passerby that just doesn't care
'Cause on his own blank canvass
he's about to illustrate a deep despair
he's about to reveal a struggle far from rare

If there was a way to start me over,
I'd finally put better use to wisdom learned too late
erase, erase
If there was a way to draw it all over,
I'd finally put better use to the vision gained too late
too late, too late

Why hide it?
Why fight it?
You can dress it up or you can leave it bare.
They'll find it funny
They'll stop laughing
And in an instant it'll be like you were never there.
In a moment it'll feel like we were never here.

If there was a way to start me over,
I'd finally put better use to wisdom learned too late
erase, erase
If there was a way to draw it all over,
I'd finally put better use to the vision gained too late
too late, too late

There's no way to erase (too late, too late)
But plenty of room to create (create, create)

Art is in the way we mix the colors
we didn't choose.
Track Name: Broken Record Broken Soul
Broken Record Broken Soul

What else is there to dig for?
When will it be enough?
I'm sick of talking about the past
but it just keeps coming up.

See, I got some habits
spawned from other habits
their origin unknown
my memory overflown

Dangerous thoughts that
back me in a corner,
feeling so alone,
to that I am prone

Maybe I'm mad at the way I was raised
my parents bore gifts, genetically exchanged
for years of irregular pain
years of irregular pain
Maybe I'm mad at my lack of self defense
life dealt cards that made no sense,
equating to years of irregular pain
years of irregular pain

There's no one new to cry to,
my loved ones heard it all
It's not that they don't care for me,
they got problems of their own

I got some habits
spawned from other habits
their origin unknown
my memory disowned

Dangerous thoughts that
back me in a corner,
feeling so alone,
to that I am prone

Maybe I'm mad at the way I was raised
my parents bore gifts, genetically exchanged
for years of irregular pain
years of irregular pain
Maybe I'm mad at my lack of self defense
life dealt cards that made no sense,
equating to years of irregular pain
years of irregular pain

Exercise the rage,
seek and destroy the place
that plays the broken record,
broken soul, broken soul
encaged

Exercise the rage,
seek and destroy the place
that plays the broken record,
broken soul, broken soul
encaged

Maybe I'm mad at the grim circumstance,
life writes songs that mock my stance,
accounting for years of irregular pain
years of irregular pain

Exercise the rage,
seek and destroy the place
that plays the broken record,
broken soul, broken soul
encaged
Track Name: Double Life
Double Life

I don't feel ready but I gotta go
My heart is heavy, better let it show
I got a need to be in front of you

For no reason
For every reason

Not sure why, but the story must be told

My day to day is not today, not tonight
The future and the past is fake.
It's like a double life but all the
memories are rather vague
All that matters is the stage.

I feel like I'm only 2 minutes old
what came before this, I don't know
But I know I got a need to be in front of you

For no reason
For every reason

Not sure why, but the story must be told

My day to day is not today, not tonight
The future and the past is fake.
It's like a double life but all the
memories are rather vague
All that matters is the stage.
Track Name: Take Me For A Killer
Take Me For A Killer

If a broken heart is murderous
take me for a killer
take me for the enemy
chase me back to tragedy

It's not my fault I lost it all,
that burning in my soul
And to my feet you took a fall,
knocked down your inner walls

If a taste of lust is scandalous
take me for a sinner
take me for the enemy
chase me back to sanity

It's not my fault I lost it all,
that burning in my soul
And to my feet you took a fall,
knocked down your inner walls

Oh the taste of lust is scandalous
take me for a sinner
and if a broken heart is murderous
take me for a killer

Locked, to be exact
dead set to hold you back


So the taste of lust is scandalous
take me for a sinner
And a broken heart is murderous
take me for a killer

A killer
A killer
Track Name: Comical
Comical

Oh, there's artificial flavored party favors
as I watch the world roll passed the window
Oh, there's a paper poncho fashion for slave labor
as I watch the world roll passed the window

As I watch the world roll passed the window.

And I find it kinda comical
just to think that this is all you'd rather do
You know, I find it kinda comical
just to think that this is all that's left for you

Oh, there's a child whose child's without a father
as I watch the world roll passed the window
Oh, there's a two faced liar caught on fire
as I watch the world roll passed the window

And I find it kinda comical
just to think that this is all you'd rather do
You know, I find it kinda comical
just to think that this is all that's left for you

There's little room for compromise
when identity's so falsified
that wrecking ball is on a single thread

There's never any compromise
while everything is so caramelized
we'd rather die than open up our eyes

And I find it all so comical.
Track Name: Just the End of the World
Just the End of the World

Must be a polar shift
Category 10 in your face
is it the government with an evil plan in place?
We've heard the prophecies
now we're getting a taste
but Who will meet the finish line in this human race?

We got smoke screens, glassy eyes
everyone's afraid to die
but no one wants to consciously decide
Fast food preferred by all the growing boys and girls
and top 40's got a lasso on their minds

And all the reality TV bitches on the screen - is it any surprise they're the first to scream?

Now now, no need to worry - It's Just the End of the World
Now now, no need to hurry - It's Just the End of the World
Who will meet the finish line in this human race?

Everything is processed
like modern music and food
all we hear and consume has been re-used.
Served from the microwave
passed off as my favorite dish
but I got no appetite because our planet's on the fritz.

We got a world war clashing with the winds of mother earth
Unnatural and natural terror in the works
A collaborative effort to reduce mankind
and insure the remaining few are kept in line

And all the tough guys on World Star Hip Hop fighting - is it any surprise they're the first to be frightened?

Now now, no need to worry - It's Just the End of the World
Now now, no need to hurry - It's Just the End of the World
Who will meet the finish line in this human race?

NO ONE MEETS THE FINISH LINE IN THIS HUMAN RACE.
Track Name: Voice
Voice

I know you're in the trenches
they're etched somewhere deep inside
where the battles rage, bombs and all
you watch your thoughts die
still you manage to stay awake
you must be fighting for a reason

A reason

What are we afraid of?
Tell me, why are we so coy?
Oh, the things you won't say
to avoid your real voice
Your colors could be true, friend
no need to live in black and white
I think it's time we understand
it's all going to be alright
we can do without the fight

Sad to think we still feel alone
you think we'd all know better
much of life goes unexplained
and we all feel the pressure
your exterior is tough
won't you loosen up if you could

If you could

What are we afraid of?
Tell me, why are we so coy?
Oh, the things you won't say
to avoid your real voice
Your colors could be true, friend
no need to live in black and white
I think it's time we understand
it's all going to be alright
we can do without the fight

Confusion and morality
questions sexuality
bothered by the stress
of what's expected of society

Distorted perception
misinterpretation,
a lack of vision
money driven

Get us out of this hell
Get us out of this hell

What are we afraid of?
Tell me, why are we so coy?
Oh, the things you won't say
to avoid your real voice
Your colors could be true, friend
no need to live in black and white
I think it's time we understand
it's all going to be alright

What are we afraid of?
Why are we so coy?
Oh, the things you'll never say
to avoid your real voice

Oh, you got a choice
You got a fucking choice.