Track #4 of the #punk #conceptalbum told through the lens of cult #film. I'm not sure the connections between the songs will be apparent until you can take in everything, but they are they.

This one is FAWM ready, but it has some arrangement issues. Key among them is that my performance isn't dynamic enough. The show goes on.

Track 01. Welcome to Violence (FAWM '25) Track 02. Filthy & Divine Track 03. Track 04. Shrimp Plate Conspiracy Track 05. Track 06. Track 07. Track 08. Track 09. Track 10. Track 11. Track 12.

[VERSE] Rolling through viscera of a sleeping city Bathed in the moonlight of it's L.E.D. Out for a drive with no particular destination in mind.

Growl in the belly has me looking for options A little bite of something for my basic needs A corporate chain that's open late seems like a find.

[PRE] Hit the drive-thru Scan the screen One thousand options All the same Nothing looks To satisfy "Are you ready to order?" I reply

[CHORUS] (I'll have the) Shrimp plate conspiracy A side of hidden market strings A large scoop of coincidence poured over everything Wasn't really what I wanted But those were all options I had to choose from what was picked for me

[HOOK] Maybe not entirely what I had in mind But can't imagine what more I could desire.

[VERSE] Outside of the designated living hours Watching while the world restocks up it's power No intent just content to coast through this moment.

Cruiser in a shadow pulls me from my lull As the night light fights with a strobing purple A gentleman, with steely grin checks the firearm on his hip

[PRE] Pulled to the side Contemplate What infraction I went and did Hand over My identity "Know why I pulled you over?" I reply

[CHORUS] (might be the) Shrimp Plate Conspiracy I failed to yield to market strings Blew right through coincidence poured over everything I might have signaled an intention Then drove right past the entrance Wondering if an unknown option worked for me

[HOOK] Told to play it straight with longings or next time there'd be more than a warning

[BRIDGE] A patch of dark for tonights home, drive too much the less you know That onslaught of attention grabbing, narrows down imagination Fog of sleep, stole my conscious, dreamt something ridiculous An alien travelling space and time, connecting dots of this design

Said what's really going on most people can not see...

[CHORUS] Shrimp Plate Conspiracy perception shaped by market strings Transparent hands polishing the necessitated everything Desire any options That serves the masters wanting Then thank them for the opportunities

[HOOK] Anything else is just a fantasy