Biography:
Direct Hit is a pop punk band from Milwaukee, WI. Beginning in 2008, they released a series of EPs through their bandcamp, from which a full-length, "Domesplitter," was eventually compiled in 2011. Direct Hit's second full-length, "Brainless God," was released in September 2013 on Red Scare Industries. Most recently, the band signed to Fat Wreck Chords for the release of their third album, "Wasted Mind."
Between 2010 and 2012, the band also contributed songs to split EPs shared with Mixtapes
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Other songs:
- A Message For The Angels Part Ii
- A Message For The Angels Pt I
- Another Dimension
- Artificial Confidence
- Back To The Tower
- Bad Answer
- Bank Of Elevators
- Bleach Music
- Bliss Addiction
- Boredom Addict
- Brain Surgery
- Brainless God
- Buried Alive
- Buy Me A Drink
- Captain Asshole
- Chemical Ability
- Choke
- Different Universe
- Disassemble
- Do The Sick
- Domesplitter
- Failed Invasion Acoustic
- First Train Out
- Forced To Sleep
- Getting What He Asked For
- Heaven Is A Black Hole
- Home To You
- Hospital For Heroes
- I Told You A Lie
- In Orbit
- Kingdom Come
- Life In Hell
- Living Dead
- Losing Faith
- Mom And Dad
- Monster In The Closet
- More Of The Same
- Mutant Drunk
- On And On
- Perfect Black
- Promised Land
- Satan Says
- Snickers Or Reeses
- Something We Wont Talk About
- The Problem
- The World Is Ending No One Cares
- They Came For Me
- Through The Windshield Holding Hands
- Villain Alcoholic
- Was It The Acid
- We Are Alone
- Welcome To Heaven
- Were Fucked
- Werewolf Shame
- White Robes
- You And I Are Nothing But Lies
Four years of hard work!This month of May we celebrated four years on the air. We continue working on the dissemination of this wonderful instrument, thank you for participating in our story!
[Intro]
A
[Verse 1]
A D A
Wrong place, wrong time again
D F#
Wrong way, on home to the dead
A E
Corpses, in darkness float up to heaven
D F#
Throw shadow above our heads
A D
Crown of nothing to kiss
E
The cup of numb awaits their lips
N.C.
FUCK YOU GET PUMPED!
[Interlude]
A
[Verse 2]
A D A
Slipped in to a different universe
D F#
Synced in, no need to be rehearsed
A E
Soft skin from liquid coats consciousness
D F#
Rotting minds in the afterlife
A D E
Promise, you'll see me for who I am
A
I'll let you too
[Interlude]
F# A
F# A
F# A
D E A
[Chorus]
A
We want to sleep
D
It's time to wake up
A
We've thought to keep disguises, Enough
D E
Of this charade, it all feels the same
F#
We can tell that you feel dismayed
A
We can tell that your heart wants it
F#
We can tell that your mind's made up
A
We can tell that your conscious kicked in
F#
We can tell that you wanna be left alone
A
We can tell that you looked back down
D
We can tell that you're turning yourself around
E
We can tell that you're mining your way into
A
Another hell, would you
[Bridge]
A
Just watch and sleep?
D
It's time to wake up
D
The thought to keep
A
Disguises disgusts
A
Us all who fall
D E
Through darkness untouched
A
Your heaven is just a crutch
[Outro]
A D
I want to sleep, and then to wake up
D
This thought to keep
A
Disguised is enough
A
And this charade
D E
It all feels the same
A
Fuckin' right we feel dismayed
A
[Verse 1]
A D A
Wrong place, wrong time again
D F#
Wrong way, on home to the dead
A E
Corpses, in darkness float up to heaven
D F#
Throw shadow above our heads
A D
Crown of nothing to kiss
E
The cup of numb awaits their lips
N.C.
FUCK YOU GET PUMPED!
[Interlude]
A
[Verse 2]
A D A
Slipped in to a different universe
D F#
Synced in, no need to be rehearsed
A E
Soft skin from liquid coats consciousness
D F#
Rotting minds in the afterlife
A D E
Promise, you'll see me for who I am
A
I'll let you too
[Interlude]
F# A
F# A
F# A
D E A
[Chorus]
A
We want to sleep
D
It's time to wake up
A
We've thought to keep disguises, Enough
D E
Of this charade, it all feels the same
F#
We can tell that you feel dismayed
A
We can tell that your heart wants it
F#
We can tell that your mind's made up
A
We can tell that your conscious kicked in
F#
We can tell that you wanna be left alone
A
We can tell that you looked back down
D
We can tell that you're turning yourself around
E
We can tell that you're mining your way into
A
Another hell, would you
[Bridge]
A
Just watch and sleep?
D
It's time to wake up
D
The thought to keep
A
Disguises disgusts
A
Us all who fall
D E
Through darkness untouched
A
Your heaven is just a crutch
[Outro]
A D
I want to sleep, and then to wake up
D
This thought to keep
A
Disguised is enough
A
And this charade
D E
It all feels the same
A
Fuckin' right we feel dismayed
Dirk Michaelis
Dirk Powell
Dirk Quitschau
Dirk Witte
Dirlewanger
Disagree
Disappear Fear
Discharge
Disciples
Discipline