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1.
consider this a sincere warning, start adding up your sins and bury all your innocence alive beside the embers, the gospel of torment with everything you know embedded and forgotten just show me where to find mercy on this page sound the alarm over doubt’s ascension we’re losing ground with or without His name so take these razorblades and learn to swallow embrace the aftermath we will show the world the truth behind god fearing eyes watch us ignite the kerosene that binds the bitter end, unveil the witness safe within lest we forget grey skies will sing of bullet-wounded wings signal defeat and justify release guide me through this lurid council, shelter me from disdain this sacrificial fashion is more than we can evade please tell me WE create the “truth” we are not devices, we are not their fuel
2.
I’m shaking my head in disbelief all I see are the same tricks, same lies, nothing but insider trading politics leaders from now and throughout the past left our values for last. just to make their profits their primary task the distance between our interest is growing greater. unstable balance reinforce the malice we just can’t afford let’s take out all the anger on some empty bottles. drink until we sink. here’s to all our fucked up problems. so orwell was right, your god is a fraud, and the one percent won yeah orwell was right, big brother was wrong to assume that our discontent was ever long gone was it just denial, or have we become blind? maybe more complacent to misplace control over our own lives. I guess we should’ve seen the warning. when the high tides along the horizon came crashing in and swept away the remains of our rights respect existence, or expect resistance
3.
concrete box-spring, filthy trash mattress vacant stomach, desperate eyes whoa, it’s ten below outside before the wind chill the shelters are all full and the overpass has collapsed whoa, i wish the banks would too, the way they overdraft you, fuckin' don’t help the struggle to stay afloat oh-oh-oh the dream is over there’s no escape tonight whoa-oh one more shot of poison there’s no escape tonight her sign reads homeless mother of two but it’s just a part-time job yeah, praying that it won’t come true, these stamps don’t buy enough food oh, the shame that she must feel, a beggar, not a junkie, not a waste of my spare change for food or addiction? no escape tonight no place to go when you’re invisible
4.
my solemn message for the nation’s youth foretelling death to 600,000 patriot souls that they’ll select your sacrifice won’t be forgotten or in vain so let freedom reign the fever begins to boil the drumming of war hawks roars the rivers all turn to blood for our leaders it’s just a game we’ll demand justice next time they draft us if the cause is so righteous, their kids can fight first it’s corruption we kill for don’t you love the smell of napalm in the morning mist? just like victory itself one 500 pound bomb for every man, woman, and child in the world so let freedom rain from the skies it’s corruption we kill for it’s corruption they lie for it’s corruption we die for let’s go
5.
lodged in my brain, the same song resonates for years sludge in my ears (ringing in my ears) these rancid waves, these rancid waves lodged in my brain the same song these rancid waves, these rancid waves whoa-oh guilt is like a bag of fucking bricks all you gotta do is set it down, set it down took it all for granted, i’ve only got myself to forgive for this, I’m a selfish hateful prick kill the power and shut you out, shut you out i’ll never live this down, please let me drown you can’t burn the pictures you never took can’t drink away no memories
6.
they finally found a way to cloak the truth. surreptitious greedy economical moves. these glorified solutions, only seem to fuel the blaze. ashes from their past are left to dust and swept away. history stuck on repeat, as the country screams we submit defeat. to channel after channel, same god, same infomercials for apocryphal pyramid schemes. overgrowth of failures render us all victim. this debt is placed to enslave each moment and every decision. our future held on a string. one policy one mandate. dilute news to flush us all down the same drain.
7.
erase every name from the scriptures you hold so dear let these flames be your salvation tonight through the temple, through the veil through the hands of god this virus spreads at will a comatose celestial lie who holds the key now? enslaved, they pray at your expense so many voices drowned and lost in the shadows of moral dissent break down, (break down) the works of fiction and impound the life you lived and lost in vain bury the lies, sever the ties open your eyes, rebuild your fate there are wounds you can never stitch up or evade when we divide the world between darkness and light we take on the attributes of those (of those) who we oppose and as free will fades, you’ll find no peace in silence only submissions, corruption and questions take back back your own faith live life your own way take back your own faith live life for yourself, your own way
8.
let us revise all chemical issues when every desperate voice without a sound (is reminded, indicted, locked up and choked behind it) help me find peace by circulating this disease through the veins of every innocent bystander at the scene if there is any chance of redemption, I’ve yet to see no time for an explanation, no time for greater themes when broken, every promise and lie unspoken breathes life through me to carry this weight alone until the end, who will follow? (divided, misguided, only the uninvited) and after all is said and done the vagrant needles meant to sew will reap exposing every wound beneath is this the way it would feel to pray with severed hands? drained of life; this vice can’t be all I’ve anchored hope wearing thin to kill it all is to transcend i’ve been waiting with arms half-raised and now the time has come to re-ignite every parasite, every rivalry, yeah every rivalry inside everyone daring us to believe
9.
no warning when the avalanche hits it’s everyday, the same damn marathon race back to sleep disrupted by the starting gun sunrise to set, i drag my limbs up icy cliffs can’t catch my breath at altitude the air’s much too thin i glance down, see buried up to his neck a fellow climber- frozen, dead but i’m too numb too react no chance to make a break for it. is this my fate? no warning when the avalanche hits surprise freight train, so cold snow packed, brain freeze, so cold no chance to make a break for it. is this my fate? i’ll take my chances with regret is this my fate? get up! right now!
10.
so here we are again, under the skies of a country divided by war and by greed we remain a mirror image of the burning flags we set ablaze with every conflict, we drift apart we close our eyes and let the gunfire signal the start and turn a blind eye as they fill more unknown soldiers’ graves so many dying to line all of our politicians’ pockets with crimson gold while we still wait for change until we see the day our lives mean more than profits rising we’re only votes cast into a sea of fear another tally in a poll for the fiscal year how many caskets can we drape with red, white and blue? how many families destroyed before they get a fucking clue? superstition is all we know in wake of our ambition we have no integrity to show we, as a nation have become a viral threat to all progression a sea of rifles just waiting to unload
11.
one glimpse of her reflection incites violent scathing hot eruptions of acid in her throat a perfect shell’s worth some hollow pain just one destructive symptom of the pressure we all fight to strive for the superficial beauty they define our lust is culture conditioned oh, how ironic! struck blind! yet discovered the key to this prison of insecurity if you don’t fight for your mind who controls your body? fuckin tv ads and fake tits on that big screen history shows mutilation works wonders to repair the flaws our mother nature gave that make assholes stare now it’s plastic surgical precision compared to brutal practices like 4-inch bound feet or 13 golden neck rings to elongate it’s length would you say we’ve progressed much past gruesome? hidden track: if you cut me off in traffic, i will follow you home. fuck you!

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released November 4, 2012

jordan - guitar / vocals
jimmy - bass / vocals
nick - drums

recorded, mixed, and mastered by chris fogal at black in bluhm studio.

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