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End Regions
03:49
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End Regions
The years stop complaining
With it, the light that breaks your fall at the end
This thought won’t compose a glorious outcome
Your sins were never bought or sold
This thought won’t compose a glorious outcome
The dirt awaits among the forever dead
The broken hearts that follow
Washing their, cleansing their hands until dawn
You won’t get your halo
These mistakes have been created
A frame of life distracted by your grieving
This thought won’t compose a glorious outcome
The dirt awaits among the forever dead
The broken hearts that follow
Washing their, cleansing their hands until dawn
You won’t get your halo
Pulling wires down from the bell
Closing blinds and smashing bulbs
Clenching teeth until they crack
Give them hell until they react
This thought won’t compose a glorious outcome
The dirt awaits among the forever dead
The willing follow with no hope for redemption
The blind the only one’s successfully led
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Log Computer
03:45
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Log Computer
What’s worked before
but may have been forgotten
Are we running in circles?
Playing round robin
Romancing notions of log computer
Built on fire
Built on water
Built on valor
What's been successful?
Father time erased
Shrouded in red tape
plotting your escape
Unpolished stone built this city
Cave man committee
Prehistoric and sitting pretty
Past builds the future
History loses shape
Unrecognizable
Dictated by mistake
Romancing notions of log computer
Built on fire
Built on water
Built on valor
What’s made the difference
With progress at stake
The willing fake madness
The mad accept their fate
Unpolished stone built this city
cave man committee,
Prehistoric and sitting pretty
Unpolished streets underneath our feet
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Existential Risk
04:34
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Existential Risk
The knowledge of old has grown stale
Fate of a race falling like hail
Commence the parade of human decay
March to the beat of a binary mandate
The plan has gone wrong
Clearing heads like a gun
Our place in sun
Falls prey to another one
Ask and you shall receive
A thousand lifetimes to live and to breathe
Experiments crossed the line of remorse
Breed thoughts of forward motion
Youth granted at a stellar price
The new messiah may now suffice
The plan has gone wrong
Clearing heads like a gun
Our place in sun
Falls prey to another one
Ask and you shall receive
A thousand lifetimes to live and to breathe
I can feel the heat, and feel the drift
Sky will fall, ground will thaw
Bury you in
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Irish Goodbye
03:48
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Irish Goodbye
Each time you sacrifice what’s right as daytime spawns from night
See yourself falling down
All the ways we choose to lose ideals that we hold true
See ourselves underground
Every chance i get to make sure failure’s a safe bet
See myself falling down underground
Striking when the iron is hot
Hiding when the world get cold
Drowning all the souls you forgot
Lying when the feeling gets old
Each time you cross that line because it seems so serpentine
See yourself falling down
All the hurt we deal because we’ve forgotten how to feel
See ourselves underground
And every lie I spit comes back I just can’t carry it
See myself falling down underground
Striking when the iron is hot
Hiding when the world get cold
Drowning all the souls you forgot
Lying when the feeling gets old
Hiding when the world get cold
Lying when the feeling gets old
Burning the years off
You lit your candle, and it burned your rope
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A Stubborn Hem
06:22
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A Stubborn Hem
If I left you again, would you stay by my side
Love built on convenience, I can’t deny
What is and always will be, red is the shade of your name
My bags I will never unpack
And laugh as you wither and crack
While regret has it’s knife in your back
At what cost will you repent
The walls that once kept the pure from the foul
Lost in time while we slept under the clouds
When everything has been said, red is the shade of your name
My bags I will never unpack
And laugh as you wither and crack
While regret has it’s knife in your back
At what cost will you repent
Wide awake as you fall from grace
We’re wading in danger up to our knees
Cradled and tossed and fed to the breeze
The water keeps rising
These efforts are fruitless
Our vessel’s in need
What screws were breaking
Have we kept them
Have they lost their thread
Stripped and rusted, a stubborn hem
It’s all inside our head
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With four full tours, an LP, EP, and a 7" all conquered in the last 2 years, this trio show no signs of slowing down. They have material released on Teenage Disco Bloodbath(Ramming Speed, Engineer, Finisher) and Intense Human Victories. They recently completed a five song EP now out on GypsyBlood Records. On tour in October with The Atlas Moth. ... more
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