Brownwall

In the cold of the mountain Life can stay safe Cryogenic mansion In the wake of heat wave Be there to pry me loose To mourn to golden Unlock the primordial Send new life in motion Speak through ice and laughter The nation in graves Or so they say through the walls now So flimsy in grief We pay We pay Speak through ice and laughter The nation in graves Or so they say through the walls now So flimsy in grief The days are insane now As the liquid sweats us out A broken chain is mended By the waterspout Watch all the newly born Adjust eyes to the dark In the deeper channels A newfangled ark Speak through ice and laughter The nation in graves Or so they say through the walls now So flimsy in grief Steve Murphy - Drums, Guitar Nick Nunziata - Guitar, Bass, Vocals

All the pieces fit together Seems easy from the outside But the sausage is made In absentia forever But why even try All they see is the puzzle So intricately prepared before Now a tapestry for all And then it begins anew But why even try In the words of the fallen man “I’ve lost the spark” “Reach inside me” “Find me frozen” “Thaw this being” “I remember” “I remember” I remember I remember I remember Steve Murphy - Drums, Bass, Guitar, Backing Vocals Nick Nunziata - Guitar, Vocals

There's one way to know where tastebuds grow to find their happy place A place like Valhalla except loaded with protein, magnesium, and arganine Made with love and tenderness on a farm just south of Heaven Futterman's place Where peanuts dance like fairies Fairies Lightly salted Light in the loafer Futterman's Peanut Butter Micah Robinson - Bass, Guitar Nick Nunziata - Vocals Steve Murphy - Guitar John Makarewicz - Drums

Soldiers climb down from the cypress Some too young to drink his wine Trembling inside the warbirds Living on the faultline Dying on the front line Earthquake Dr. Mastermind Earthquake Dr. Mastermind Living on the faultline Dying on the front line Earthquake Dr. Mastermind Roller roller roller, doctor! Hear them them call his name Dr. Mastermind Roller roller roller, doctor! Hear them them call his name Dr. Mastermind Roller roller roller, doctor! Hear them them call his name Dr. Mastermind Piled high above the prairie Eyes exposed to wind and rain Cattle call of expendable Living on the faultline Dying on the front line Earthquake Dr. Mastermind Earthquake Dr. Mastermind Living on the faultline Dying on the front line Earthquake Dr. Mastermind Roller roller roller, doctor! Hear them them call his name Dr. Mastermind Roller roller roller, doctor! Hear them them call his name Dr. Mastermind Roller roller roller, doctor! Hear them them call his name Dr. Mastermind Soldiers climb Some say doctor is a gypsy Some say doctor is the devil Living on the faultline Dying on the front line Earthquake Dr. Mastermind Earthquake Dr. Mastermind Living on the faultline Dying on the front line Earthquake Dr. Mastermind Nick Nunziata - Guitar, Vocals Micah Robinson - Guitar Steve Murphy - Drums, Bass, Guitar, Backing Vocals

Tired of walking This planet earth is a trampoline Trampling and feeling mean Stealing steam Find a flame Extinguishing Jump Killer Jump Killer, now Jump Killer Jump Killer, now Jump Killer Jump Killer, now Finding peace at altitude I’m seeing sights and they’re seeing me Jump Killer Jump Killer, now Jump Killer Jump Killer, now Jump Killer Jump Killer, now Jump Killer Jump Killer, now Jump Killer Jump Killer, now Jump Killer Jump Killer, now Steve Murphy - Guitar, Bass Nick Nunziata - Drums, Vocals Micah Robinson - Guitar

Creeping sideways only my way Forging ahead a grid at a time Stealing what we can from the vault, oh! Creeping sideways only my way Everything I do is with dexterity Stealing what we can from the vault, oh! On the parchment a crude drawn map Takes me to the central hub Blind my eyes with all this loot Stealing what we can from the vault, oh! Steve Murphy - Drums, Guitar Nick Nunziata - Bass, Guitar, Vocals

I love the silence and the stares In your eye In your sleep In your weakness Silent and grave Silent and grave Silent and grave Here’s some salt to pour on the wound For the kind of love you cannot tame Your eyes are here but your heart’s abroad But the babies are fine The babies are fine Sing a love song and the song’s a dirge But all signs are tuned to point to strange You’re old school but you’ll fold soon Because the babies are fine The babies are fine I love the time we spent In the mines In the fields In the day Unprotected Unrestricted Silent and grave Silent and grave Here’s some salt to pour on the wound For the kind of love you cannot tame Your eyes are here but your heart’s abroad But the babies are fine The babies are fine Sing a love song and the song’s a dirge But all signs are tuned to point to strange You’re old school but you’ll fold soon Because the babies are fine The babies are fine The babies are fine The babies are fine The babies are fine The babies are fine Here’s some salt to pour on the wound For the kind of love you cannot tame Your eyes are here but your heart’s abroad But the babies are fine The babies are fine Sing a love song and the song’s a dirge But all signs are tuned to point to strange You’re old school but you’ll fold soon Because the babies are fine The babies are fine Steve Murphy - Drums Carl a Cunningham - Bass Micah Robinson - Guitar Nick Nunziata - Guitar, Vocals

Every sign sends a message Every sign speaks fair It’s just not the sign that they’ve given you I know your heart has been broken But not by me Pretend the world aspires to be fair Even though we both know the truth Every a bone a conductor Every heartbeat in your ear All begging you to shield yourself From all who look like me Join me for the continuing float Baptize in these primordial clouds The graceful energy The fleeting safety Stand in this beam of light The stark contrast removes allure I stand with the plug in my hand You carry the weight of everyone Who came to play and lost This time is different I’m in the spotlight too Join me for the continuing float Baptize in these primordial clouds The graceful energy The fleeting safety Join me for the continuing float Baptize in these primordial clouds Steve Murphy - Drums, Bass, Guitar, Backing Vocals Nick Nunziata - Guitar, Vocals

There's no one left to caress my inner child Constant berating tells me if I'm sane or not I seem to have lost my way While night shadows play I seem to have lost my way While night shadows play Your laws are fragile when I touch my feet to ground When I spread my wings they'll come crashing down I seem to have lost my way While night shadows play I seem to have lost my way While night shadows play Night shadows play Night shadows play Night shadows play Forty-thousand years have led to this day The moon still rises, the sun still shines But Cole has run away I seem to have lost my way While night shadows play I seem to have lost my way While night shadows play I miss Cole Steve Murphy - Drums, Bass, Backing Vocals Micah Robinson - Guitar Carl Cunningham - Guitar Nick Nunziata - Guitar, Vocals

Turn the key on instant sex appeal Disregard the hairs on the back of your neck You just dipped your life in fire Failed to recognize the warning signs Because you're suddenly a high-toned son of a bitch Instantly violently she's got it all The looks, the chrome, and the whitewalls No room for competition In the fire On the highway In the scrapyard In the fire On the highway In the scrapyard The lasting impression is the last impression Leaves a trail that looks like blood This is love and it's squeezing fast This is love and it's squeezing fast This is love and it's squeezing fast No room for competition In the fire On the highway In the scrapyard If there's a Fury you know her name In the fire On the highway In the scrapyard If there's a Fury you know her name In the fire On the highway In the scrapyard If there's a Fury you know her name In the fire On the highway In the scrapyard If there's a Fury you know her name Steve Murphy - Drums Nick Nunziata - Guitar, Bass, Vocals Micah Robinson - Guitar

Want to wet the beak Just a taste to see A way to be Something impressive A walking tree Heads above Let me be anything Anything but common I'll literally do Anything you say You lift me up I will remember The sights seen Along the way The memory will seal Everything Let me be anything Anything but common I'll literally do Anything you say Common Dominator My compromise Rule without power But I look the part I'll move on I'll move on Common Dominator My compromise Rule without power But I look the part Strive to rule Not be the fool Or worse the unseen Along the way My memory will seal Everything Let me be anything Anything but common I'll literally do Anything you say I'll move on I'll move on Steve Murphy - Drums, Bass Nick Nunziata - Guitar, Vocals

We grpw cold before we grow old My time is taken with your ice You bear resemblance to you The one that i love The one I chew through And we're walking Keep walking And we're walking Keep walking And we're walking Keep walking And we're walking Keep walking And we're walking Keep walking And we're walking Keep walking Nick Nunziata - Keyboards, Vocals Micah Robinson - Bass John Makarewicz - Drums Steve Murphy - Guitar, Backing Vocals

What if I were to offer you my everything? I have things to share All you have to do is care If you put your trust in me, can I put my thrust in you? If you put your trust in me, can I put my thrust in you? If you put your trust in me, can I put my thrust in you? If you put your trust in me, can I put my thrust in you? The terms of my surrender are crystal clear I have things to share All you have to do is care If you put your trust in me, can I put my thrust in you? If you put your trust in me, can I put my thrust in you? Steve Murphy - Drums, Bass, Guitar Nick Nunziata - Guitar, Vocals

I've been down so many roads Heard so many people lie It's dangerous to assume the worst But I'm tired of dousing From all these times that I've been burned Stare up for a guide Try and read that crimson moon It's unrelenting This hollow feeling Save it all for the next life The strongest among us try But I can't seem to find that extra gear to care Stare up for a guide Try and read that crimson moon I'm digging deeper than I ever have To find that line inside of me Instead, I pour everything into bloodlust Got to send that red into the sky I'm not one for introspection It hurts too much to see the holes But to keep on trying to fill this bottomless thing inside of me Might as well see who I'm sharing this moonlight with Stare up for a guide Nick Nunziata - Guitar, Vocals Steve Murphy - Drums, Bass Micah Robinson - Guitar

This isn't phony We're only binary This isn't social We're only Futiley This is a hopeless point of view But if our home is truly gone This is the last they'll see of you Exercise your disguise Find time to cauterize This is a hopeless point of view But if our home is truly gone This is the last they'll see of you Milieu And I find it Milieu So hard to do Milieu And I find it Milieu So This is a hopeless point of view But if our home is truly gone This is the last they'll see of you Milieu And I find it Milieu So hard to do Milieu And l find it Milieu So This is a hopeless point of view But if our home is truly gone This is the last they'll see of you John Makarewicz - Drums Nick Nunziata - Vocals Stephen Murphy - Guitar, Backing Vocals Micah Robinson - Guitar Carl Cunningham - Bass

Walk the cold line trail Slow to a crawl we all slow now See her strut The bum's rush Just to watch it all come tumbling down These are dangerous curves Ain't no foolin' Dangerous curves That's my mama Dangerous curves Dangerous is the greatest Spin the golden wheel Watch their eyes follow the gold Track to the man Be that man or be out of time Dangerous curves Ain't no foolin' Dangerous curves That's my mama Dangerous curves Dangerous We 're all in a scrum Soft and pliable Plush and undone Feel the pulse getting rushed Is it too fast 'cause she's dangerous These are dangerous curves Ain't no foolin' Dangerous curves That's my mama Dangerous curves Dangerous is the greatest Run the gauntlet dry Slow to a crawl We all sell low See her strut The bum's rush Just to watch it all come tumbling down John Makarewicz - Bass Nick Nunziata - Vocals Steve Murphy - Drums, Backing Vocals Micah Robinson - Guitar

This is my canvas No brushes just words And this is my balloon Bursting at the slightest opposition I'm on the brink I'm on the brink Of shedding the rail All the time and all the races All the machines Face, heel, tied on my bones all the time I'm on the brink I'm on the brink of shedding the rail This is my carousel See it spin against the grain And it's wearing out the gears Until there's nothing left to cause resistance I'm on the brink I'm on the brink Of shedding the rail All the time and all the races All the machines Face, heel, tied on my bones all the time I'm on the brink I'm on the brink of shedding the rail I'm on the rail I'm on the rail I'm on the rail Micah Robinson - Guitar Nick Nunziata - Vocals Steve Murphy - Bass, Backing Vocals John Makarewicz - Drums

Little bird will fly with broken wings Taking flight into the skies Soaring into the wild blue yonder alone In love we can be together in the sky across the icy blue We can take a ride into the clouds and do those things we never do Take the sound of nature Put in back inside of you Be a part of something I'm sore from all your sorcery Would you be my little wizard Eye of newt and toe of frog doesn't cut for this crowd Gotta step up the game Raise the ante And other generic terms I'm sore from all your sorcery Would you be my little wizard Be a part of something pure No more need to fly with broken wings It's all too far to dare to share it all and find the icy blue In love we can be together in the sky across the icy blue We can take a ride into the clouds and do those things we never do Take the sound of nature Put in back inside of you In love we can be together in the sky across the icy blue We can take a ride into the clouds and do those things we never do Take the sound of nature Put in back inside of you Be a part of something I'm sore from all your sorcery Would you be my little wizard My magic's strong but my arms are weak So pay attention Pay attention and be swept away Stand back and let me teach you to be the best in town I'm the best in town I'm the best in town Little wizard Little wizard Little wizard John Makarewicz - Drums, Bass Steve Murphy - Guitar, Backing Vocals Nick Nunziata - Vocals Micah Robinson - Guitar, Backing Vocals

Champion needs his release He’s challenging his dreams Lather is you need Champion needs his release The big event is coming And you need a pump So find a severed head and kick it up a mountain The big event is coming And you need a pump So find a severed head and kick it up a mountain Champion needs his release The big event is coming And you need a pump So find a severed head and kick it up a mountain The big event is coming And you need a pump So find a severed head and kick it up a mountain Working hard Don’t look it in eye (building a montage) medicine ball except with ears (building a montage) Hate to think how it got this way (building a montage) Looking around for a cut off head It’s gonna be off the chain John Makarewicz - Drums Nick Nunziata - Bass, Vocals Steve Murphy - Guitar, Backing Vocals Micah Robinson - Guitar

I implore today Get on my lawn Save me from myself Get on my lawn I am so divine Get on my lawn I kept the ball you hit to me Get on my lawn Freedom to move about Get on my lawn Join me for some tea, yeah Get on my lawn Same thing every day I want company Disregard the warning sign I want company I got a minute and I’m ready I got a minute and I’m ready Same thing every day I want company Disregard the warning sign I want company It’s a sanctuary Get on my lawn A place to enrich yourself Get on my lawn No need to fear a thing Get on my lawn Don’t judge me by the blood Get on my lawn Same thing every day I want company Disregard the warning sign I want company Steve Murphy - Drums, Bass, Guitar Nick Nunziata - Guitar, Vocals

I was born inside a broken shell Nutrients seeping out The sight to me came too slow To see the opportunity The wide wide palette of worlds The infinity Reaching out to claim me first Instead, I lived The cosmos so far away A lifetime ahead and between Instead, I lived and saw the rise Of a catastrophe Now I cling to that first memory Of being too weak to be strong And claim the rightful place An eternity as one of three (one of three) I wait to be One of three One of three Never really alone Now the bottom has risen To raise the race But the top is broken off Never to expand Just cycle like a drone Awaiting the next phase May never come In this fog of war Save me from this routine The singularity One hive instead of three These true outcomes three (one of three) I wait to be One of three One of three Never really alone In the triptych we trust In the triptych we trust The new reality I taste the fuel as it drops The shell continues to feed It’s still a part of me (one of three) I wait to be One of three One of three Never really alone In the triptych we trust In the triptych we trust Micah Robinson - Guitar John Makarewicz - Bass Steve Murphy - Drums Nick Nunziata - Keyboard, Vocals

She lights the fire forever A spark when I need to be enflamed Be the waterfall to my stream There's only one place I want to be In her space In her space You think you got the magic, babe Well, wake up The sky cannot control her light An almost oppressive force I can only bend the knee Because she's always pulling In her space In her space The shooting star of romantic feeling A jolt of adrenaline It ain't fair Her gravity always pulls me In her space In her space You think you got the magic, babe Well, wake up Steve Murphy - Drums, Bass, Guitar, Backing Vocals Nick Nunziata - Guitar, Vocals

In the evening they will try to find you In the morning you will rise In the daylight you will find their shelter To search for the places that they hide You're looking for someone low You're looking for someone You're looking for someone low You're looking for someone In the crevice they will adhere Building strength to pursue the weak Your goal is always to hunt And end them before they speak You're looking for someone low You're looking for someone You're looking for someone low You're looking for someone You're looking for someone low You're looking for someone You're looking for someone low You're looking for someone They wallow in the musk of confusion To metastasize in their rusting glow They pull the world and you are obligated To silence them before they get too low You're looking for someone low You're looking for someone You're looking for someone low You're looking for someone Steve Murphy - Drums, Bass, Backing Vocals Nick Nunziata - Guitar, Vocals

Wasting on the bone Wanting something else Seeking depth Sitting in darkness Feel the tension Test its grip Emotional Retribution Restricted Need access To freedom that’s real Wasting on the bone Feel the tension Test its grip Resistance train Find new strength Emotional Retribution Planetary Confusion Steve Murphy - Drums, Backing Vocals Nick Nunziata - Bass, Guitar, Vocals

Melatonin breeze on my skin Drifting on a cloud of dust The bough breaks with us all Where we land is everything Slumber here and feel the glow Being touched by something new The bough breaks with us all Where we land is everything No pain in dream state Only the dread of waking No pain in dream state Only the dread of waking No pain in dream state Only the dread of waking No pain in dream state Only the dread of waking The bough breaks with us all Where we land is everything Nick Nunziata - Bass, Vocals Steve Murphy - Guitar Micah Robinson - Guitar John Makarewicz - Drums

Step into Circus Playhouse Need tokens for the machine In the back pocket Velcro trapped cash To fuel my Atari 400 dream The blink of an eye, ai on a photograph Change the context of the context I'm old In a world of bitcoin, I'm a two-dollar bill Spend me before I lose my cents I'm old Two hand touch on the side of the house Or stickball in the cul-de-sac Waiting for that school bus sound That says your best friend just got back And we'd play until the crickets sang Without being feared dead or lost Just running through the woods unsupervised Through heat or rain or frost The blink of an eye, ai on a photograph Change the context of the context I'm old In a world of bitcoin, I'm a two-dollar bill Spend me before I lose my cents I'm old John Makarewicz - Guitar Steve Murphy - Drums, Backing Vocals Micah Robinson - Bass Nick Nunziata - Guitar, Vocals

A precipice is plentiful for her to make a home that breathes A harsh place to live but where isn’t in these days Securely known in the balance of things Almost unseen and forgotten in the din Tiny in this chaos Just a sparrow Or so you think Just a sparrow Or so you think The flight is much more than freedom Seeing this devoid of activity Let the wind carry through pollution and disease To sights unseen A glimpse of peace But close to the ground There’s no such thing No need to ever leave Just a sparrow Or so you think Deny this existence And fly Deny expectation And fly And fly And fly John Makarewicz - Drums Micah Robinson - Bass, Guitar Steve Murphy - Guitar Nick Nunziata - Keyboards, Guitar, Vocals

Tuck far away, you can be anyone in the world Someone that will bring energy to a room But slowly the urge returns And the story runs red I'm on the run when bodies are found in a small town called Section I'm on the run when bodies are found in a small town called Section The cards will always come up lacking To double down is dangerous play But surely the urge will return And the story run red I'm on the run when bodies are found in a small town called Section I'm on the run when bodies are found in a small town called Section Dark passenger Dark passenger Section! Section! Section! Section! Section! Dark passenger Dark passenger I'm on the run when bodies are found in a small town called Section I'm on the run when bodies are found in a small town called Section Steve Murphy - Drums, Backing Vocals Micah Robinson - Bass, Guitar Carl Cunningham - Guitar Nick Nunziata - Vocals

Spotless eighty-thousand-dollar ride Hauling absolutely nothing except stickers Weakened cowboy on a horse of flaws Keeping the chaps from being assless By providing them a surplus Keeping the stereotype in the fullest bloom I've seen the way you move along the road As if you own it, looking for a fight Weakened cowboy on a horse of flaws Keeping the chaps from being assless By providing them a surplus Keeping the stereotype in the fullest bloom People see you and think we're all like that Thanks for helping set us back I wait until you're gone and then I rip you up Can't bother to see my own and many faults John Makarewicz - Drums Carl Cunningham - Guitar Micah Robinson - Guitar Steve Murphy - Bass Nick Nunziata - Keyboards, Vocals

She Reveals by Brownwall

She Drifts by Brownwall

No need to frown Everyone is home Sunday is filled with men Stroking balls Being among Living betwixt You in my life is good Lament's Lament is only that we can't meld and merge No Covid here Only men with brawn Playing tee or fiddling Or fiddling and tee What a lovely task Being among Living betwixt You in my life is good Lament's Lament is only that we can't meld and merge Guests have come And gone with pride Now it’s time to get to work John Makarewicz - Drums Carl Cunningham - Bass Micah Robinson - Guitar Nick Nunziata - Keyboard, Vocals Steve Murphy - Guitar, Backing Vocals

In the weekend I’m bold So much more of who I am A heightened man We ride for Thursday Just have to survive these empty days Goodbye until Thursday In the end we’ll make it all our own If I’m finished in their eyes We can storm right through the night Take the weekdays for a spin And then cut out Why wait for Friday We ride for Thursday Just have to survive these empty days Goodbye until Thursday In the end we’ll make it all our own If the last thing you remember Is our smile as we parted ways Then we succeeded And ripped it up Why wait for Friday We ride for Thursday Just have to survive these empty days Goodbye until Thursday In the end we’ll make it all our own In the weekend I’m bold So much more of who I am A heightened man A soldier of entertainment Scurrying from thrill to thrill Your Thursday man Nick Nunziata - Guitar, Vocals Steve Murphy - Drums, Backing Vocals Carl Cunningham - Bass Micah Robinson - Guitar

Always in the mix That’s the thing about rats Hyper intelligence That’s the thing about rats Traveling at speed That’s the thing about rats Sensing everything That’s the thing about rats Spilling a secret That’s the thing about rats Relationship strain That’s the thing about rats So close to my heart Opportunist That’s the thing about rats Burying a clue That’s the thing about rats So close to my heart They gather in the shadows collectively Building mass to come at you Soon they're all you see Soon they're all you see Secreting away That’s the thing about rats Chew through bindings That’s the thing about rats Impersonal attack That’s the thing about rats Never even blink That’s the thing about rats So close to my heart Steve Murphy - Guitar, Backing Vocals René Acosta - Bass Nick Nunziata - Guitar, Vocals John Makarewicz - Drums

Emotion dump I see the wall coming Distance between me and tolerance Not for people but things Damn near everything is moving And I'm complacent I had it all figured out I don't want to grow I'm moving too slow Send a comet at the world I struggle on Nothing has instructions and everything is hard Send a comet at the world I struggle on My child is sitting in a driverless ride Send a comet at the world I struggle on The phone is an app on my phone Send a comet at the world I struggle on I shake the head Just caught up to yesterday And now it's gone obsolete like me There's no patch to download On this rudimentary machine No aftermarket parts to add What you see is what you're gonna get I don't want to grow I'm moving too slow Send a comet at the world I struggle on Nothing has instructions and everything is hard Send a comet at the world I struggle on I don't want to grow I'm moving too slow Send a comet at the world I struggle on Nothing has instructions and everything is hard Send a comet at the world I struggle on My child is sitting in a driverless ride Send a comet at the world I struggle on The phone is an app on my phone Send a comet at the world I struggle on Steve Murphy - Drums, Backing Vocals René Acosta - Bass Nick Nunziata - Vocals Micah Robinson - Guitar Carl Cunningham - Guitar

Everywhere I taste your pulse In the morning In the evening as I watch the crowds go home You made my day inverted Now I walk this place like Blade Innocence drained from me like the crudest oil You made the sun seem evil Now I carry myself this way You called it a blessing as the best of me drained away Sorting through the wasteland of my mind Let me find balance in the sunset sunrise But not before you succumb to this thing you made ourselves All the days and all the nights were stolen from me You made my night unfriendly Now there’s no light I can trust All the days and all the nights were stole from me You made my day inverted Now I walk this place like Blade But I don’t find myself a victim in this Sorting through the wasteland of my mind Let me find balance in the sunset sunrise But not before you succumb to this thing you made ourselves You rode your curse to the end of the world Now I have to ride with you I wait for the perfect moment to delivery irony Your trail goes cold in the wake of blood Now I have to make that choice I thirst for the time the facade rips away Sorting through the wasteland of my mind Let me find balance in the sunset sunrise But not before you succumb to this thing you made ourselves John Makarewicz - Bass Micah Robinson - Guitar Nick Nunziata - Drums, Vocals Steve Murphy - Backing Vocals

King Slender bounce as if on rubber Off the ropes or so he hopes To slam down opponents In the prime of his life Kin Corn Karn gone In this light his eyes are golden He’s a flashy dude Don’t step on his arrangement He’ll straight clothespin you King Slender unleash the slender bender Send a bitch down the way Backbreaker paused Until he has a cause Make a Star Man gone In this light his eyes are golden He’s a flashy dude Don’t step on his arrangement He’ll straight clothespin you The ring of truth The minds of children Bent forever King Slender look like a hairdresser But below the dome a unit Sinew flexed hard The opponent left scarred The Amazon is gone In this light his eyes are golden He’s a flashy dude Don’t step on his arrangement He’ll straight clothespin you In this light his eyes are golden He’s a flashy dude Don’t step on his arrangement He’ll straight clothespin you John Makarewicz - Guitar Steve Murphy - Drums, Backing Vocals Nick Nunziata - Bass, Vocals Micah Robinson - Guitar

Is the measure of a man the sum of his years Or what you see today on this frame Can I beg you to remember me the way I was As someone to envy and fear Walk down the hall seems longer (Impossible) Gotta find a way to slow the fade (Impossible) Feel the bones They’re growing colder (Impossible) Burn away the olden days My gait has taken so many hits The baggage and the pain and the remorse Walk down the hall seems longer (Impossible) Gotta find a way to slow the fade (Impossible) Feel the bones They’re growing colder (Impossible) Burn away the olden days I see your eyes on me Lucidly judging I can empathize I see it too Walk down the hall seems longer (Impossible) Gotta find a way to slow the fade (Impossible) Feel the bones They’re growing colder (Impossible) Burn away the olden days I’ve hung up all the guns Stripped myself down The energy is leaving I only ask for grace A warm hand to hold Walk down the hall seems longer (Impossible) Gotta find a way to slow the fade (Impossible) Feel the bones They’re growing colder (Impossible) Burn away the olden days Carl Cunningham - Guitar Micah Robinson - Guitar John Makarewicz - Drums Nick Nunziata - Bass, Keyboards, Vocals Steve Murphy - Guitar, Backing Vocals

So now You are glowing Repulsive So fetching You sit so sure in your clasp of gold Never budging to face trouble head on Stronger by definition but forced and rigid Can you step down from your throne? Can’t be in this fight in your current state Spreading the gorgeous light A conflict free diamond in this time of need Is just a rock that’s in the way Locusts Are coming Devour That smile You sit so sure in your clasp of gold Never budging to face trouble head on Stronger by definition but forced and rigid Can you step down from your throne? Can’t be in this fight in your current state Spreading the gorgeous light A conflict free diamond in this time of need Is just a rock that’s in the way Gonna weigh you Diminished From all the fat you stole Somewhere Is the codex To free you of the stone you owe You sit so sure in your clasp of gold Never budging to face trouble head on Stronger by definition but forced and rigid Can you step down from your throne? Can’t be in this fight in your current state Spreading the gorgeous light A conflict free diamond in this time of need Is just a rock that’s in the way So much Contagion Fugazi Your namesake Conflict Is coming Conflict Is coming Conflict Is coming Conflict Is coming Steve Murphy - Drums John Makarewicz - Bass Nick Nunziata - Keyboard, Vocals Micah Robinson - Guitar

You've lived complacently Off the cuff I've wanted to step up and save the day You say you never wanted my dog in this fight So do something to save my brain Innocent in the bliss and now I’m hooked So do something fast before I walk like you Right rights the wrong And that is why we're here Moving is something to do When the pot isn't stirred The mixture congeals You say you never wanted my dog in this fight So do something to save my brain Innocent in the bliss and now I’m hooked So do something fast before I walk like you You take it lying prone I can't do it all alone So, stand upon my back And take the whole mess home I stand to gain A return to the form That made me wake alive In this state I atrophy Need a fuse to light You say you never wanted my dog in this fight So do something to save my brain Innocent in the bliss and now I’m hooked So do something fast before I walk like you You take it lying prone I can't do it all alone So, stand upon my back And take the whole mess home John Makarewicz - Drums Carl Cunningham - Bass Micah Robinson - Guitar Nick Nunziata - Guitar, Vocals Steve Murphy - Backing Vocals

They meant it when they said I was on the rise Always looking for a shortcut to ascend The first one noticed when the time came to be chosen Anyone in my way will face my steel The pointy end Stab if you must Don’t mind I do Hasten your thrust I’m coming for you The pointy end The one you use Time for you To destroy this ruse The pointy end The pointy end Imposter syndrome won’t be the end of me Backed into a corner is the place I shine The pointy end Stab if you must Don’t mind I do Hasten your thrust I’m coming for you The pointy end The one you use Time for you To destroy this ruse Stab if you must Don’t mind I do Hasten your thrust I’m coming for you The pointy end The one you use Time for you To destroy this ruse The pointy end The pointy end The pointy end The pointy end Steve Murphy - Drums, Backing Vocals Nick Nunziata - Guitar, Vocals Micah Robinson - Guitar John Makarewicz - Bass

Between the pages An ancient scroll Incantation spoke too audible You bought it low And now it’s grown Spreading like fog over the home Dispel belief The unbeknownst Sanity draining human host We see the changing of the tide A part of me believes It’s so dangerous to dream The God of the Moon agrees Yet he fills us with all Marching on Towards violence Eyes gone gray like slate Where the sun Failed to yield The night god owns the day All I know Is filtered through And the best is kept for him We see the changing of the tide A part of me believes It’s so dangerous to dream The God of the Moon agrees Yet he fills us with all I never thought that I'd succumb to the God of the Moon We see the changing of the tide A part of me believes It’s so dangerous to dream The God of the Moon agrees Yet he fills us with all John Makarewicz - Drums René Acosta - Bass Micah Robinson - Guitar Nick Nunziata - Vocals Steve Murphy - Backing Vocals

Found a camera in the cupboard Another in the fan Someone wants to know what I’m doing Eavesdropping on a man Feast your eyes if you want to I’m no stranger to the game Ran interference all my days Now I run counterintelligence on you Getting fitted for size in the memorial garden Back of my mind I’m looking for bugs That’s not the way to ruin my day The boys are itching for a crispy evening And my bond is ironclad So, as I fish the wires from the shelf I don’t think fondly of your plan 'til death do us part doesn’t have to be an oath It could be penciled into my day So instead of leaving surveillance under the bread Maybe plan your own debauchery Engage in stag party spycraft You’ve met your match babe Only one thing I’m better at than lovin’ you I made my life a series of dangerous games And if you want to move your piece to this board Realize you are risking everything Baby let me have this one escape The boys are loaded in the party bus Aching for some sundown Doors seal up and here’s the gas Numbly watching you have your way Getting fitted for size in the memorial garden Wasted my time looking for bugs Totally wasted my day Me and the boys live forever In the memorial garden Last thing I see the smile on your face Way to play the longest game Nick Nunziata - Drums, Vocals Steve Murphy - Guitar Micah Robinson - Guitar Carl Cunningham - Bass

It’s a fine line between living and living well Finding a heaven in this hell Live in a million years in this moment Steal a vibe and confine it Sneak a taste whenever the well is dry It’s the fight Wise Meet me in oblivion Wise Meet me in oblivion Wise Meet me in oblivion Wise beyond the times See me in a place between the seams Bonded in perennial dreams Meet me oblivion Claim your space We’ll ride this beam ad infinitum It’s the fight Space and time aphrodisiac Inhaling cosmic breeze through open pores And open doors Legends cling to falling rocks Gathering speed to blur the bleed Next sight is the last one Until the next one It’s the fight Wise Meet me in oblivion Wise Meet me in oblivion Wise Meet me in oblivion Wise beyond the times John Makarewicz - Bass Carl Cunningham - Guitar Nick Nunziata - Guitar, Vocals Steve Murphy - Drums

Cryptozoology and cryptocurrency Strange bedfellows like tutors and lobotomy We find ourselves in the corner of the pub Nineteen bottles empty and thirteen shattered and seven to go Digging through the shallows of my old billfold Seems like every bit of cash went down his old gill hole Bartender tells me calmly that my friend has to go Deep sea features on a landlocked sea creature Yeah, he knew his way around the town Making friends out of his first and second course But the ocean will only stay on hold until it’s time for a massacre Though his home’s in the water He’s multicultural A long night out with the skin shark Tells me he needs to go home Over wine I tell him a story of some long lost gold Somewhere deep beneath the corals lies a lifeline for us both All I have to do is make sure not to become his egg roll Nick Nunziata - Drums, Guitar, Vocals Micah Robinson - Bass Steve Murphy - Guitar Carl Cunningham - Guitar

The only mail I don’t hate is hate mail, I love it Speak your mind and never hold them back, you sicko You fold it up nice and walk it down the hill, on the coldest days There’s so many broken among us Taking up the space we can use for trees Or parking space Or fast food spots Or luncheonettes Or bridal shops Or taxidermists Or lotto offices Or pawn shops Or gold exchange Or smartphone repair We need repair Hey, next time you’re gonna lick a stamp Lick this Lick this Right from the bottom of my heart Lick this Right from the bottom of my heart Lick this Use your body Not your pen Walk right up to my face And give it to me I think I can take it Don’t hide behind Anonymous Don’t press your lips to paper Instead Lick this Lick this Right from the bottom of my heart Lick this Right from the bottom of my heart Lick this Use your body Not your pen Walk right up to my face And give it to me I think I can take it Don’t hide behind Anonymous Don’t press your lips to paper again Steve Murphy - Drums René Acosta - Bass Micah Robinson - Guitar Nick Nunziata - Keyboards, Vocals

Reading my name on the back page Whatever you said got legs My plans in disarray Because your storytelling brain leaks like a grate This won’t boil over today Am I right? I’m feeling so violated Can you see my pride slipping away This is supersized in my mind You spilled your beans and I caught a stray Vans populate the front of the house Flashbulbs and microphones in my face Wagging tongue on the nighttime news And now the hairs on my balls are turning gray The ball is my court today Am I right? I’m feeling so inundated Can’t you see my eyes losing their glaze? This is a turning point in my mind You spilled your beans and I caught a stray You told me you were a steel trap Now Mary where’s your grace? Privacy on the public stage Now my darkest itch is scratching bright Everything I have is on the block A simple shift in property They had you on a meager charge So you went and parked the bus on my face They say revenge can taste so sweet Am I right? I’m feeling so agitated Can you see my smile getting frayed? Need the anti-venom in my blood You spilled your beans and I caught a stray Steve Murphy - Drums Carl Cunningham - Bass John Makarewicz - Guitar Nick Nunziata - Vocals Micah Robinson - Guitar

John Makarewicz - Drums Carl Cunningham - Bass Micah Robinson - Guitar Nick Nunziata - Keyboards

A letter unsent airs the darkest truths Brittle us We apologize for all the bad blood Brittle us We fester inside building a claim Brittle us The edge of a cliff staring at rocks Brittle us Awaiting their feast without a pause Brittle us We're resigned to a fate without a fight Brittle us We brandish the sword that we fall upon Brittle us The gravedigger Measures our size Send me packing Buried my disguise in sand Cause now I'm willing I'm tired of watching us fall down on flattened ground Such a softened state With bones so brittle we should call it a day The gravedigger Measures our size Send me packing Buried my disguise in sand Cause now I'm willing Micah Robinson - Guitar John Makarewicz - Drums Steve Murphy - Bass Nick Nunziata - Vocals

Mama always warned her to walk on the right side of the road Oncoming traffic at least shows its hand Instead of that blindsight No use for hindsight Fine china shatters just as easily Goodbye sweet young thing Sandpaper hands caress the face No need to learn the lesson Wide eyes bear the truth I'm guessing Why do I have to be right this time Prized possessions die just as easily Goodbye sweet young thing Blindsight keeps me off the road Father figure strained by allegation Good intentions mean less than ever now Goodbye sweet young thing Micah Robinson - Guitar Nick Nunziata - Bass, Vocals John Makarewicz - Drums Steve Murphy - Guitar, Backing Vocals