Brownwall

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

A little of the ultraviolence Slumped under a shady tree Vanilla on a cone of silence This is not what his parents thought he'd be They exchange glances on the firing line It's all underlined When you trade your mind Brutal winters on a Western coast Sights and sounds that don't belong Store bought reaper on a stolen post This is not what my parents thought I'd be They exchange glances on the firing line It's all underlined When you trade your mind They exchange glances on the firing line It's all underlined When you trade your mind Nick Nunziata - Guitar, Vocals Steve Murphy - Drums, Bass Micah Robinson - Guitar

Another story ends at the beginning Failure of the failures to ride the winners To the forums they go to plead their case To the jury made of stone Here come the giants Here come the giants With pulled back faces Here come the giants Here come the giants With pulled back faces I set fire to the eyes that see my To the eyes that see my weakness I set fire to the eyes To the eyes that see my weakness I set the bodies in the square I set the bodies in the square I set the bodies in the square Don’t come around these parts no more A starry sky moves closer to the beginning Failure of the failures to ride the winners To the forums they go to plead their case To the jury made of stone Here come the giants Here come the giants With pulled back faces Here come the giants Here come the giants With pulled back faces I set fire to the eyes that see my To the eyes that see my weakness I set fire to the eyes To the eyes that see my weakness I set the bodies in the square I set the bodies in the square I set the bodies in the square Don’t come around these parts no more I set fire to the eyes that see my To the eyes that see my weakness I set fire to the eyes To the eyes that see my weakness I set the bodies in the square I set the bodies in the square I set the bodies in the square Don’t come around these parts no more Steve Murphy - Drums, Bass Micah Robinson - Guitar Nick Nunziata - Vocals

In this dome all alone, can't believe you exist It is not my position to question your decision I guess we're just opposites in the way we think If I had a hammer I'd swing it with a vengeance In this dome all alone, can't believe you exist (Who do you think you are?) (In this dome we're all alone) In this dome all alone, can't believe you exist (Who do you think you are?) (In this dome we're all alone) In this dome all alone, can't believe you exist (Who do you think you are?) (In this dome we're all alone) In this dome all alone, can't believe you exist When I see you in action, I don't see the attraction I guess we're just opposites in the way we think In this dome all alone, can't believe you exist (Who do you think you are?) (In this dome we're all alone) In this dome all alone, can't believe you exist (Who do you think you are?) (In this dome we're all alone) In this dome all alone, can't believe you exist (Who do you think you are?) (In this dome we're all alone) In this dome all alone, can't believe you exist In this dome all alone, can't believe you exist (Who do you think you are?) (In this dome we're all alone) In this dome all alone, can't believe you exist Steve Murphy - Guitar, Backing Vocals Nick Nunziata - Keyboard, Vocals Micah Robinson - Bass John Makareicz - Drums

Sweet sunrise you're a sweet surprise Look at you all logical and pure I'd hit the bricks You're so Plain Jane You need to be spinning on my game Get on under me Get on down Get on under me Love you since the day we met Get on under me Get on down Get on under Get on You defy the laws of science Yeah Get on under me Get on down Get on under me Love you since the day we met Get on under me Get on down Get on under Get on Get on under me Get on down Get on under me Love you since the day we met Get on under me Get on down Get on under Get on Get on under me Get on down Get on under me Love you since the day we met Get on under me Get on down Get on under Get on Living in these days where joy is void Look at you all shiny and new It's got to be you It's got to be me You've got to take a ride on my machine I said get on under me Get on down Get on under me Love you since the day we met Get on under me Get on down Get on under me Get on Nick Nunziata - Bass, Vocals Stephen Murphy - Drums, Backing Vocals Micah Robinson - Guitar

This glove is way too bloated Tired of waiting for your attention Savior, I'm looking for a sign here Formless apparition in a tight dress Cozy with a glass in hand Save me Hit me again and again Seasoned for love and fit like honey I'm piss drunk and I need your body Fueled by the glove and love of money I'm piss drunk and I need your body Oh yeah Oh no Oh yeah I'm piss drunk and I need your body Raised my falcon to keep me steady I'm piss drunk Well I'm piss drunk Piss drunk My hand is lonely and unamused Busy Dizzy And in the news Lazy And grabs the drink again Seasoned for love and fit like honey I'm piss drunk and I need your body Fueled by the glove and love of money I'm piss drunk and I need your body Oh yeah Oh no Oh yeah I'm piss drunk and I need your body Raised my falcon to keep me steady I'm piss drunk Well I'm piss drunk Seasoned for love and fit like honey I'm piss drunk and I need your body Fueled by the glove and love of money I'm piss drunk and I need your body Oh yeah Oh no Oh yeah I'm piss drunk and I need your body Raised my falcon to keep me steady Well I'm piss drunk Well I'm piss drunk Piss drunk Oh yeah I'm ready for love Hit me again and again Hit me again and again Piss drunk Stephen Murphy - Guitar, Backing Vocals Nick Nunziata - Drums, Vocals Micah Robinson - Bass, Guitar

Sucker boy no time for fighting Eight arms as fast as lightning Glassy eyes blink A flash of pink Clean up time Got no time to think Fight fire with commotion Entangled down beneath the ocean The hidden link A flash of pink Then all gone in a cloud of ink My my, oh my I spy with my eye Sucker sucker sucker sucker sucker sucker sucker boy Sucker sucker sucker sucker sucker sucker sucker boy I sense betrayal The system's about to fail Sucker boy got a ten inch beak Squeeze tight so it doesn't leak Glassy eyes wink A flash of pink Drops down in the kitchen sink Bachelor of the open sea Eyes dilate in victory No time to think A flash of pink Celebrate in a cloud of ink My my, oh my I spy with my eye Sucker sucker sucker sucker sucker sucker sucker boy Sucker sucker sucker sucker sucker sucker sucker boy I sense betrayal The system's about to fail There won't be a debt to me And that's all I need Micah Robinson - Guitar Steve Murphy - Bass Nick Nunziata - Vocals John Makarewicz - Drums

This is the time This is the place for forgiveness This is the time And this is the place This is my afro Built it in a lab This is all I know Oh no no no This is my afro Built it in a lab This is all I know Oh no no no This is the time And this is the place This is my afro Built it in a lab This is all I know Oh no no no Nick Nunziata - Drums, Vocals Micah Robinson - Bass, Guitar John Makarewicz - Guitar Steve Murphy - Guitar, Backing Vocals

It's where I found you On the waves of my dreams Floating effervescently Not jetsam nor flotsam Too beautiful to believe In times of old When we were free Solid and golden But we were not meant to be We're wasting away over the waves Feeling the tide ebb in It haunts me forever I didn't save you that day But I'll carry on With an eye to the sea and an ear to the clouds Your whisper speaks on the breeze I didn't save you that day Well I never knew you Save for a shared glance Floating effervescently Like a fabled woman of the sea In times gone by When we were alive Solid and golden But we were not meant to be We're wasting away over the waves Feeling the tide ebb in It haunts me forever I didn't save you that day But I'll carry on With an eye to the sea and an ear to the clouds Your whisper speaks on the breeze I didn't save you that day Nick Nunziata - Keyboards, Vocals Steve Murphy - Guitar, Bass, Backing Vocals John Makarewicz - Drums, Guitar Micah Robinson - Guitar

Sakes alive I want to celebrate my life It's half over before it's begun I sigh every time I shut my eyes at night Another day spend treading in fear There's no incentive to bleed Still in Covered Basking in overprotection Every time I need to go escape my life I feel the pressure of the unknown I lock the door Feel secure And still wonder "if" Another day spent living in fear There's no incentive to bleed There's no incentive to bleed Still in Covered Basking in overprotection I own my life I own my life I own my life Sakes alive I want to celebrate my life It's half over before it's begun I sigh every time I shut my eyes at night Another day spend living in fear There's no incentive to bleed Stephen Murphy - Drums, Backing Vocals Nick Nunziata - Guitar, Vocals Micah Robinson - Guitar John Makarewicz - Bass

Smells like Springtime, baby I see your fresh cut grass It's time to play America's favorite pastime, yeah Look the runner back and give the crown another flash of hot leather Hot corner, oh yeah Well, I'll be playing the hot corner, baby Oh yeah Look the runner back and give the crown another flash of hot leather We've waited through the cold for a little bit of that hot corner Hot corner, oh yeah Well, I've been playing the hot corner, baby Oh yeah John Makarewicz - Drums Nick Nunziata - Vocals Steve Murphy - Bass, Guitar, Backing Vocals Micah Robinson - Guitar, Backing Vocals

In a past life I got the black dog Walking cold past Cobblestone Feel it take you To the graveyard Feeling footsteps Cobblestone Sense of dread The appetizer Horseshoes clash Cobblestone I'm not afraid to say the words that cause souls to go cold And then they sing about the dead and dying It fills me up with pride It should bring me to my knees But here I stand tall on cobblestone Tall on cobblestone It's a rich life It's a bloodbath Bones like candy Cobblestone It's a broadcast Echoes in the alley Amplified cries Cobblestone And then they sing about the dead and dying It fills me up with pride It should bring me to my knees But here I stand It's a rich life It's a bloodbath Bones like candy Cobblestone It's a broadcast Echoes in the alley Amplified cries Cobblestone In a past life I got the black dog Walking cold past Cobblestone I'm not afraid to say the words that cause souls to go cold And then they sing about the dead and dying It fills me up with pride It should bring me to my knees But here I stand Steve Murphy - Drums, Backing Vocals Nick Nunziata - Vocals John Makarewicz - Bass Micah Robinson - Guitar

Our heartbeats were born at a distance So now you're taking light and trading it for darkness Weigh the consequences and you'll know the score It's you and me against the world Ageless and bonded We are free again No law to bind us in our mental paradise No claims to make The time is an afterthought A little closer to Heaven but further to fall Weigh the consequences and you'll know the score It's you and me against the world Ageless and bonded We are free again No law to bind us in our mental paradise Nick Nunziata - Keyboards, Vocals Stephen Murphy - Drums, Guitar Micah Robinson - Guitar John Makarewicz - Guitar

She Schemes by Brownwall

She Breathes by Brownwall

Been long since someone told me I looked like the boy they met It’s a compliment to endure I’m powering through it all Just like the world Don’t have a reservation We’ll just play through Age gone by in the grasp of this So damn easy to get derailed It’s a gauntlet to endure I’m powering through it all Just like the world Don’t have a reservation We’ll just play through And where you’re cold I’m warm And where you’re skeptical I see a way through And when I falter You’re steady See the curve of the earth That’s our home I’m powering through it all Just like the world Don’t have a reservation We’ll just play through Break a heart or two down the highway Can see it register in a glance Just have to try to endure And where you’re lost I shine a light And where you’re brooding I smile When I crash down You are a cushion See the curve of the earth That’s our home I’m powering through it all Just like the world Don’t have a reservation We’ll just play through John Makarewicz - Drums Nick Nunziata - Bass, Keyboard, Vocals Steve Murphy - Guitar

Many come to fall No hand to pick them from the edge Disintegrating slow Respond, respawn again Will you heed the Recognizer’s call Until the server goes offline Danger has its time Ego shattered on a gridded floor Disintegrating slow Respond, respawn again Will you heed the Recognizer’s call Until the server goes offline Many come and go The names will change though the faces stay Disintegrating slow Respond, respawn again Will you heed the Recognizer’s call Until the server goes offline John Makarewicz - Drums, Bass Steve Murphy - Guitar Nick Nunziata - Keyboard, Vocals

The sound of a motor dying A line meant not to move past A shortcut that becomes the longest ride Into the darkness of a home The Black Adder is alone no longer In his eyes a hunger rises above Is it closing? Has the room grown smaller? Is it by design? What is it in the way he moves? I'm paralyzed No words to form No prayers to speak Undulating scales Approximate to a shape both familiar and impossible This is the end Or worse what if it is not Only time will tell now that we're face to face I see patterns in everything Riding back towards the world I left behind Now colors breathe and the light expires Sliding like silk through the wind Finding new pace And tasting life from a million miles This is the new blood And I'm a part of all of it Creation is my gift I'm giving his glide Facing mine Black Adder shine The sound of a child crying The mother still frozen in fright There's nothing here to be afraid of This is the new way of life John Makarewicz - Drums, Guitar Steve Murphy - Guitar Nick Nunziata - Keyboard, Vocal

Stay in the safety of the doorway The Fire Marshall said But there's no way to put trust in The structure above our head I defy you to see a passage through this wave Watching the wildlife abandon The body's response to threat Chasing the plume of smoke To see how high they'll get I only want this moment to be one of strength Where we're going Something akin to wind Particle us together Roundabout equality Where we're going Something akin to wind Particle us together Roundabout equality The buildup to the ending An anticlimax bent Waiting for inevitable And what our father meant As it always is the silence comes too quick Where we're going Something akin to wind Particle us together Roundabout equality John Makarewicz - Drums, Bass Steve Murphy - Guitar Nick Nunziata - Keyboard, Vocals

Secondhand King on the backhanded side of swagger Waving his piece around like it makes him more If you come at me, you're going to find out What the cost is for crossing someone With a wicked imagination and tons of free time Short-minded bench player using the moment for face time Boosted up by a book he don’t understand If you come at me, you're going to find out What the cost is for crossing someone With a wicked imagination and tons of free time If you and six of your friends, they come knocking I'm gonna need to get seven body bags Fresh-faced puppet with strings so fresh they're stinkin' Live inside the moment while I get my shears If you come at me, you're going to find out What the cost is for crossing someone With a wicked imagination and tons of free time If you and six of your friends come knocking I'm gonna need to get seven body bags Nick Nunziata - Keyboard, Vocals John Makarewicz - Drums, Guitar Stephen Murphy - Guitar, Bass

Something in the Air is a soundtrack to a movie that doesn’t exist about a gigantic creature that descends from above that defies all logic and humanity’s attempts to survive it. All music by Brownwall: John Makarewicz Steve Murphy Micah Robinson Nick Nunziata

Something in the Air is a soundtrack to a movie that doesn’t exist about a gigantic creature that descends from above that defies all logic and humanity’s attempts to survive it. All music by Brownwall: John Makarewicz Steve Murphy Micah Robinson Nick Nunziata