We made a bunch of physical copies of our album, so if you need to hold something to love it, here's your chance. We did a limited run of 60ish of these bad boys, each lovingly put together by one of us. We kinda lost our minds while putting them together, so they may or may not have some out stuff written on them. Burned on a CD-R, art printed on a beautiful card-stock sleeve, and wrapped in the sickest plastic you ever did see. We're also doing a couple "Artist Series" albums, where someone will draw something on a brown card-stock sleeve for you
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lyrics
If I lose battle then you get the bones
A trophy for your kill
Your smile looks familiar
Have I seen it somewhere
Frozen in the memory of a place where I felt whole
So why did you turn around
When we both know there’s nothing left
Was it just to tempt me to
Make a decision that I’d regret
Did you forget I was left behind
By a vulture in her den
While I waited in her hourglass
Buried beneath the sand
She said baby come back to bed
You’re not dead yet but I like to pretend
Cause I can find feelings in things with no meaning at all
It’s your flesh but not your skin that turns me on
Lie back for your surgery
I like to cut fragile things
The crescendo of all our battles,
and these words that we never should have said
I stumbled at this tempo
You faltered far ahead
I’ve convinced myself that I might have you again
A stability that I was never meant
I stumbled at this tempo
You faltered far ahead
So why did you turn around
When we both know there’s nothing left
Was it just to tempt me to
Make a decision that I’d regret
Did you forget I was left behind
By a vulture in her den
While I waited in her hourglass
Buried beneath the sand
Is there an exit out of my body
Show me out of my body
Is there a way out of my body
Let me out of my body
I'm trying to breathe but I'm drowning in the swell
Should've thrown you away like a wish in a well
We sang so softly through subtle moans
A song that's grown tired and cold
I'm trying to run, but these legs are so helplessly conflicted
seeing the light on, in your room
I can't, I can't, I just can't
(Is there a way out of my body?
Let me out of my body)
Remain calm
You know exactly what this is
and what you are
we stand before a murder scene
A murder you committed willingly
Before the final verdict, I'll let you express your defeat
Standing by the jury, in this courthouse full of theives
supported by 8 fans who also own “Stuttering Time Theory”
Jon Mess is a lyrical beast. His scream is so unique and I'm in love with the fact that this project allows him to explore his voice a bit more (both literally and figuratively [those sing/screams on Honey Boo Buscemi and Meat Fetish are ufff]). Of course Will is the man, I see a different side of Matt (which is good), but i think the real star here is Martin. His heavier insight is truly what makes this album what it is. His riffs are heavy, progressive and oh so smart. Miguel Guzman
Brilliantly unhinged hardcore-inspired songs that splinter expectations to smithereens with their split-second rhythm changes & wild vocals. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 28, 2022
supported by 8 fans who also own “Stuttering Time Theory”
The beginning riff set you up for a journey some people aren't ready for. This album is a masterpiece, I accidentally bought it twice but I'd buy it a third time ameier