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released June 2, 2015

Recorded and mixed by David Bell at the PARTY DEN OF SIN SATAN LIVES 666 in Gainesville, FL.

Artwork by Josiah Lloyd
Mastered by Carl Saff



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Track Name: Worst in the Fury
Red sun.
Empty my arms out in the canyon.
Would I be happy just to leave it all?
Could I be opened like an old fault?
I'd give it a rest if I were me.
I'd sell out my eyelids to get some sleep.
All along
I was an ocean made of only salt.
I resolved to keep my neck stiff,
So I could stare at the way you sound.
We invent.
We insist.
Track Name: Surfed in the Loft
Get off of it.
I can't stay awake for long.
Keep my head under your thumb.
I get awful, I know I get awful.
But it's awful here.
I stayed set.
I pulled my arms off like an insect.
I shed my conscience like a shed skin.
I threw my arms into the orbit.
I made my bed inside a lion's den.
Stay still. Keep your head on the sill.
Track Name: Teeth in the Sink
I left my head in sparks,
Out on the bed.
I was a ghost, in honor of
When the curtains closed
and the air had all gone home
I was left in, wandering.
I built a life on a ledge.
Tearing my conscience out,
And beating it to death.
When the ink sets in, I will have shed my skin
I get restless.
Track Name: Guts in the Brush
For a while my heart was set
On the wrong side of the bed
I buried every single song I met,
Regardless of its content.
I moved on to better things.
Like broken bells and crooked swings.
But I gave up when I sang,
"It's just the way my head gets lodged in the throne. It's just the way I'll fall in love with anyone. "
I imagine all these small souls
Moving on the better things
Like growing old, moving somewhere
And falling more in love than me.
But I was convinced my lungs could blow them away.
I was convinced that I would just stay the same.