1.Oubliette (Disappear)
Lyricist：Alex Bars, Brendan Brown, Andrew Cook, Nate Patterson, Brian
Southall
I watched you steal away
A man's best years
With the drumming of his fingers
And the kicking of his heels
I watched you put away
Your sweetest sins
I watched tempters satisfy
With the sweetest taste of wasted time
Don't let me disappear
Don't let me fall apart
Don't lead me to the wayside
Just don't let me go
Don't let me fade away
I watched him travel down
A steady road
With no milestones
Just a gentle slope
Soft underfoot, no sudden turns
Warn of sliding down that safe and sound
But not too familiar road
This is all too familiar
Don't let me disappear
Don't let me fall apart
Don't lead me to the wayside
Just don't let me go
Don't let me fade away
Don't let me disappear
Don't lead me to the wayside
Anything or not a thing will do
I watched you steal away
A man's best years
With the drumming of his fingers
And the kicking of his heels
Without a twinkle in his eye
I watched him beg and plead
With moving lips and bended knees
Just to have you back
Don't let me disappear
Don't let me fall apart
Don't lead me to the wayside
Just don't let me go
Don't let me fade away
Don't let me disappear
Don't lead me to the wayside
Anything or not a thing will do
Be numb my heart
Oh, nothingness
Be numb my heart
Oh, nothingness
Don't let me disappear
Don't let me fall apart
Don't lead me to the wayside
Just don't let me go
Don't let me disappear
Don't let me fall apart
Don't lead me to the wayside
Just don't let me go
Don't let me fade away
Don't let me disappear
Don't lead me to the wayside
Anything or not a thing will do
2.The Salesman, The Husband, The Lover
Lyricist：Alex Bars, Brendan Brown, Andrew Cook, Nate Patterson, Brian
Southall
Baby boy had a big old heart
Large enough to tear apart
And split evenly in two, evenly in two
Mom and Dad had a rocky start
Too much head to little heart
Soon one turned into two, one two
Dirty hands made separate beds
And folded sheets in which they slept
Oh, what's a boy to do？ What's a boy to do？
Daddy finds ten dollar whores and liquor stores
Can offer more than his family, more than his friends
More than a woman that he wed
Oh no, what a shameful seed I've sown
Then one day daddy walked away
From his wife and child they had made
It must have been too much
It must have been too much
Mommy tried her best to pay
The bills so that her son could stay
In the house that he was raised
The sons fight the father's war
Love on his heels
He walked out of the door
Left a son to fight his war
Left a son to fight his war
You shadow, you ghost
Look how crooked I've grown
What a shameful seed you've sown
What a seed you've sown
Court ordered visits meant weekends with his Dad
Where he had learned his share of lessons
On how to drink like his old man
Back home his mother packed her bags
And their dreams that she watched drown
For a single room apartment in the seedy part of town
Baby boy became the dad
His family had always lacked
A spitting image of the man
Down to the way he turned his back
He inherited his cheating
An heir to his drunken breath
His father willed him arrogance
Passed down his empty chest
Love on his heels
He walked out the door
Left a son to fight his war
Left a son to fight his war
You shadow, you ghost
Look how crooked I've grown
What a shameful seed you've sown
What a seed you've sown
Be a light bulb, I'm a wishbone
Be a rifle, a telephone
I'm just here for you to use
I've got nothing left to lose
I'm the wardship battle
I'm from remnants of the precious metals
That weigh you both down
We are heavied oh so heavy
We are heavied oh so heavy
Love on his heels
He walked out the door
Left a son to fight his war
Left a son to fight his war
You shadow, you ghost
Look how crooked I've grown
What a shameful seed you've sown
What a seed you've sown
3.Wanderers
Lyricist：Alex Bars, Brendan Brown, Andrew Cook, Nate Patterson, Brian
Southall
This little light of mine
I was told to let it shine
But I stood idly by
And watched that poor flame die
I kept it from the bushel and brush
Away from the grasp of men
I left that lantern in the light
Where my flame could blend right in
I will bear this cross
And I will wear these thorns
I will bear this cross
I will wear these thorns
But I know all this dark won't swallow
All the light I hide but still host her
I'll learn to hold
She will grow and grow
And she will shine so bright
'Don't let Satan blow it out'
The teachers always said
But soon enough he figured out
It wasn't worth his breathe
'Cause this little light of mine
Is losing all its bright
Not to the dark, I hold inside
But to the dark kept from its sight
Below the smoke still burns a fire
A small spark lives 'neath all these ashes
Promise me you'll blow until I glow
I will bear this cross
I will wear these thorns
But I know all this dark won't swallow
All the light I hide but still host her
I'll learn to hold
He will grow and grow
And she will shine so bright
I've learned to smolder
All the smoke but no flame
Ashes, ashes, we all fall down
Ashes, ashes, we all fall down
(I will bear this cross)
Ashes, ashes, we all fall down
(I will wear these thorns)
But I know all this dark won't swallow
The light I hide but still host her
I'll learn to hold
She will grow and grow
And she will shine so bright
Ashes to ashes, we all fall down
This little light of mine
I was told to let it shine
But I stood idly by
4.A Realization Of The Ear
Lyricist：Alex Bars, Brendan Brown, Andrew Cook, Nate Patterson, Brian
Southall
Don't love me and don't you dare care for me
I will only bring you pain
All the pleasure you can gather in this place
Will just amount to shame
All the bright colors I've ever loved
Will learn to fade
So bring back the womb of God
Oh bring, bring on the grave
Bring on the grave, bring on the grave
So this is what it's like
What it's like to disappear
With the music of the spheres
Still ringing in my ear
So this is what it's like
What it's like to disappear
With the music of the spheres
Still ringing in my ear
So this is what it's like
What it's like to disappear
With the music of the spheres
Still ringing in my ear
So this is what it's like
What it's like to disappear
With the music of the spheres
Still ringing in my ear
How will I find my way out of this？
How will I find my way out of this？
How will I find my way out of this？
...
5.Swallow People Whole
Lyricist：Alex Bars, Brendan Brown, Andrew Cook, Nate Patterson, Brian
Southall
From the manger to the morgue
Strangers are born and reborn
Giving birth to the wages of sin
And claiming it came from within, within
Within me there's a gaping hole
It seems I'm last to know
And no one or thing can fill this empty space
That I've been pacing in
I fell in love with an empty place
But I want change
But I won't change
I can't feel a thing
The pins and needles sing
I can say it
But it won't mean a thing
'Cause I know you'll fall for
Each and every pretty word I sing, sing
I can say it
But it won't mean a thing
'Cause I know you'll fall for
Each and every pretty word I sing
Sing, sing
Spirits spin me around once more
Sin if you sing the overture
That lulls me back to sleep
I swear I'm yours to keep
Consumed with consuming
Soon I'll swallow people whole
I'll have back what strangers stole
If I can't find my happiness
I'll soon devour yours
I'll sing your weary head to rest
With my overture
'Cause I fell in love
With that empty place
But I want yours
But I want yours
I can say it
But it won't mean a thing
'Cause I know you'll fall for
Each and every pretty word I sing, sing
I can say it
But it won't mean a thing
'Cause I know you'll fall for
Each and every pretty word I sing
Sing, sing
For it I fell
(We lose ourselves once more)
For it I fell so fast
For it I fell
(We lose ourselves once more)
For it I fell so hard
For it I fell
(We lose ourselves once more)
For it I fell so fast
I fell for it, I fell for it
(We lose ourselves once more)
You can say it
It won't mean a thing
'Cause I know I'll fall for
(We lose ourselves once more)
Each and every pretty word you sing, sing
(We lose ourselves once more)
You could say it
It won't mean a thing
'Cause you know I'll fall for
(We lose ourselves once more)
Each and every pretty word you sing, sing, sing
(We lose ourselves once more)
If I can't find my happiness
I'll sing your weary head to rest
With my overture
6.The Crop And The Pest
Lyricist：Alex Bars, Brendan Brown, Andrew Cook, Nate Patterson, Brian
Southall
Come away, come away with me
You perfect, perfect shell, you nautilus, nautilus
I will treat you so well, I'll take you up from this hell
My gracious host, you're my lover, won't you be my concubine？
The pleasure's all mine
Your pleasures are all mine to twist and turn around
In figure eights and out of place
Refuse the bounty of his right for the hunger of his left hand
A barren spring of fume and fret is coursing it's way
(I'm the fervor of the fever you can't sweat)
Through everything inside of me
(I'm the garments stuck to your skin)
And I know what won't ever sink
(Drenched and dripping wet)
Will slowly swim to the bottom
(I'm a spring of flowing fume and fret)
Just promise not to see me as I am
(Or what I'll become)
A pestilential scab
The scarlet of sunburned skin
I will stick to you like a wet cloth
(You just can't shed)
I will cling to you like a child to his mother's breast
You fertile crop, I won't be shed
I saw my shining shield and armor rust
I felt my posture bow and fall to dust
But all the vigils, and the stakes I claimed
Couldn't take the sting from out my shame
Couldn't take the color from the stain that I became
The stain that I became
I'm the fervor of the fever you can't sweat
I'm the garments stuck to your skin
Drenched and dripping wet
I'm a spring of flowing fume and fret
I'm the melody stuck inside your head
What have I become？
7.Epilogue
Lyricist：Alex Bars, Brendan Brown, Andrew Stephen Cook, Casey Blue
Crescenzo, Nathan James Patterson
This is the last night in my body, yeah
This is the last night in my body, yeah
(Somehow, for now, this skin will have to do)
This is the last night in my body, yeah
(Somehow, for now, this skin will have to do)
This is the last night in my body, yeah
(Somehow, for now, this skin will have to do)
This is the last night in my body, yeah
...
8.Broadcast Quality
Lyricist：Alex Bars, Brendan Brown, Andrew Stephen Cook, Casey Blue
Crescenzo, Nathan James Patterson
How did you know to find me here？
Tipped off you tiptoed to the tune of tapped wires
And insider information
This manifested destiny
You think you can bestow on me
And epidemic with allure
That brings intrigue to the dullest minds
'Fix your broken eyes on me,' she said
As she draped her arms around my head
But her wrist felt just like rope
Like rope, as they grazed my neck
And her fingers like spiders
Spun a web my body couldn't shed
And on the eve of battle
I lay these arms to rest
Have my subordinate coordinates
Finally turn themselves in
Transmitted and encoded
My encryptions have eroded
Now my whereabouts are
Living in the air waves thanks to me
'Fix your broken eyes on me,' she said
As she draped her arms around my head
But her wrist felt just like rope
Like rope, as they grazed my neck
Her fingers like spiders
Spun a web my body couldn't shed
Her fingers, like spiders
Spun a web my body couldn't shed
...
9.The War of All Against All
Lyricist：Alex Bars, Brendan Brown, Andrew Stephen Cook, Casey Blue
Crescenzo, Nathan James Patterson
Look alive gentleman
Or fake your death
Tour wounds undressed beneath your costumes
Some are so well rehearsed
For hearses it hurts
Always the first to wave the white flag
And barricade themselves
In false pretenses, fox holed in trenches
Forged casualties with casual pleas
Dying to please the enemy
We die to stay alive
We kill to survive
We are the corp of corpses
We are up in arms and armed
Bring all the king's horses and all the king's men
We are the corp of corpses
We are up in arms and armed
Bring all the king's horses and all the king's men
Bring all the king's horses and all the king's men
Push on, plod on these legs
Like pistons pumping forward motion
Convalescent men in uniform
We have fallen to friendly fire
Shrapnel freckles our spine
Still our feet fall one by one
We are the corp of corpses
We are up in arms and armed
Bring all the king's horses and all the king's men
We are the corp of corpses
We are up in arms and armed
Bring all the king's horses and all the king's men
We were led to lead lovers
Marching to the beat, to the beat
We were led to lead lovers
'Cause we kissed so well, we kissed so well
We were led to lead lovers
Marching to the beat, to the beat
We were led to lead lovers
We kissed so well, we kissed so well
The cannon's calling our name
I hear her singing to me
The cannon's calling our name
I hear her singing to me
In Morse code
'This is our revolution!'
In Morse code
'This is our revolution!'
In Morse code
'This is our revolution!'
In Morse code
'This is our revolution!'
10.Planning a Prison Break
Lyricist：Alex Bars, Brendan Brown, Andrew Stephen Cook, Casey Blue
Crescenzo, Nathan James Patterson
Warden's callin' for a lock down baby, he'll call on interim
inequities
This is the last night in my body, assist in the escape
Warden's callin' on a jailbreak baby, he'll fly like only a
jailbird could
He'll fly like only a jailbird could
Like a felon, he fell into scandals, scams and master plans
To circumvent all circumstances
He thought to his throat, 'We can swallow this key
And leave when we please'
(Lets hope his stomach, stomach)
Lets hope his stomach disagrees
Warden's callin' for a lock down baby, he'll call on interim
inequities
This is the last night in my body, assist in the escape
Warden's callin' on a jailbreak baby, he'll fly like only a
jailbird could
He'll fly like only a jailbird could
'Make a quick getaway', he said with his hands outstretched
To nurse her neck
She lured him in with a masochistic kiss
And he wished he could be anywhere, anywhere but here
Warden's callin' for a lock down baby, he'll call on interim
inequities
This is the last night in my body, assist in the escape
Warden's callin' on a jailbreak baby, he'll fly like only a
jailbird could
He'll fly like only a jailbird could
(Arm in arm we walk outside )
(So that all we've done was not in vain)
Warden's callin' for a lock down baby, he'll call on interim
inequities
This is the last night in my body, so assist in the escape
Warden's callin' on a jailbreak baby, he'll fly like only a
jailbird could
He'll fly like only a jailbird could
Warden's callin' for a lock down baby, he'll call on interim
inequities
(Somehow for now this skin will have to do)
This is the last night in my body, so assist in the escape
Warden's callin' on a jailbreak baby, he'll fly like only a
jailbird could
He'll fly like only a jailbird could
This is the last night in my body yeah
This is the last night in my body yeah
This is the last night in my body yeah
This is the last night in my body yeah
...
11.Venona
Lyricist：Alex Bars, Brendan Brown, Andrew Stephen Cook, Casey Blue
Crescenzo, Nathan James Patterson
Men are waiting patiently
Remove me from the scene
A sea of faceless souls in suits
A sight for eyes, like thumbs
Sore crooked and bow and foul relief
You have, you have been exposed
Your eyes speak well of you
They sing the requiem
To a closed casket burial
You conspiracy
Conspiring to deliver me to the authorities
I've been betrayed so graciously
My bloodhounds are hooked on a trail of ink
Which led me to the words you scribbled down
Obituary dedicated to me
Your eyes speak well of you
They sing the requiem
To a closed casket burial
You conspiracy
Conspiring to deliver me to the authorities
I've been betrayed so graciously
I might as well be blind
With isolated eyes like mine
Your fingers are star-crossed
Lovers that can't seem to get enough of each other
This pantomime dialect doesn't practice what you preach
Doesn't practice what you preach
I might as well be blind
With isolated eyes like mine
I might as well be blind
With isolated eyes like mine
I might as well be blind
With isolated eyes like mine
Your eyes speak well of you
They sing the requiem
To a closed casket burial
12.This Armistice
Lyricist：Alex Bars, Brendan Brown, Andrew Stephen Cook, Casey Blue
Crescenzo, Nathan James Patterson
Your gross fabrication of pretext could bore
Yet still I fall victim to syntax omitted
Just shy of something I could understand
So blissful, I press on to the sound of the organs
Playing their most convincing tunes
As they serenade to the parade of paid-off parts
And now the only thing left to discuss is
The details of this armistice
We've come to this agreement
Check my vitals
The truth is vile but vital to this cause
I've been held hostage
A captive of this passive shell
Give me gravity, give me clarity
Give me something to rely on
We're all puppets
We're all marionettes
We're all puppets
We're all marionettes
These body parts are parts of plans
Passed by my hands, my hands
My hands shake through handshakes
Forsaken by my limbs
My limbs sing the hymns
The hymns of a tyrant
In a crumbling pantheon
As inhabitants will raise their fists
And bid him to disarm
Check my vitals
The truth is vile but vital to this cause
I've been held hostage
A captive of this passive shell
Give me gravity, give me clarity
Give me something to rely on
We're all puppets
We're all marionettes
We're all puppets
We're all marionettes
We're all puppets
We're all marionettes
We're all puppets
We're all marionettes
And now the only thing left to discuss is
The details of this armistice
We've come to this agreement
Oh, how I've been teething
In light of your misleading
You've caused this collapse
Between the heart and the synapse
Oh, how I've been teething
In light of your misleading
You've caused this collapse
Between the heart and the synapse
Oh, how I've been teething
In light of your misleading
You've caused this collapse
Between the heart and the synapse
Oh, how I've been teething
In light of your misleading
You've caused this collapse
Between the heart and the synapse
13.The Rival Cycle
Lyricist：Alex Bars, Brendan Brown, Andrew Stephen Cook, Casey Blue
Crescenzo, Nathan James Patterson
Alongside all hearts
As they finish with backdrop cities
As jagged teeth are digging deeper
Ripping new wounds for former scars
Stricken with insomnia
Sickened lungs insist on heavy breathing
And the conductor is conducting
Electrical time signatures
And I fall into rhythm, my life is a rhythm
And my feet will improvise
(My feet off beat, my feet off beat)
As I sputter at the knee like a leaking faucet
You'll be undercover
Under covers sleeping with the enemy
This is what we like to call internal espionage
(Concrete-coated gazes in hot pursuit of mouth-made mazes)
(Talking circles around each other deserting halos to be)
(Handcuffed and hogtied with your words)
On the search for girls
(Stricken with insomnia)
With milk-carton father figures
My veins are pulsing
(Free form jazz)
To peninsula extremities
My fingertips tap-tap polyrythms
Like nervous fragments from a nervous mouth
And these words set the cadence
(These words set the cadence)
To the crude interpretation of scripts and codes
Bleeding pixels without homes
Reside in my mind, resonate in my eyes
You'll be undercover
Under covers sleeping with the enemy
This is what we like to call internal espionage
(Concrete-coated gazes in hot pursuit of mouth-made mazes)
(Talking circles around each other deserting halos to be)
(Handcuffed and hogtied with your words)
So affect this love affliction
Leave the injured overturned
Fight for breath with flailing arms
In vain, to float the bane
Tentative tastes for those less interesting
Leave the injured overturned
Fight for breath with the flailing arms
In vain, to float the bane
You'll be undercover
Under covers sleeping with the enemy
This is what we like to call internal espionage
(Concrete-coated gazes in hot pursuit of mouth-made mazes)
(Talking circles around each other deserting halos to be)
(Handcuffed and hogtied with your words)
14....Then I Defy You, Stars
Lyricist：Alex Bars, Brendan Brown, Andrew Stephen Cook, Casey Blue
Crescenzo, Nathan James Patterson
The apparitions tango to the sound of their heels tapping
A procession of prosthetic limbs and mannequins
They're all perfect models of imperfection
With marrow made of cellophane
Strap on your ballroom best
Breathe in and don't exhale
Oh, Juliet! Oh, Juliet!
Deny your name, your father
Strap on your ballroom best
Breathe in and don't exhale
Oh, Juliet! Oh, Juliet!
Deny your name, your father
Rearrange the cells that form my skin
See them through kaleidoscope eyes
Because everybody feigns sometimes
Times, times
Blur your eyes, Romeo
Bend the lines, Romeo
Do you like what you see？
Oh, Romeo
Where art thou？ I've dressed up this canvas skin
Painted something colorful just for you
Self-inflicted surgery is now routine
It erases all traces of faces
Where art thou？ I've dressed up this canvas skin
Painted something colorful just for you
Self-inflicted surgery is now routine
It erases all traces of faces
We have all known
We have all owned
Where art thou？ I've dressed up this canvas skin
Painted something colorful just for you
Self-inflicted surgery is now routine
It erases all traces of faces
Where art thou？ I've dressed up this canvas skin
Painted something colorful
Self-inflicted surgery is now routine
It erases all traces of faces
Where art thou？ I've dressed up this canvas skin
Painted something colorful
Self-inflicted surgery is now routine
It erases all traces of faces
15.Flee the Factory
Lyricist：Alex Bars, Brendan Brown, Andrew Stephen Cook, Casey Blue
Crescenzo, Nathan James Patterson
One hoped they'd break the patent when they die cast me in
stride
A simple steel specimen, truly empty down inside
With copper-core wound veins, a pumping cold hydraulic heart
Bellows cycle air on rhythms, rhythms fixed within my code
It's easier to bow than keep these knees locked tight
Like the rivets in my skin
My pulse reverberates through this malleable shell
With scars from shaping
My pulse reverberates through this malleable shell
With scars from shaping
My insides grind their gears, abrasive churning, I'm so
conductive
It's always been a task with such low impedance
My tendons tend to rust with time while wires misplace their
currents
So I will flee the factory and pray you to dismantle me
It's easier to bow than keep these knees locked tight
Like the rivets in my skin
My pulse reverberates through this malleable shell
With scars from shaping
My pulse reverberates through this malleable shell
With scars from shaping
Someone will find my makers, I'm coming apart at the seams
I'll cauterize myself back together again
My pulse reverberates through this malleable shell
My pulse reverberates through this malleable shell
16.Dead Men Tell No Tales
Lyricist：Alex Bars, Brendan Brown, Andrew Stephen Cook, Casey Blue
Crescenzo, Nathan James Patterson
I'll be the salt that resides
From the water that drains from your eyes
The sting that burns your open wounds
I'll flood the ground
I swear on your grave I'll bury this town
But not for me, no, never for me
No, not for me, no, never
We have tested the buoyancy of loyalty
You left our lungs for canteens
You left out ankles for anchors
We thought your arms were tied behind your back
But elastic bands tied your hands
You swim with reckless
Abandon ship! Mayday! Mayday!
Swim toward shore
Our captain is overboard
He punctured holes in the floorboards
To flood the bow just in time to bow out
Abandon ship!
Swim towards shore
He's over bored and overboard
Left in the wake
We man our own driftwood orphanage
A second-hand sailor's fleet to flee
Left in the wake
We man our own driftwood orphanage
Captain is over bored and overboard
Captain kept calling
Abandon ship! Mayday! Mayday!
Swim toward shore
Our captain is overboard
He punctured holes in the floorboards
To flood the bow just in time to bow out
Abandon ship!
Swim towards shore
He's over bored and overboard
He's over bored and overboard
And there's nothing you can do
When water ruins the maps we drew
Mayday! Mayday!
Save us from this drowning vessel
And there's nothing you can do
When water ruins the maps we drew
Mayday! Mayday!
Save us from this drowning vessel
I'll be the salt that resides
From the water that drains from your eyes
The sting that burns your open wounds
I'll flood the ground
I swear on your grave I'll bury this town
But not for me, no, never for me
We have tested the buoyancy of loyalty
You left our lungs for canteens
You left out ankles for anchors
We thought your arms were tied behind your back
But elastic bands tied your hands
You swim with reckless
And there's nothing you can do
When water ruins the maps we drew
Mayday! Mayday!
Save us from this drowning vessel
And there's nothing you can do
When water ruins the maps we drew
Mayday! Mayday!
Save us from this drowning vessel
17.The Evidence
Lyricist：Alex Bars, Brendan Brown, Andrew Stephen Cook, Casey Blue
Crescenzo, Nathan James Patterson
Its the consequence of privileged information
You can run, you can hide but light will find a way
And wither away, haunted and haunting
We all are followed by shadows from martyrs and mercenaries
Diseased by information, plagued by what we know
Burn the evidence, it's enough to make a case
It's enough to incriminate
Burn the evidence, it's enough to make a case
It's enough to incriminate
Down the empty corridor to the coroner, it's clear
Haunted and haunting, we are followed by shadows
Plagued by what we know
Burn the evidence, it's enough to make a case
It's enough to incriminate
Burn the evidence, it's enough to make a case
It's enough to incriminate
It's just a matter of time before they find, find out
It's just a matter of time, young man
It's just a matter of time before they find, find out
It's just a matter of time, young man
It's just a matter of time before they find, find out
It's just a matter of time, young man
It's just a matter of time before they find, find out
It's just a matter of time, it's just a matter
Burn the evidence, it's enough to make a case
It's enough to incriminate
Burn the evidence, it's enough to make a case
It's enough to incriminate
It's just a matter of time before they find, find out
It's just a matter of time, young man
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