Comes in a glossy digipak with four different panels. All photography by Logan Kruse. Disc artwork by Graves Hansen. All graphic designs by Shadow Devereaux & Keenan Nerby.
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This world is a throat grip.
This dynasty, dystopic.
Ugly coyote getting wily from the coke drip.
Finally the hope glimpse is written off as horse shit.
Means we're stable with a hard shell.
Get it? No you don't, bitch.
Faux cliques, hold this
While I go take a piss
Dip some molly. She blows dick
Then back to the party, so slick.
Bro-tank spilled four drinks
No thanks to hoe-cake
They're grinding genitals and teeth
Beats me how this culture came to be
I'm increasingly more disappointed with free speech
I told my friends I need to roll a bat
Smoke and sleep
Roll out of bed then we
Can steal that land they stole from me.
Note this, I hold a key.
Hopeless, this whole machine.
Atonement won't do a thing.
You fucked up, fucked us, stole some dreams.
Generation disconnect, enough's enough stop holding.
Next phone I see is getting fucking pawned for groceries.
I’m losing sleep as lions feast on sheep.
Dying to keep my head afloat, but somehow
It just creeps slowly up on me.
Crawling quickly up my spinal chord.
All you do is sink, so tell me
What the fuck you dying for?
I lie and I hoard to drink and snort
I am always burning.
These are the days of our lives
Or slowly we’re learning.
As the hand on the clock turns
Your candle’s running out.
Telling her that he loved her
Only seemed to dumb her down.
Don’t you hear that sound?
That is your mind taking full advantage.
Are you with me now? Baby you don’t understand
Karma kisses on my calluses reopening old wounds.
Drama pisses on the challenges slamming shut opportunity.
Lately, it’s getting a little complicated.
Blatantly, I need to piece me back together
Before it’s too late and everything that is meant to be
Broken and tattered.
I’ll make the toast: “Here’s to you, and your happy never after.”
Reach inside myself pull out my heart, pull out my art
I pull out a martyr that dies to live to be smarter
I am the gift of an artist by being the swiftest and smartest
That I can be, I can see that I can be one of the hardest
Working people you've probably had the chance to lay your eyes on
Chances come and go just like the songs up on your iPod
So listen in, this requires more than listening
Like feel the energy of all the songs that I've been christening
And envision things, come feel the euphoria the vision brings
Been on the ground for so long I need something to replace some missing wings
And I found it, I found it
This dreams the size of a mountain
No stopping me from getting what I see, so pop some corn and keep watching
I dream more than I really should
It's not normal
But I think that it's really good
I'm feeling formal
This lifestyles so suitable and I'm stuck inside the crucible
The melting pot can hold a lot as long as the noose can hold