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released October 8, 2013

Joshua McKay - Drums & percussion. Knol Tate - Vocal, guitars & keyboards. Travis Collins - Bass guitar & vocal. Zach Roth - Guitar & atmospherics.

Engineered, mixed and produced by Deleter. Mastered by Knol Tate.

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Deleter Minneapolis, Minnesota

Skewed but catchy. Straight forward yet obtuse. Angry but thoughtful. Sleeker, simpler and meaner.

Lyricist and guitarist Knol Tate (Satellite Voices, Askeleton, Killsadie, Hidden Chord). Bass guitarist and vocalist Travis Collins (Satellite Voices, Spirit Of 76). Drummer and percussionist Josh McKay (Farewell Continental, Mourner). Guitarist Jordan Morantez (The King & The Thief/Blue Green).
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Track Name: Change Your Fucking Name
this is finally dead
abrupt silence shed
dumped in a bucket
dumped in a back room
that's painted blue
that's painted just for you
you've said "well, fuck it"
and "just forget it"
we're waiting just for you
and fucking fuck you too

this sound is dead
a quiet movement
over lips that squeak
shit instead of a words
absurd foundries
your arms as wings
you sweet fucking thing
you sweet fucking thing
we're waiting just for you
and fucking fuck too
Track Name: Kings And Queens Of Sympathy
teeth and eyes and mind
all over the white walls
the kings and queens of sympathy
mouths that move in time
trying to convince us all
the sinfully tick symphony

what is good for one
is good for all
a cold vacant stare
a word to show you don't care
what is good for one
is good for all

the trigger finger shakes
and leaders laugh
they televised a suicide
but no one really died
they just sunk in time
from the kingdom of lies
Track Name: Question Our
at four thirty in the morning
there are voices of men
voices that are threatening

question our integrity
question our means to be
held up in vague theories
placed in a secret scheme

pad me down, nothing found
track me down, no one around
save the last scene for your first words

question our integrity
question our means to be
held up in vague theories
placed in a secret scheme

indeed in depth
in step to bleed
indeed in depth
no breath to breathe
indeed in depth
in step to bleed
indeed in depth
no scene to scheme
Track Name: Control/Chaos
the miracle of madness in disguise
control and chaos gripes your mind
when you are repeating numbers
say them backwards, bleed from the knee

control and chaos indeed
control and chaos for your greed

know what there is to know when nothing that you know is
known but first confused with me
it is doubled back and the cursing that you've felt is
completely pleasing but left you thirsty

control and chaos indeed
control and chaos for your greed

was it now or then you see
you are not or will ever be

control and chaos indeed
control and chaos for your greed
Track Name: Art Fucks Need Fucking
art fucks need fucking
forest head, forest floor
the rise of urban splendor
and rural withdraw
they kindly return
and ask of you
to fuck the landscapes
built for you - you - you

nothing is new
no new scene to drain
the new is retro
already strained
but fucks need fucking
in a pissed kiddie pool
to fuck the landscapes
built for you - you - you
Track Name: You Are Welcome
when you come back to us, dear

and are as pure as anything
shut up, shut in

place your hands in mine
shut up, shut in

and close your eyes

an escapists last parade
with hair cut across the page


these roots, they dirty hands

and dirt it dirties your knees
shut up, shut in

place your hands in grime
shut up, shut in

and feast your eyes

a tempered movie parody

glad that you were invited

glad you never came

you are welcome for the choice


your brow is uptight, dear

a look that still leave us cold
shut up, shut in

do your hands understand
shut up, shut in

what really makes a man