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Sorry About The Mess

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Walk through the entrance and take a seat Look around and witness this natural scenery No one cares any more, they choose to just look down Obsessed with a presence that doesn't exist Creative endeavors become phantom limbs A false hope in this happiness An addiction that I choose doesn't exist I used to think I could change the world Now I just want to be left alone What have I become? Take me back to the smoking section Take me back to before we learned our life lessons Take me back to the smoking section Back before our bodies became an obsession Isolation will never breed unity I guess thats a social consequence Of a false hope that doesn't exist I used to think I could change the world Now I just want to be left alone What have I become?
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Translate the doctrine Interpret what you will Thoughts become radicalized Succumb to religious zeal No resistance Just starvation Anabaptist Declaration Take a wife, a child to bed A vision, a dream, they were to be wed. And I believe in you this time It's the order of life and I've capitalized These tongs they glow of red They say the devils flesh is what I represent. I swear I heard those voices Telling me to do those things I swear we heard those voices Telling us to do those things. Contact with flesh Skin explodes across the deck Contact with flesh The more I move these spikes will dig into my neck. Contact with flesh I see the the children , they've all looked away. Contact with flesh Don't pass out, they'll keep you alive until you've paid your debt. Hang your body overhead Glorify your public death Know your place in life.
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Chromatic scales and out of key Seems to me the perfect recipe For these memories to crumble To the rotten foundation I once found comfort amongst the addicts and the self-empowered We all had our say We all set fire to the frame and as we ran away We proclaimed We are free Burn it down now to the ground Rip it up from the inside out
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Believe me I'm sick of feeling this way Like I have no self worth This imposter complex And making a change seems like a bore Ive been playing this game now for too long I'm cutting the cord now for what it's worth I really don't anyone listens anymore We all have too much going on. Prefect, clear, and removed from emotions and relationships Always too much going on. Don't take the time to repair the damage done Wake up, slouch at work to keep the lights on. (Tom Waits reading "The Laughing Heart," by Bukowski)
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The Accident 04:09
I can't believe he showed his face The last things we said crossed a line No more rejection or accepting. Just complete amputation no more regrowth. It's abandonment that forces me to act this way. The life of my love was short Abuse will wear anybody down I perceive this world differently than most I've lived the past 50 years of my life hardly ever alone. I'm a shell made up of washed up skin complexion, and the shakes. A constant reminder of how I've let myself and children down. I used to be strong Now I cower at the slightest confrontation. Just sneak off, do I even find comfort in the ground.? This living rooms a reminder An argument in every bedroom Just make it home. Close one eye Grip tight with both hands A swear tomorrow I'll begin to change In this moment of hostility I think I see clarity Crashing sounds interrupt leaving me abashed The last thing I remember Is a shattered windshield and a blood soaked dash. I'll change for you.

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Instead of going out and trying to form a band I decided to play all of the instruments. Everything that you hear on this recording was done by me (Richie). Its the first time I've ever tried something like this, and the results are mixed. With that being said, sorry about the mess.

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released August 27, 2017

Recorded in my spare bedroom during the month of July.

Guitar, drums, bass, vocals: Richie

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