In my opinion, their grips loosened. Their eyes melted shut. Behold the truth of the sun. There is no lying. You make it so easy to lose faith in you. Did you ever want it at all? Youthful years spent wondering only to see such crystallized people. We will not wait. We will not wait. I am sick of trying to balance your bullshit excuses.

Oh! Snapple Fapple! (Redone)

Lyrics:
Here we go again. I drank a gallon and I'm thinking with my wrong fucking head. If I could just step out of myself, I think I'd wring my own fucking neck. So I let the world know we're here to get drunk. Getting faded everyday til the day I die. Life is a party and I plan to keep it that way, pull out and pray. OH! Seems to happen every year. I lost all of my holiday cheer. Oh well, I guess.

Hot-Tub-Cocktail (Ft. John Espiritu of Count Your Prophet)

UGH! Right in the gut with the truth again. I wanna sleep in the nude and sleep until noon. I don't wanna be a victim of thought, but there's always something I have to do. I dunno, man. I'm pretty sick of it. I'd really love for it to stop. I wonder when I'll adapt to this shit. Until then I'm asking myself: "What will it take for me to be calm?" You've got to stand up straight, no slouching. You can help your mom (I give up on that one). You can get a job (that's not for everyone). You can do what everyone wants, but it's not enough, it's not enough. Let me tell you what, you've got to keep your shoulders straight and your head in the clouds. I shouldn't have to tell you, alive you'll never make it out.

The Posture Chamber

Lyrics:
I can never articulate the relentless creations my mind animates. The things I've thought the things I've seen, it makes me hate you all. I hope destruction comes, I wish to burn it all. Fire would be a hell of a sight to see, but I don't think humans deserve the luxury. I would rather see the bubbles form around your eyes, holding you all under, touching the end of your lives. And then you bloat, scattered around like a bunch of fucking maggots. I can already tell that this will not end well.

If I Littered

Lyrics:

Oh! Everything is a mistake, a random reformation of all that already was. Shape shifting intake with opposing interpretations, with fate and purpose being our only flaws. I have never believed in anything in this life, for if I did I would have never learned a thing. Smoke some dope and look through a fucking microscope, and see that life is no miracle, not the one you hoped. We are disgusting by choice and not of a mal-design. Stop fingering at old dusty scriptures to try and understand why. Searching for relevance of your existence only proves you to be quite the fool. Your life on this planet here and now is no more than a fetal hiccup in a womb.

Hiccups

Lyrics: 
Oh, everything is a mistake. A random reformation of all that already was. Shape shifting intake with opposing interpretations, with fate and purpose being our only flaws. I have never believed in anything in this life, for if I did, I would have never learned a thing. Smoke some dope and look through a fucking microscope, and see that life is no miracle, not the one you hoped. We are disgusting by choice, and not of a mal-design. Stop fingering at old dusty scriptures to try and understand why. Searching for relevance of your existence only proves you to be quite the fool. Your life on this planet here and now is no more than a fetal hiccup in a womb.

Hiccups (finished)

Lyrics:
You're all a bunch of fucking traitors (haters) to the earth. You don't deserve to be here. Separate and divide yourselves. You let confusion become the one source of instruction. You made sure to build your palaces nice and high so descendants could watch them fall. If it wasn't for your lust for power, there would be no progression. If it wasn't for your lust for power, there would be no reason to live. War has become your favorite way to see who is really loved by god, (as) as though I had a preference. I have found no reason to allow you to stay. I will be forced to exterminate. Good riddance. You never mattered anyway.

Precursor

Lyrics:
If it wasn't for sympathy you would have no fanbase. All your talk of supporting the underground when you only care about how much your band gains. The similarities between you and them go on, on, on, on, and on. Can you smell the stagnancy in the air? Like a beauty pageant for your ears. I'm no mule to be dragged through the same fucking shit time and time again. We're not hard to find (I don't like your fucking tone). We've been underground the whole time (couldn't even hold your own).

The Termislamer

Some early morning house music.

We got tired of waiting to start a side project, so we did the damn thing. 
Two dudes from Modesto's Mini Game Villains.

Alfonso "Mini Vini" Lopez: Bass/Vocals
Alex "Moe" Zamora: Vocals/Guitars/Drums/Keys


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