main track/drums: Brendan O'Donnell
synth/additional production: Alexoteric
lyrics/vox: Alexoteric
guitar/additional production: Bruce Howze, Jr

Honey, the change of the the seasons brings another gift, 
another challenge of the cobras and of the myths
of our rotten generations
those same gods that bound us last summer
their holy bodies wash up on the shores
of the bedrooms of our nation

You're so strange, for reasons i can't admit, 
drinking form your chalice seems so alien, so forfeit
But I know there's hope on the horizon
I know there's wonders outside of their cold machinations
We spent our final cents on paths and rent
and a collection of tapes that were never meant to be shown

This is not a test

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Alexoteric

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