I can see an unjust other
Typing along in the absence of a mother
Probably stiff arming a hand
In the face of everything of which we stand

I believe the worst of the other
Without your support we could be facing yet another
I know the other's on the wrong side
My cruelty is officially justified

He'd love to live his idealist dreams
But we know they can get taken to the deep extremes
Do we really want to live in the vision of the other

When you look at the cycle of history
Somehow you'll see what I want to see
We're headed straight into the excesses of the other

We've got to stop the other

Because we'll have right on our side as long as we're victims
We can never be wrong as long as we're victims
Always be victims

The Other - 3:15:15

Empty wishes
Dirty dishes
A new set of each waiting for us in 24 hours
 
A different joy
To employ
The loss of the old throws a tantrum before it cowers
 
Because I just can't stand the thought of losing you
Not to someone else but the process that we choose
And the time we're working to apply the glue
 
Magic wand
Metallic bond
The finite duration of the sensation of forever
 
Dance and duel
A new molecule
Unwillingness to accept its possible to sever
 
Because I just forgive and find parity
Fester bitterness and animosity
And the time we're working my skin's density

The wise that I crack from the corner of my mouth
You just can't take me so seriously
From nine moving clockwise, over the top
To dead end frustration at three
 
Because I find if time is a distance what is one more
Mile on a road either 2 or 394
And the time to discover something to explore

The Time We're Working - 3:15:15

I can assign you a title and invoke it when giving a gold star/But I can’t tell you you’re special however I can listen when they say you are/That’d make your talents and choices a powerful engine no direction bestowed/So you’re a series of noises revving loud but never hitting the road/Outbursts tantrums straws of wishes grasped as a means to cope/Just because I don’t have faith doesn’t mean I’m not brimming with hope/I’m just a creature of habit/Execution in spite of hormonal moods/They bounce up just like a rabbit/A vision of awe while self-doubt eludes/Mondays no longer seem so bad admitting it makes me afraid/Maybe it was bad advice to love how we get paid/You’re the implication of when I acted or refused to budge/The implication for everyone to judge/Time’s temporary construction documented by your age’s numeral/Inevitable destruction Your next birthday serves as the funeral/Cynicism’s but a device for seeking cheap self-esteem/Death’s the current and we’re lucky for decades to swim upstream/You’re the implication of when I acted or refused to budge/The implication for everyone to judge

Drums – Sean Wilke
Bass – John Contreras
Backing Vocals – Matthew Feasley, Mike McGovern
Guitars, Vocals, Percussion – Matt Wilke
Recorded by Steve Albini and Grégoire Yeche at Electrical Audio, Mike McGovern at Noiselab in the Spring of 2015
Mixed by Mike McGovern at Noiselab
Mastered by Carl Saff
Written by Matthew D Wilke 



The Implication

After your prime combat age your magic flutes residence on the stage long since you had to prepare because they know e=mc2 when you're brilliant and young not one praise gone unsung and the pretense it reflects off the coast of what comes next I'm an optimist such an optimist my predictions somehow go wrong somehow the curse of your expertise will attest to little more than a passing grade for a license at best I know you're just a limitation best I can do with my imagination a scoreboard counting the goals declaring I avoided Santa's coals that I'm guilty time served graded on a curve the eternity it reflects off the coast of my control complex I'm an optimist such an optimist my predictions somehow go wrong the pressure of forever legitimizes a worth to being as dead as I was long before birth prior work and valor validate and represent later sins called from the general's tent say I'm gulity time served graded on a curve thanks to the outcome to which I clung when I was brilliant and young I'm an optimist such an optimist my predictions somehow go wrong

Off the Coast

Early on the frame has two choices to give be your dream or be a condescending adjective later on do the verb keep your head down do it till your luck turns around believe what they say and embrace the noun content is insufficient for adherence there's the showing up and making the appearance stay with your head down get your persona established in your town do it all if you want the claim to be the noun observe intrinsic feedback don't hear anything that's said note the body language attention of the forward facing bobbing head one thing connects and watch the hype increase stall on the work because it's not the next masterpiece entitlement grows from the delusions of the newfound renown sell out the verb because you bought into the noun start lines with verbs and the subject avoids the noun think twice about taking the title of being the noun.

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