Amphetamines

Unerthed: Hole Erth Unplugged

Undercurrent (unerthed)

Walking In The Rain (unerthed)

Reseda (unerthed)

Hollywood (unerthed)

Raps by Dwynell Roland and P.O.S
Beat by YATA
Additional throwdowns by Casey Gerald and Ryan Amos
Mixed by Joe Mabbott at The Hideaway
Mastered by Bruce Templeton at Microphonic Mastering

Mud Tires

Boneyard

Horseshit

cruising down fantasy pkwy alone at night. street lamps won't come on.

written & performed by deM atlaS
produced by Joshua Turner
co produced by Chris Hooks
mixed & mastered by Akiyoshi Ehara

HAVE FUN, Pt. II

STEF 
When’s go? / I’ve been sittin here / I been plotting on the world / waiting for the right right now / Waiting for the minute when I can get all the way in it and make mine now / Flip that low life round / strip that crown / take down heads trying to wear that dead / Yeah, let me kill that / I hit it running, ain’t nothing catching me, that’s that / Matchless / Match to the mattress / restless / dreaming / I never believe what I’m seeing / Own world / Own yours / Phone home, own up, get unstuck reeling / Sights high, eye-line low / I might crow (bangarang) / Let it go / But I’ve been sitting here / I’ve been watching / Come close caution / Cut throat, get a rope, lost em... / As if you had him in the first place / I’ve been a rat but I ain’t never seen a cage in the worst way / I crave days where the work’s play / but I can’t seem to satiate, or get away, or get it straight, or get okay with okay / No way / Let me demonstrate / Other shit, own way, loving it all day / Coming with the content / Coming with the nonstop 

SIMS 
Coiled in the grass blades make blood boil / Sling snake oil singing these are the last days / These are the things that will ease your pain / These are the keys to the pearly gates / Trade your wage and he’ll learn your name / Earn your place, all it takes / They set the stakes with loaded dice / shout on high that the end is nigh, but I don’t mind / I don’t deal in fear, I’m so right here / so right now, they got no idea / They over-blow the slope then throw the folk a rope to cope control the soul like dope / They’re comatose in warming glow, froth and foam / I can feel the storm forming though / Fate and time is all a made-up line / It’s all a made-up line, it’s all a state of mind 

BEAK (Hook) 
And the roof caved in and the porch lights froze / And the woods lay thin and the torch light grows / You may find yourself in a corpse-like pose as you go / And the tombs spread out and the birch still grows / And the fumes head south and the earth will slow / You may find yourself on a search for gold as you go 

MIKE 
And it ain’t October/ bak’tuns and roses stolen with bare hands will touch back / Crosshairs to hooked snares a tough catch / Got a breath if nobody else sees it / Gonna starve if nobody else eats me / Dead in the water got my knees to the gut rot / Rings in the fire just a breeze to a sunspot / hmm / And it ain’t all over / Nights are longer before them days get colder / Run home, little soldier / This ain’t the war you’re fighting it’s the Red October / Ughh! / And you don’t have choices / We don’t either cuz we got these voices / But I’m scared when I yell / I’m selling em all poison, broken toys, bones and raw noises / So I hold my own / Hold my word, keep my sword in stone / I swear I’m getting it all wrong / not the end of the world just the end to this song 

CECIL 
And it goes… Thanks for the invite / Thanks for the memories / Thanks for the insight / We pray that you’ll never leave / We’ll tell stories by a maglite (never leave) / We’re gonna pick up on a fair fight (never leave) / And every morning, noon and midnight / we’ll be torn and bruised from fistfights / May be the oldest news and dissed right to our faces / …so lets take flight / We’ve been a part of the chain for so long / Been a part of the spark of the flame that goes wrong / We’ve been a part for a day and wrote songs about / and we could go on about it / But, the long and the short is… / we got no shortage / We got our pain on payroll / paint on the canvas with the face of an angel (Hook)

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