This song is about a certain mental human interaction that can often be inaccurate, and a distortion of true reality. We hope you enjoy our track: Assumptions. The single of our first EP. 

Lyrics:
"Talk to me straight,
Nah, it's all assumptions.
It's all assumptions.

I'm used to blimpin' 
And breaking down,
Now I've got to remind 
My breezy breathing 
To chill out 
Like the weather reacting to 
The vapor it would blow out.

Hearing all of you
Like I taught you a lesson.
Getting gone with me,
Like, I need a resurection
From horrible mistakeness
And easy integration.

I'm a psychotic patient 
Scratching my neck.

Let it go
Easily,
Like I will to you.
Let it go
Easily,
Like I will to you.

Tough nut to crack
Tough trout to squabble with, 
Checker boards and labyrinths.
Cheesy maze
Pip squeak 
Hide and go seek 
Keeping strong cause 
I'm so weak.
I'm so weak.

Let it go
Easily,
Like I will to you.
Let it go
Easily,
Like I will to you."

Thank you,
-KV

Assumptions

"My filtration's getting set 
Upon the dial tone.
Everyone is in this place
And I need space to be alone.
Nitty gritty, 
They all moving to the back seat.
Throwing pity 
When shoes aren't here 
For fashion week.

Yea,
Shops in the city
Calling up a fuss.
Parlors serving tables
'till they get bussed.
Tips in a penny,
People in a rush
Spending all they're money
'till they're bankrupt.

Particles of particulate
Parts of inches within my
Pixels and pores.
So intricate, 
But not one 
Point in particular,
As previously indicated,
Pinch me please.

Stories and metaphors 
They're boring
And cause blocked resevoirs
From all outstanding doors 
That stoop in the man,
Like carnivores.

Honest, moon divers,

I like to keep 'em guessing,
And guessing, 
As they infiltrate.

Honest moon divers
Ask who was missed 
In the midst of all things.

No atmsa for the atmosphere 
Where astronauts float.
Keep me homebound.

Ask who was missed 
In the midst of all things.
Ask who was missed 
In the midst of all things.

Honest Moon Divers."

Honest Moon Divers

Parrott Avenue Frequencies (interlude)

"It's all illusive.
I'm a free-bird, 
But it's contemplative,
Take one,
Take two.
My soul keeps me up at night.
I can hold tighter
When soaring far away,
And I'm so tired of guessing.
So, it's a give and take situation
Don't mean to be 
Anything close to 
Swarms of sadly.
Don't mean the melancholy
Worms of dirt, but
I'm the part time
Minor keys of earth.

Dig me up, Junebug,
Rake me with your wisdom
So innate. 
I'll glide down a hill 
On the handles of your bike.

Live in a land 
Where people think enough 
To not think too much.
I'll play my keys 
As we drink margaritas.
And it'll taste like April,
But it might smell like fall.

And if I don't do enough walkin'
Then I'll be ready to run,
Catch the after midnight moon
Cause, damn, that'd be fun."

Part Time

"I sleep off the sadness.
I sleep off the sadness...

I call myself a writer,
You call yourself a nutcase.
I sleep off the sadness
Like picking up shotgun shells.
Really awake,
But my mind's drawing blank.
Giving you glue
For the higher sake.
So easy for you to take, 
But it's the mind 
That's really hard to make up,
Cause the best of marriages 
Still break up.

Skidding to nobody true
And laughing on the balcony.
If home is where you are
Then shelter's called blasphemy.

Shooting yourself up so tall,
Honey, that's where your ass falls.
You asked for it.
Say you can't last with it,
Honey, you asked for it,
Oh, you know you did

Toxic waste,
Toxic intake.
Toxic waste,
Toxic intake."

Toxic Waste

Lyrics:
"Fragrant Roses
Shine Through the window pane.
Turn off the TV
It's making me insane.
Sails wagging like a dogs tail.
Waves motioning a trail.
Right there, in the foreground,
Making the loud sweet sound of a crash."