Bivouac

Donatello

Etc.

Kiss The Bottle

RDV (Late Nite Edit)

air!

Do Not Disturb

Our lifestyle just making the money
How we all fatigued, but we ain’t even running 
I guess our minds still clouded when the days are sunny 
Yeah we work to be sweet just to consume the honey 

People travel in the cold to be warm and fuzzy 
Distractions with fakeness, how they move, a dummy
In your 20s and the system trynna name you stuck
And when you make it up, they go and say it’s luck

So tell me will they show care, when the life ain’t fair 
Talk about their silence, put their mind to share
Save them from the dark, shed some light in here
Will the truth be told and will they write sincere? 
Listen to the cries, see their eyes of tears 
Money in the safe to provide the gear 
But the moneys for the war and it feeds on the people 
Dreams for a meal, it’s a world full of evil 

I’m a full Italian, I was raised in London 
And I’m grateful I got shelter and the foods abundant
Many live on land, but their lives are sunken 
Their beliefs ain’t right so they’re lined with gunman 

I mean its funny how we live in this world we’re in 
The hierarchy make you feel like an object of sin 
We protest but they’re changing the subject to win 
They’re using us like guitars and they’re pulling the strings

Our lifestyle just making the money
How we all fatigued but we ain’t even running 
I guess our minds still clouded when the days are sunny 
Yeah we work to be sweet just to consume the honey 

People travel in the cold to be warm and fuzzy 
Distractions with fakeness, how they move, a dummy
In your 20s and the system trynna name you stuck
And when you make it up they go and say it’s luck

All these members up high got a morphed mentality
Gamble with the lives on a high mortality 
Blinded from the capital, It goes to show
Exhale to breathe, and watch the sanity blow 

People stressing over work, so they drink and smoke
Because we’re paying for presence, and so we use ‘em to cope
Its all a cycle of money, they gain and make you broke 
In a hospital, liver fails and you pay for the hope 

They know the truth but they struggle to address the lies
Too busy covered in layers, they gotta dress the mind  
But when they finally take it off, we ain’t mesmerised
Everything that they stated, no we don’t recognise 

Yeah I’m a full Italian, I was raised in London 
And I’m grateful I got shelter and the foods abundant
Many live on land, but their lives are sunken 
Their beliefs ain’t right so they’re lined with gunman 

I mean its funny how we live in this world we’re in 
The hierarchy make you feel like an object of sin 
We protest but they’re changing the subject to win 
They’re using us like guitars and they’re pulling the strings

Our lifestyle just making the money
How we all fatigued but we ain’t even running 
I guess our minds still clouded when the days are sunny 
Yeah we work to be sweet just to consume the honey 

People travel in the cold to be warm and fuzzy 
Distractions with fakenesss how they move, a dummy
In your 20s and the system trynna name you stuck
And when you make it up they go and say it’s luck

So tell me will they show care when the life aint fair 
Talk about their silence put their mind to share
Save them from the dark, shed some light in here
Will the truth be told and will they write sincere? 
Listen to the cries, see their eyes of tears 
Money in the safe to provide the gear 
But the moneys for the war and it feeds on the people 
Dreams for a meal, it’s a world full of evil

System

the lost soul down

Wait Long By the River and the Bodies of Your Enemies Will Float By

Shark Fin Blues

You Let My Tyres Down / Back To The Wall

You Let My Tyres Down

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While I was piecing these songs together, the idea of Personalities came to me due to their differences. The songs are so different, yet they fit together so well. They range from acoustic stuff, to a beat, and even to a melodic hardcore style.

The lyrics are similar throughout the album, as I was searching for a cathartic experience in the lyrical process, trying to remove the bitterness I've been feeling the past 6-9 months. I believe the lyrics do reflect that.

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