Born Foreign (Demo - Gallo Sessions)

Progress is made by a swinging pendulum,
With hand shakes made between loose affiliations.
Sent by well trimmed lines of communication.
Progress is made by a swinging pendulum.

These steady hands will save you.
These steady hands will save.
These steady hands can save you.
These steady hands will save.

We're further than you know,
But it will never be enough.
Don't think they'll understand
Well they seem so out of touch.
We lost them long ago.
They look so dangerous.
We're further than you know,
But it will never be enough.

We're falling out of touch.
We're falling out of touch.
We're falling out of touch.

David Samayoa - Guitars/Vocals
Sean Perscky -  Bass/Vocals
Alexander Luna - Drums/Vocals

Loose Affiliations

The rise, the rise, they're on the run.
The run, the run lost breath, 
and now they're done;
and now they're done.

The size, the size, they're overgrown.
The groan, they groan, let loose,
and then fell down;
and then fell down.

Will they be the last to know?
We can't predict their crime.
Will they have no place to go?
No solace in their lies.

David Samayoa - Guitars/Vocals 
Sean Perscky - Bass 
Alexander Luna - Drums/Vocals

The Rise

Calm now,
this is all we've come for.
Can't we pretend
this is all in your head.

Fall now,
for subtle superstition.
Can't we pretend,
it's easy to believe.

He yells, "Onward now!"
with no shame to supersede.
He'll soon realize.
He was never in the lead.
And he keeps nodding his head
as if he'd always understood.
When he hears, "Onward now!"
he'll turn to head back home.

David Samayoa - Guitars/Vocals 
Sean Perscky - Bass/Vocals
Alexander Luna - Drums

Onward

I've seen the lines you neatly perforate.
All I want you to let me know.
You're blurring the lines, cause you can.
When no ones left, we're hanging on.

David Samayoa - Guitars/Vocals
Sean Perscky - Bass
Alex Luna - Drums

Blurring Lines

We play half-sick so we stay home.
We fake half-sick, convince no one.
This conversation's reached no one.
We'll fake half-sick so we're on and find a safe way home.

I'm on your side,
but we can't always be right .
I’ve found sometimes,
we're the ones who can't decide.
I thought we'd begin to end this line.
But I can't help, I've realized,
but I'm on your side.

David Samayoa - Guitar/Vocals
Sean Perscky - Bass
Alexander Luna - Drums

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