Deus Ex Machina

Lyrics:

Have I spirited away your youthfulness?
Have I ingurgitated your sanctity?
Pending doubts withhold the lightshed needed
To bleed this turn of events in a profusion of selfish, thoughtless actions

How can you still look into these eyes?
Sadistic little eyes -- provide the shelter for every single lie
and things I wish I'd never had said
The words cannot return to poisoned lips

The force exerted that must never be allowed to resurface
I'm on the receiving end of Karma's  guns
I'm paying the price with my life, my love.

This tap, tap, tapping of ballpoint on parchment
Accompanied by a feeling always left unto my name
isolation, unfailing devils in me

Forgotten promises, unfulfilled wishes
Obsessing myself with the little decorations of love
All the petty little things that only satisfy the now.

Although once I was your Sun
Now, just a speck in the sky
No one cares, no one noticed, not even so much as a smile

Not even so much as a smile
Now I'm martyred, marooned in my own room
Impending doom of us

Developed a complex, developed a self-fulfilling prophecy
All the while making up none of the difference

Chicken-scratch scratch the bedpost as we're three more til the drawer
All these walls still stand here as four as your pictures grace their surface
Frozen space, their purpose fulfilled
Running, running, still no sign of our finish line
We have branched off on two separate routes
We've abandoned our roots while nobody was looking
Running to what was the end?
I found a mistress in misfortune
More than an acquaintance, if you will.

Paying homage to the dead as I bask in the forlorn of eventide
As you run into the first flush of morning holding vitality within your hands
As I grasp this fire within mine.
Paying homage to the dead as I bask in the forlorn of this eventide
As you run into the first flush of morning holding vitality


Personnel:

Jonathan Orriols: Guitar, Composer, Drum-Programming, Co-Producer
William Lawson: Vocals, Lyrics
Alejandro Rivero: Bass, Drum-Programming, Co-Producer, Mixing Engineer, Mastering Engineer

My Shell

Lyrics:

"Because you take away this pain"
I am the martyr, but I can't wipe these hands off clean
Prisoner, with a thirst to destroy all
this is all i ever want to be
a specter with the thirst to destroy you

with the hair of the dog that bit me
i've never felt so guilty
making them all bend with these hands
these hands, these bloodied hands
they make me what I am

the code to the universe 
but my sins were sent up before you denied

I can't accept this false repitition
they're the difference we shared, that's all
i can't accept this, it's our foundation
there's no longer love we share

I am the hunter
Stalk my prey by the scent of the arrival
gone to save yourself
why do I enjoy this?
breathe, kill
paint the circle, vicious cycle


Personnel:

Jonathan Orriols: Guitar, Composer, Drum-Programming, Co-Producer
William Lawson: Vocals, Lyrics
Alejandro Rivero: Bass, Drum-Programming, Co-Producer, Mixing Engineer, Mastering Engineer

Lyrics:

She's a train wreck with women and children on board
(clawing eyes out with lids closed)
the car crash from which you cannot avert your gaze
and from which no one will walk away
a world where God reserves no mercy for the weak

Let the wave ride the light
we can't see the same
so let's all break through
wanting all and wanting none in clarity
see me ripping every second between her words like a reality
that can only exist when nothing's concealed 

so stricken 'cos I no longer control what's reavealed
we are the words on the paper
we are the god in the box
we are both hopelessly dead in the now
knowing the lies that i feed on will not stop me for long
get up, get out, move on
get up, get out, move on

preyed on by the sight of how her lips curve when she smiles
yeah, we both look the same 
as when we walked away
but something's seemingly changed 

Life recede, return into the ocean
buckle, crumble
under time
mother calls you
Sailing, smooth sailing
dead reckoning
sailing, smooth sailing

sailing, smooth sailing
dead reckoning
sailing, smooth sailing
sailing

"all i need for you to do is wait another second"
I never ever meant for you to leave without the last word
scream  into the void just to show that we'd ever lived at all
condemned to push this boulder ever uphill
when it's meaningless we are free to decide what it truly means to us
sailing, sailing, sailing, sailing


Personnel:

Jonathan Orriols: Guitar, Composer, Drum-Programming, Co-Producer
William Lawson: Vocals, Lyrics
Alejandro Rivero: Bass, Drum-Programming, Co-Producer, Mixing Engineer, Mastering Engineer

The Pinnacle

Lyrics:

Boy, you'd better give it all you've got
Becuase they won't accept your sympathy
cutting red across nightmares
Who cares? Who cares, they remember your face

There's no epic to be told and I've just crumbled under the pressure
of striding in submission

Don't let them taste your blood 'cos (don't let them taste your blood 'cos)
They'll pacify the threat and affliction
the fiction
the pictures of you and them

Still no epic to be told
As I've just crumbled under the pressure
this is the end of us all

(and I can't seem to beg for this)

No deviations in syntax
No demon-means to alleviate the friction
with dirty words alliterated faded dreams of I am bound to fly

But for now --
was I rising up or was I falling straight down?
Was I ever going to be the one to make it out?
Suck it up
Was I ever going to be the one to make it out?
Self awareness was never something apprised to me

But the wall's laughing at you
(Listen )

but illusion,
now seperate mind from the self
from what you'd wanted or needed


Personnel:

Jonathan Orriols: Guitar, Composer, Drum-Programming, Co-Producer
William Lawson: Vocals, Lyrics
Alejandro Rivero: Bass, Drum-Programming, Co-Producer, Mixing Engineer, Mastering Engineer

Atomic Clockwork

Lyrics:

We both look the same as when we left this place
but something has seemingly changed
alerted like an out of place door in your home
and wakes you with the realization
that it's only a dream

and this where the attempts at tenderness brought me
smell the roses and send them straight back to hell
from the place that they held each other tight for warmth
shouting into the void 

to wandering prairies, weaving tales of killers therein
safely tucked away in death with fingers pressed in her spine

So turned on by the way that she smiles when
she can't decide whether she loves the silence more than the emptiness
then to prevail upon the parchment with all the infatuation that she had smothered
 like a saint on fire screaming impossible things 
shaking in anticipation for these walls to evaporate around us

she is my ice queen and I'm 
the blood flowing within her veins
so imposing with a certain elegance
so beautiful in that gut wrenching, dead-on-the-inside kind of way

today I am a painter
rendering her immortal in 
my false image that she left 
in my head when she went

knowing that all-while we fit
knowing how well we fit

Longing, longing, longing, longing, longing, longing, longing, longing
to fit in - oh my god
Longing, longing, longing, longing, longing, longing, longing, longing
to find out how we fit
Longing, longing, longing, longing, longing, longing, longing, longing
to find a friend in death 
knowing how well we fit just like they put fish hooks into our open eyes.


Personnel:

Jonathan Orriols: Guitar, Composer, Drum-Programming, Co-Producer
William Lawson: Vocals, Lyrics
Alejandro Rivero: Bass, Drum-Programming, Co-Producer, Mixing Engineer, Mastering Engineer

Epizeuxis, Epizeuxis, Epizeuxis

Lyrics:

How can you say such terrible things?
staling the air when your words seem to spite the smile on your face
and I can still feel their sting despite shielding my ears
when you show up without warning just as night becomes morning
(adorned with that sinister grin)

fishing hooks, open eyes
wage your war, kill your gods
thirst for more
covetous tongues panting with the deepest of reds
creep across every face as you think of emptiness with a smile
with curved lips that you could never disguise

I'm more amazed than aghast
watching this beautiful mangled mess of twisting metal and plastic
colliding and become one with me
constantly screaming my self to sleep with damp cheeks on the down
impossibly put on by the wolves sneaking through your neighbors garden

a possum play put on specially by the wolves sneaking through neighbors gardens
throwing stones, hiding hands
shattering strangers' windows 
tipping glass hearts, I thought my eyes might burst into flames

so quick to befriend when it suits your whims
and I cringe at the way that you slither and writhe through the door
and make your home underside of my bed
just as I thought that I might finally be on the brink of sleep

and as it begins to dig fingernails through the floor
I can feel you trenching the wounds
knowing there will be no more comfort here.

Personnel:

Jonathan Orriols: Guitar, Composer, Drum-Programming, Co-Producer
William Lawson: Vocals, Lyrics
Alejandro Rivero: Bass, Drum-Programming, Co-Producer, Mixing Engineer, Mastering Engineer

He Tripped, He Fell, Then He Landed On His Superego

Lyrics: 

The sun still tucked away under the horizon
the morning is it's darkest just before dawn
he still lies motionless, sleeping and dreaming
then he arose to the cacophony of traffic jams and the stale scent of commerce

a suburbia sprawls throughout these city streets
the dreams we had just moments ago
are erased within a fleeting fraction of time
the dreams he had just moments ago

reality flooding into our awakening minds
they said "work, shirk sleep, work, and retire and wither away"
this brand of thought carpet bombs his mind
morning after morning:
"we have to (suffer) in order to survive"

why do we suffer this burden of consciousness?  
he touted his existence to the void 
and his heart hardened
for he was the center

the outside is filled with parasites
black on black conformity
heads full of lies

the walls that separated ourselves from this aghora of useless chatter
and the plethora of obscure numbers are an entire ocean apart 
as far as we are concerned
we're living within a box within the box of the universe
just walls within walls
they can't get a good look at themselves
I'd much rather prefer, say, conceding this whole island to a corner office
than endure another second of this noise.


Personnel:

Jonathan Orriols: Guitar, Composer, Drum-Programming, Co-Producer
William Lawson: Vocals, Lyrics
Alejandro Rivero: Bass, Drum-Programming, Co-Producer, Mixing Engineer, Mastering Engineer

Atrocity Story

Lyrics:

What am I supposed to do alone on my sinking ship of nightmares
and when the tear falls and I surface
say what you want

past due as skeletons fall from my closet
somehow it will never (always)

slap me then hold me tight
Where do I go now? (I remember nothing)
Where do I go now? (you will remain here)
set course and sail for the center
How do I get there? (Not with those horns out)
How will I know then? (you may not find out)
cast aside all his inventions
how would I know then? (not with them lights out)
how do I know when? (you left the light off)
See it yourself
How do I get there? How do I get there?
(you will not find out)

but I still take it over

and I saw you staring there

in separation from every sun to sever all your ties to god  

setting out once again on this vessel to suffer dreams upon
I -- but I --
I soak up the dark


Personnel:

Jonathan Orriols: Guitar, Composer, Drum-Programming, Co-Producer
William Lawson: Vocals, Lyrics
Alejandro Rivero: Bass, Drum-Programming, Co-Producer, Mixing Engineer, Mastering Engineer

Jimmy Calm Down

Lyrics: 

I couldn't stop myself
Train wreck is imminent and there will be no survivors
There will be no survivors

I resign my throne, crumbling, weak, feverish, frail
for you to put forth your destiny upon my crown
and I will wear it -- Golden and Sanguine

So where are you now?
Somewhere so very far away
far away from the life that I once spoon fed to you
Here I am center stage silent in an empty auditorium
while you dance and sing for a crowd of smiling faces
and I'd like to be on my way out of this dreary place
where the weather is way too stale

and I think I'm breaking down
I fought the battle but you have won the war

the mental damage done to commence meltdown
oh my, my mind has been misplaced
as you live on and continue to flourish within yourself
I will never feel such peace again

but still I want to give up playing the role of antagonist
waiting for the moment when god lashes her tongue
fearing your conversion from friend into memory.

don't look up, look inside
sure enough you will find companions in shadows
something I couldn't let go
last kiss for memories sake, lest time forget you and I 
bleeding into each moment
is it okay for me to stay?
bleeding into each moment
is it okay for me to stay here?


Personnel:

Jonathan Orriols: Guitar, Composer, Drum-Programming, Co-Producer
William Lawson: Vocals, Lyrics
Alejandro Rivero: Bass, Drum-Programming, Co-Producer, Mixing Engineer, Mastering Engineer

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