I’m a divot in the machine
Holding tight before you scream
Gears they rust and metal bends

This contraption is built to fail
A dangerous friend to all
The collapse is inevitable 

Winding up, the coils slither
The metal heart, grinding out
A bit of misdirection before the strike

You followed so long
To find my center
Now you’re here
And you feel nothing
Cause there’s nothing here
You looked right and I left

…I left you on your own

Wages of fear, they lead you down
This sorcerer, needs no spell
Watch these hands, your fortune fades

You followed so long
To find my center
Now you’re here
And you feel nothing
Cause there’s nothing here
You looked right and I left

…I left you on your own

Drums, guitars, backing vocals - Stephen Murphy
Bass, guitar, vocals - Nick Nunziata

A Bit Of Misdirection

Don’t send me to the sun
I’m only boozing
Until I’m truly not alone

Stained glass thick with grime
Gave up on asking
Now I’m about the quiet

I want to take you there now
To somewhere safe to heal your side
Where the bottles stay filled

Domain
Is it mine
The pain
Leave it behind

I want to take you there now
To somewhere safe to heal your side
Where the bottles stay filled

Painted upon the fallen rocks
Easy lies and harder truths

Don’t send me to the sun
I’m only boozing
Until I’m truly not alone

I want to take you there now
To somewhere safe to heal your side
Where the bottles stay filled
And wine flows thick

Dance upon a grave
Wake the dead
Until they’re dancing too

I want to take you there now
To somewhere safe to heal your side
Where the bottles stay filled
And wine flows thick

Dance upon a grave
Wake the dead
Until they’re dancing too

Painted upon the fallen rocks
Easy lies and harder truths
What we took from them
What I gave to you 

I want to take you there now
To somewhere safe to heal your side
Where the bottles stay filled
And wine flows thick

I want to take you there now
To somewhere safe to heal your side
To heal your side

John Makarewicz - Drums 
Nick Nunziata - Guitar, Vocals
Stephen Murphy - Bass, Guitar

Somewhere Safe

And when you call
Soldiers fall in
Glad to take orders
The mist has settled in

The plan is strong
The risk is within the lines
It’s all going down tonight
Planned risk it is
No need to say goodbye
Planned risk it is
Shapes on high

And there it walks
Stories tall
Unseen before by man
The mist has shared with us

The plan is strong
The risk is within the lines
It’s all going down tonight
Planned risk it is
No need to say goodbye
Planned risk it is
Shapes on high

Stephen Murphy - Drums, Guitar, Backing Vocals
Nick Nunziata - Guitar, Bass, Vocals

Planned Risk

We get routinely concussed in this world
So many acts that defy all logic
Painful memories pulled from healing wounds
No time to heal before the next assault

In as many words as you can muster
Tell me everything that makes you want to jump
From this world to the next
And I’ll remind you of something to keep you here

We get routinely concussed in this world
Witness betrayals to the inner self
Taking liberties to maintain the status quo
No room to breathe with all this entertainment

In as many words as you can muster
Tell me everything that makes you want to jump
From this world to the next
And I’ll remind you of something to keep you here

In as many words as you can muster
Tell me everything that makes you want to jump
From this world to the next
And I’ll remind you of something to keep you here
Remind you to keep you here
Tell me everything that makes you want to jump
Tell me everything
Remind you of something

We get routinely concussed in this world
Wearing our personas like a gown
Stealing from ourselves in order to feel comfort
Pull the mirror from the wall to avoid it all

In as many words as you can muster
Tell me everything that makes you want to jump
From this world to the next
And I’ll remind you of something to keep you here

Nick Nunziata - Guitar, Vocals
Micah Robinson - Guitar
John Makarewicz - Drums
Carl Cunningham - Bass
Stephen Murphy - Backing Vocals

Routinely Concussed

From "Brownwall 2" by Brownwall

It was Summer
I remember it's on my hands
It's on my hands like gasoline
Wipe all my dreams
Wipe on my jeans
My fears
They're real
I can't unsee

I see the moon go up in flames
She screamed my name, it came out shaky
Shaky Jake
And I'm still shaking

It was Summer
I'm a legend in the village
The one who took a life and had the gall to own it
My slate wiped clean
"He's a kid"
"Let him live even though others don't"

I see the moon go up in flames
She screamed my name it came out shaky
Shaky Jake
And I'm still shaking

We are hardened softly
Chained to the timeline
Betrayed by our fate

I know what I did was wrong
Doesn't change the future
Surely don't change the past

It was Summer
I remember it's on my hands
It's on my hands like gasoline
Wipe on my jeans
Wipe all my dreams
My fears
They're real
I can't unsee

I see the moon go up in flames
She screamed my name, it came out shaky
Shaky Jake
And I'm still shaking

John Makarewicz - Drums, Percussion
Micah Robinson - Guitar, Backing Vocals
Nick Nunziata - Bass, Vocals
Stephen Murphy - Guitar, Backing Vocals

Produced, Mixed, and Mastered at Brownwall Studios by Nick Nunziata

Shaky Jake

When you find yourself
In the underground
When you fall in their snare
There’s no walking out

All that I wanted
All I care to do
Is spend my life saving the likes of everyone
The Misadventurers
Have their signs on fading you
The Misadventurers
Deserve everything they steal

I love the vibrations 
Of a violent end
I call myself the hero
Until the odds change hands 

All that I wanted
All I care to do
Is spend my life saving the likes of everyone
The Misadventurers
Have their signs on fading you
The Misadventurers
Deserve everything they steal

All that I wanted
All I care to do
Is spend my life saving the likes of everyone
The Misadventurers
Have their signs on fading you
The Misadventurers
Deserve everything they steal

John Makarewicz - Drums
Nick Nunziata - Guitar, Vocals
Stephen Murphy - Bass, Guitar
Micah Robinson - COVID

The Misadventurers

Life is lies but what I sell is truth
Just believe the things I'm telling you

[It gets around]
Blind eyes like mine capture signs
Burst of light on the memory
Opine on what can be seen at all
[It gets around]
This blind eye has seen more than you
And tonight it will open wide
Surprise there's no light in the light
[It gets around]
Just a negative of what you saw inside
So adjust your eyes and be blind like I
For tonight and we'll dine on the light
[It gets around]
That dissolved into this mutual night

Life is lies but what I sell is truth
Just believe the things I'm telling you

[It gets around]
Blind eyes like mine capture signs
Burst of light on the memory
Opine on what can be seen at all
[It gets around]
This blind eye has seen more than you
And tonight it will open wide
Surprise there's no light in the light
[It gets around]
Just a negative of what you saw inside
So adjust your eyes and be blind like I
For tonight and we'll dine on the light
[It gets around]
That dissolved into this mutual night

Before you all make a sound
It all gets around
Don't even complain
It has to be this way

Before you all make a sound
It all gets around
Don't even complain
It has to be this way

Stephen Murphy - Drums, Guitar, Backing Vocals
Carl Cunningham - Bass
Nick Nunziata - Guitar, Vocals
Micah Robinson - COVID

It Gets Around

I was lonely 
I was only a foregone conclusion in your plan to transform the world

Microscopic moves
Avoiding cellular death
All they can prove
Is that you’re adept
The body changes hands
New ownership
Slightly better
But different

Microscopic moves
Four dimensional chess
Pieces once unseen
Proving mother knows best

A million kind of punishments
I was only joking
About your domains
Nineteen heartbeats
Time it took from here to there
And know you control me

I was lonely 
I was only a foregone conclusion in your plan to transform the world

A million kind of punishments
I was only joking
About your domains
Nineteen heartbeats
Time it took from here to there
And know you control me

John Makarewicz - Drums
Carl Cunningham - Bass
Micah Robinson - Guitar
Nick Nunziata - Keyboard, Vocals

Nineteen Heartbeats

Original recording on The Wizard's Keys 2022 album The Grown-Up with Balloons'

I'm the tiniest of killers
Little handspun avalance
Through the earhole asshole
And ripping through the pants
Ask your priest, there's no one tougher
I feed sharks to sharks
I'm smaller but a baller
Let me ride your syringe

Captain Micro
Feel me on the other side
Captain Micro
Feel me on the other side
There's no room for this world to die
There's a waterslide on the other side

I was born in a sack of sack
I bleed stones like an avalanche
Feel the force of my rockslide (that's slang)
And pulling in my pants
We're all in this shit together
Let's bite more than we can chew
I'm a baller, what happens to the smaller
I'll put Micro in you

Captain Micro
Feel me on the other side
Captain Micro
Feel me on the other side
There's no room for this world to die
There's a waterslide on the other side

Stephen Murphy - Guitar, Bass, Backing Vocals
Nick Nunziata - Drums, Guitar, Vocals

Cap’n Micro

Inside the room the silence starts
The writer barricades his thoughts
What once was rich and free of doubt
Is now a void and filled with fear

The loss of thoughts
A frail persona
A cryptic victory
The spell that I'm under

Imagination is going away
Imagination is going away
Imagination is going away
Imagination is going, going away
No imagination
No imagination
No imagination
No imagination

The well dries up and shadow falls
Another mark
The years go by
The smoking gun
No mystery
The paper blank
Inside of me

The loss of thoughts
A frail persona
A cryptic victory
The spell that I'm under

Imagination
Imagination
Imagination
Imagination

Stephen Murphy- Drums, Bass, Guitar, Backing Vocals
Micah Robinson - Guitar
Nick Nunziata - Keyboard, Vocals

No Imagination

Originally recorded in 2017 for The Killing Swarm's "Splinters & Myths"

Can't get off the pyre to save my life
Splinters and myths are stacked twelve feet high
Set it alight just because we're there
This ain't how we're meant to be

This is the situation
Words cannot convey
This is my resignation
It's where I stand today
Still allowed to choose my fate for now
Then we fade away
Who I choose to be and what I choose to see

Another look before the attack
The signs alive and held firmly in check
And then the sound comes and it never relents
Honing time into a blade
Scratch and fight for a song in the night
Splinters and myths burn by candlelight
A story well told too true to be good
With an ending yet unwritten

This is the situation
Words cannot convey
This is my resignation
It's where I stand today
Still allowed to choose my fate for now
Then we fade away
Who I choose to be and what I choose to see

Sit down sailor and listen to a tale
Of how we unravel and where to pull the thread
Dig deep enough and you'll find the pulse
Held in place by duct-taped dreams
Sinners and thieves next to nurturing kind
Splinters and myths that stretch three miles wide
You can see it from space but not in front your face
And the periphery is clear

This is the situation
Words cannot convey
This is my resignation
It's where I stand today
Still allowed to choose my fate for now
Then we fade away
Who I choose to be and what I choose to see

John Makarewicz - Drums
Nick Nunziata - Bass, Vocals
Steve Murphy - Backing Vocals
Micah Robinson - Guitar

Splinters & Myths

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