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

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

Daylight’s long gone
Answer me for one and all
I feel it watching
Like there’s no threat at all

A spirited try
Ignore the pitfalls
Sitting clear as day 
Right in plain sight
Instinct goes wild
All too quiet

Yet the face on the wall is smiling
Despite the tears in its eyes
And the face on us all is shining
While it's buying everybody time

If it’s answers I sought
More questions you brought
Who placed you we’ll never know

Yet the face on the wall is smiling
Despite the tears in its eyes
And the face on us all is shining
While it's buying everybody time

Daylight’s long gone
Answer me for one and all
I feel it watching
Like there’s no threat at all
I can feel it on the inside
Speaking to my everything
I feeling willing to give it all to you
Just to see that smile die

Yet the face on the wall is smiling
Despite the tears in its eyes
And the face on us all is shining
While it's buying everybody time

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

The Face On The Wall

All music by Nick Nunziata and John Makarewicz.

Doublepump

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

Made a deal with the wrong kind of person and I realize
I've fallen down in this world
Grab a friend 
Grab a place
Grab a box full of that falling down stuff
And roll out the string
Roll it all the way down

I’m laying low
You don’t know why
We done some things
Can never face
Always on the run
With time to think
So let’s sit here
With our boat drinks 

Go to ground 
Find a shadow
And wait for the darkness
And always avoid their eyes
It’ll get you every time

I’m laying low
You don’t know why
We done some things
Can never face
Always on the run
With time to think
So let’s sit here
With our boat drinks  

So shut the lights
And lock the doors
For the reaper is hunting us down
To close out the circle
Put an end to this game

I’m laying low
You don’t know why
We done some things
Can never face
Always on the run
With time to think
So let’s sit here
With our boat drinks 

Took the longest time to realize why I'm here
A shorter fuse but burning hot
Now take a look at you 
And take a look at us
Pour a glass of rarest stuff we got
And roll out the string
Roll it all the way down

I’m laying low
You don’t know why
We done some things
Can never face
Always on the run
With time to think
So let’s sit here
With our boat drinks 

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

Boat Drinks

In the Cave of Time
Surrounded by atheists
That’s what I’ll call ‘em
Like Shortfaced Lawrence
They’re not be trusted
Oily denizens
Creeping around

Sick note!
Sick note!
I feed the mood when it strikes
I trust the roll of the dice

This dank labyrinth
Nary a Minotaur 
That’s what I’ll call ‘em
Like Shortfaced Lawrence
They’re likely fictional 
Bulls and Boys
They don’t mix

Sick note!
Sick note!
I feed the mood when it strikes
I trust the roll of the dice

You chose this adventure
Page 33 you die 
Put your money on the wrong horse
You won the race to the bottom
Yes how does it feel
How does it feel?

Sick note!
Sick note!
I feed the mood when it strikes
I trust the roll of the dice

Space and Beyond
That’s where they took me
Alien shenanigans
Like Shortfaced Lawrence
It’s easy to expire
There’s no oxygen 
For me to suck 

Sick note!
Sick note!
I feed the mood when it strikes
I trust the roll of the dice

You chose this adventure
Page 33 you die 
Put your money on the wrong horse
You won the race to the bottom
Yes how does it feel
How does it feel?

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

Race to the Bottom

Kevin runs without his legs
Sees through his heart and kills with his head
He’s a living phonograph
Needles scratch and bring his wrath

In the name of all that is holy
In the name of all that is holy

No room from Hell in this place
No room from Hell in this place

In the name of all that is holy
In the name of all that is holy

Kevin strikes without his fists
Synapses fire inside his wrists
He’s a living phenomenon
He’ll run the show when we’re all gone

In the name of all that is holy
In the name of all that is holy

Kevin
The One True Kevin
Born of Fire
And milk
Kevin
The One True Kevin
Cleansed in bloodbath
And milk
And milk

Kevin bleeds without his veins
Fires a seed inside his brain
He’s a living universe
The better to mankind’s worst

In the name of all that is holy
In the name of all that is holy

Kevin
The One True Kevin
Born of Fire
And milk
Kevin
The One True Kevin
Cleansed in bloodbath
And milk
And milk

Kevin
The one true Kevin
Born of Fire
And milk
Kevin
The one true kevin
Cleansed in bloodbath
And milk
And milk

Kevin
The One True Kevin
Milk
Milk
Kevin
The One True Kevin
Born of fire
And milk
And milk

David Krosner - Keyboards
Nick Nunziata - Vocals
Micah Robinson - Guitar, Backing Vocals
John Makarewicz - Guitar
Stephen Murphy - Drums, Bass, Backing Vocals

Lo Sciame Mortale

The One True Kevin

Originally released in 2003.

Music by Micah Robinson, Steve Murphy, and Nick Nunziata

The All Devouring Beast

Last Transmission

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