This track is from our electronic side project known as X3GIS!
Production: D. O'Toole
Vocals: Ari C. --- check out https://instagram.com/ariband and https://ariband.bandcamp.com
Guitar: Chuck Tarr

X3GIS x P4P - Eternity (Featuring Ari C.) SHRED MIX

This track is from our electronic side project known as X3GIS!
Production: D. O'Toole
Guitar: Guy Gabaree

X3GIS x P4P - Crisis 2034 (Instrumental) SHRED MIX

Production, vocals: D. O'Toole
Guitar, drum programming: Guy Gabaree
Additional guitar: Chuck Tarr
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voices of men
thunder and fire

a river you can't reach
straight down
the rope is strong and so are we
but we're losing the light

i couldn't take the outpour of war stories
i couldn't stand the pain

voices of men
thunder and fire

follow the smoke
to the mountain

the river's cold and sweet
where sorrow flows
i'm reborn and so is he
at least in my dreams

i couldn't take the outpour of war stories
i couldn't stand the pain

i can't take on the sorrows of an older man
i have enough of my own

tell me if you want to hear
what i'd never tell a woman
i learned it by the creek

Fire

Production, vocals: D. O'Toole
Rhythm guitar: Chuck Tarr
Lead guitar, drum programming: Guy Gabaree
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what would i go through
never to have met you
you fucking freak
get away from me
you're freaking me way out

you make me feel so
untouchable
unlovable
unfuckable

what a surprise
a long list of things
you don't like
about me

i guess i'll have to change
the perfect man isn't far away

not knowing your sign
is like not knowing
your own birthday

on the inside
of my elbow
there'll be a pain like hell

the pain of
not knowing the future

i don't want to find out
but i need to know

if the sun will shine down
tomorrow

what a surprise
a long list of things
you don't like
about me

i guess i'll have to change
the perfect man isn't far away

Freak

Production, vocals: D. O'Toole
Rhythm guitar, drum programming: Guy Gabaree
Lead guitar: Chuck Tarr
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i see a ragged man coming
he's feeling dead from
the circle he has crossed
i see seven bad years coming

why you ask me,
why do you get in me?
with no regret from
the limits you have crossed

why do you have to hassle me?
is this how love was
for you as a son

it's not mysterious (why i hate you)
come help me Jesus (help me put down the knife)

the bad news is
i'm damaged goods

why'd you make me lie and say "i love you"
cause you're the sick one
with scissors in your soul

wanna cut you, slash you, slice you, carve you
and make your blood run
until you have atoned

son of Satan, antichrist is in me 
inverted symptoms
repeated head trauma

wanna drive an eighteen wheeler through you
totally erase you
except a greasy mark

it's not mysterious (why i hate you)
come help me Jesus (help me put down the knife)

the good news is
i ripped forgiveness from my soul
when i feel the rage
i rock and roll

Seven Year Hike

Production, vocals: D. O'Toole
Guitars: Chuck Tarr
Drum programming: Guy Gabaree
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so long
so long

place of fire and pain
where the wicked children go

fire is all the same
from the turns of time you can't be saved 

when a man comes of age
there's a certain sense of wonder

i say a man can't stay sane
when the devil drags him under

you are so innocent
i shudder to speak 

were the words your father told you
not enough?

i say you shouldn't fret so much
the years ahead are looking up

promises are few and far between  
in this world

so long
to learn

it's my imagination
nothing more

i can rest my mind
knowing

our sense of pain is finite
the hardest roads will end
someday

Knowing

Production, vocals: D. O'Toole
Drum programming, bass guitar: Guy Gabaree
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these souls
the two of us are like birds
with one red and one black wing

you should sing the night away
while i sleep

just when i think nothing will come of us
i hold you anyway

what other way could there be?
my friend

let me sing back to the voice
that i once heard

do you hear that hawk crying up to heaven?
not fading one bit five years on

calling sometimes "David"
but mostly calling "Ariane, Ariane"
   
if soon i must go
don't think of me as gone

don't think of me at all
if you can avoid it

these souls
the two of us are like birds

with one red and one black wing

Birds

Production, vocals: D. O'Toole
Guitars, drum programming: Guy Gabaree
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i will be the first man to break the speed of sound
without a vehicle

oh shit i'm gonna fall
twenty miles straight down

what will it be like to die in an instant?

i took a chance
but now my chances are fading, ohh

a secret message meant for another man

i took my time but time is slowly changing me
blink and you'll miss it
you'll find out who i really am

i did it for America, but why?
because I'm an American man
in trouble with the FBI
for reasons i don't quite understand

i will see
the world come collapsing to the ground

without a reason

oh shit it's gonna fall
twenty miles straight down

what will it be like to die in an instant

Airspace

Production: David O'Toole and Guy Gabaree
Vocals: David O'Toole
Guitar: Guy Gabaree
---
to a prison of screaming flesh desires
i condemn you for a time

i'll come calling for your soul entire
you'll come and shatter mine

my right arm bears the sign
of a wound ages old

a spear and shield as black as coal
let the danse macabre take our souls

don't lie to me
don't play dumb when you really understand lust

i'm tired of loving you
from a safe distance

you touch me like a priest
so why don't you understand us?

to a pile of screaming flesh reviled
i address this lullaby

i'll come calling for your flesh defiled
you'll come and ravish mine
 
shall we set aside the pretense
of using you or using me?

can't we lie together in stillness?
pray to nothing we can't see?

don't lie to me
don't play dumb when you really understand lust

i'm tired of loving you
from a safe distance

you touch me like a priest
so why don't you understand us?

Radiolarians

Production, vocals: David O'Toole
Guitars, drum programming, additional production: Guy Gabaree
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i'm in the mood for a personality shift
a broken glass snowdrift

crush a little bit between your fingers, that's my way
and you start to fly on the highway

come on and taste it
roll it round your mouth

watch it change you
spin your head around

it ain't exactly good clean Christian living
now is it?

no sir

ooh it burns
but it feels so right

i like a little X in my ecstasy
now supply me

i-95, all points north, let's go!
just you and me on the road

we'll cling to life  
like vampires afraid of the sun
 
i'm in the mood for a change of pace
i wanna clench my teeth and screw up my face   
i like a little intensity
four molecules hitting immensely 

throw out your shame
but don't get caught

i'm a master criminal
spying on the citadel

we ain't exactly the star-crossed lovers
you dream of

no sir

ooh it hurts  
but it feels so right
  
i like a little X in my sex you see
now supply me

i-95, all points north, let's go!
just you and me on the road

we'll cling to life  
like vampires afraid of the sun

I-95

Production, lyrics, vocals: David O'Toole
Guitars: Chuck Tarr
Composition: Chuck Tarr and Guy Gabaree
Additional production: Guy Gabaree
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today at school we learned
that fire burns
buildings fall
and everyone seems to hate each other

why does the world have to burn?
i just got here!
God likes to make us squirm
he must not fear  

once again we caught ourselves talking like you were gone

i wanna grab your head and scream
"what's going on?"
   
the setting sun's about to bleed
we're at the apex of this dream

accelerate to ramming speed!
this is the end of history!

today on the news we learned
there's hatred in our souls
and garbage in the sea

i'm not too concerned
i'm feeling very cold
can't sympathize with you or me

once again it's man versus time
once again it's yours versus mine
  
once we were men
and then we died  
i wanna tell you what that feels like
inside

the setting sun's about to bleed
we're at the apex of this dream

accelerate to ramming speed!
this is the end of history!

The End of History

jake brake loud as hell
guess he didn't see the sign
his rig's too big for me but i like his style

on my way to my momma's hometown
where the steel mills ran for miles even after they shut down
where the people don't assume too much 
  
sometimes i wish that this town had made me a man
 
but in the later years
i heard from excellent men

"between paradise and this place
there must be a dead end"

so push that pedal down and let's get there faster

well it's three parts this and one part that
you can cook it up but can you kick it back?

on my way to my mommas hometown
to look for cigarette butts on the playground

to find a lover, maybe, easy does it
just check you out and make sure we ain't cousins

but in the later years
i heard from excellent men

"between paradise and this place
there must be a dead end"

so push that pedal down and let's get there faster

when momma was a child
there came a smog

two dozen people died
but she surivived

on my way to my momma's hometown
where the steel mills ran for miles even after they shut down
where the people don't assume too much 

Lord let me go back once more before i die

but in the later years
i heard from excellent men

"between paradise and this place
there must be a dead end"

so push that pedal down and let's get there faster

Donora, PA

i've met some real freaks
and a few philandering couples

sober for a few weeks
no longer thinking or seeing double

i wanna tell you how the years went by
at a bar in the city where i was born
   just before the turn of '79

ten years to the day since the fire i was there by chance
heard the snares and saw the white gloves on their hands

they say there were six of them, they were young blood
the flashing lights went dark and
they left behind their sons

i remember when the President came around
the world heard our name

it seemed to mean something in those years

ten years to the day since the fire i was there by chance
heard the snares and saw the white gloves on their hands

i live just outside of town now
try not to make too much noise

stay out of other people's intimate affairs
stick to matters of choice

i wanna tell you how the years went by
at a bar in the city where i was born
   just before the turn of '79

ten years to the day since the fire i was there by chance
heard the snares and saw the white gloves on their hands

Under The Highway

two pairs of brothers
all friends and rivals
your woman hates me
but i don't give a fuck
i don't need her for survival
a life story that ain't found in the Bible
oh no

one tree with bitter fruit
and one with sweet

one brother to weep in silence
while the other screams  

let's open up the book of Job
and you can tell me what the Father says about it

he says "no man
can give you God
much as I would like to prophesy his arrival"
oh no 

you and i were talking about
how men find religion

just gimme a little time, brother
won't you call me,
if you feel like dying, brother?  

little else remains to tell
about how the Almighty makes his decisions
but i got something to say
about how brothers find themselves
in the human condition

Family Trees

up in the sky
a yellow green
iridescence

your glances lie
in between lust
and innocence

i'm restless tonight

i changed my attitude toward living
and all the shame            
at this later stage of the game

idle hands
seeking someone
soul of a man
eyes of a woman

i'll be damned
there's a train comin

let me tell you about a friend from years gone by
he couldn't wait
to be in the arms of Jesus
but are they long enough to reach us?

that point of light went
from one horizon
to the other

can't believe it
listen, son
it was only summer

The Prowler

well there's a twenty five foot tall fiberglass rooster in my town
troublemakers tried to steal it when i was young

well the fuzz got tipped off somehow
sirens came a squealin they had to run

evil deeds done come back to the doer
those boys split up and so did their pursuers

they caught one down in the woods
between the high school and the baseball diamond

another in the street
tried to play it cool instead of hiding

they caught my brother last
my hometown's finest did their task

damn, man, you should be glad
they didn't kick your ass!

let me tell you bout
two brothers joyous and forlorn
then a third was born

the blizzard of 78 shut us all in
to the state line and past
    
i hear the highway callin
from here to anywhere you ask

daddy taught us how to scream
but I turned my heart to song

in this house the damned have all we need
just everything we need is wrong
  
one white horse painted black
and another of true color

so i put on this hat 
that belongs to my brother

The Heist

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