"The Biomech human threw Caine out of the window, he hurtled towards the ground roughly 30 feet below. Caine’s arm broke the fall as he held onto his side in pain, struggling to breathe, he muttered “Data, I can’t fight...my arm is damaged. I can’t man“. I urged him to hold on as the drone was almost back online. Holding crowbars and other blunt force weapons, roughly 25 men were now surrounding him, it was clear to both of us that we’d run out of time. Caine had no choice but to..."

Continue reading: www.iampylot.com/brawl

Brawl

08 The Road Ahead

07 Upgrades

05 Lines of Code Feat. Tim Hutch

02 Terminal 001 Feat. TOKYO ROSE

04 Axiom

The finale. I love this goddamn song. As Baby Zionov put it: "Newborn is so cunty and claustrophobic and evil sounding in the best way"
© 2025.

Cameron "LEIGH" McCurdy - Vocals, Guitar, Bass, Double Bass, Synth, Production, Mixing
Tyler "Shamplooh" Trench - Mastering
Tashi Donelly - Artwork

LYRICS:
For a baby that was born with open eyes
It sure took her 25 years to get things right

Driving round town with the face of her mother
Driving round town with the face of her mother
Driving round town with the face of her mother
Driving round town with the face of her mother

Driving round town with the face of her mother
Walking round town swinging low like her father
Living her life modelled after her brother
Driving round town with the face of her mother

For a baby that was born with open eyes
It sure took her 25 years to get things right

Driving round town with the face of her mother

Empathy for My Future Self

Sometimes Your Irises Turn Black

The Stare of a Newborn

A song about fear responses. The 30th and final song written for the album.
© 2025.

Credits:
Cameron "LEIGH" McCurdy - Vocals, guitar, bass, programming, mixing
Josh Parker - Backing vocals
Jessie Booth - Backing vocals
Keegan "Velveteen Shakes" Tunks - Backing Vocals
Tyler "Shamplooh" Trench - Mastering
Tashi Donnelly - Artwork


LYRICS:
It's incredibly hard
To fossilise me
There will be no record of my species group
Welcome to the motherfucking primordial soup
It's incredibly easy
To set the alarm
Eyes wide blank
Expression of a child
Welcome to the Early Cambrian wilds

(I lack backbone)
Categorize me as Coleoidea
(I lack backbone)
Categorize me as Coleoidea
(I lack backbone)
Categorize me as Coleoidea
(I lack backbone)
Categorize me as Coleoidea

You initiate a fight or flight
Feel the ink sac swelling at the petty slight
The octopus can survive
With one tentacle lost per night

You initiate a fight or flight
Feel the ink sac swelling at the petty slight
The octopus can survive
With one tentacle lost per night

You initiate a fight or flight
Feel the ink sac swelling at the petty slight
The octopus can survive
With one tentacle lost per night

You initiate a fight or flight
Feel the ink sac swelling at the petty slight
The octopus can survive
With one tentacle lost per night
I chopped off all eight in fright
And now I'm going to fucking die

(I lack backbone)
Categorize me as Coleoidea
(I lack backbone)
Categorize me as Coleoidea

(Backbone)
You initiate a fight or flight-
You initiate a fight or flight-
(Backbone)
You initiate a fight or flight-
You initiate a fight
(I lack backbone)

Another Sunday afternoon

Simon Hallewell