Pete Switzer: All instruments, music, engineering, mixing
Ben Padget: Vocals, mastering, lyrics:

No Nights
Given too hard
Hells I can send you
No nights 
Given
If you take your place
Don't do something you don't want to
Don't say anything that they want you to
But you did it anyway
You pushed what you could say
You pushed it all away
D-bag, a Douche Bag
You're not who you think you are
Never accepted words
You live up to 
See if I'm a baby
See if I'm afraid of you now
What did you gain?

Dont Reminisce On Me

Thomas Jenkins III:  Vocals
Pete Switzer: All Instruments, Music, Backing Vocals, Engineering, Mixing
Ben Padget: Lyrics, Mastering

All we try 
All we rely on
All we exchanged 
We exchanged

Torch the Lake!
Torch the Lake!

Don't let the first be the last
All we rely on fast
We fall on, falling

Stare at the stars 
Speak from afar
Stand, look at the stars, and

Torch the Lake!
Torch the Lake!

Torch The Lake

Pete Switzer: All instruments, music, vocals, engineering, mixing
Thomas Jenkins III: Backing vocals
Ben Padget: Backing vocals, mastering

Tired of trying to follow
where all the signals sit

With your heart
Sell out your eyes
So many surprises
Don't fly away

With your heart 
Sell out your eyes
Is that what it takes
to be alive?

So many surprises
You were crying
While all that arrived
While all that arrived

Sell Out Your Eyes

Pete Switzer: All instruments, music, engineering, mixing
Thomas Jenkins III: Backing vocals
Ben Padget: Vocals, mastering

If a poet says
the only thing that flows is water
I wouldn't beat his back
If a nail-tech says
the only thing that flows is paint
I wouldn't argue with a saint

Jobs that give me pause
Create ourselves within
The pause it takes 
To ground each other 
If we choose, if we do 
It's beautiful, if we don't
We sail on alone

If A Poet Says

J Kreska: Bass
Mike West: Drums
Pete Switzer: Guitar, engineering, mixing
Ben Padget: Vocals, mastering, lyrics:

Young lives cut short
Can'tastrophe the likes of it
Young hopes to have cut off
Cast your sin
The cost of it
Print powerful ideas
To get us away from it

Consume constant culture
The way we eat the flesh of it
Can't wait to break free from it
Choose emblems customary
To freeze dry the shapes of it
To coldly glance away some day
Some day to looking forward still
Like a blade fashioned charm
Becomes an innate skill

Thought Balloons

Pete Switzer: All Instruments, Music, Backing Vocals, Recording, Mixing
Thomas Jenkins III: Backing Vocals
Ben Padget: Vocals, Mastering

Thinking Beats the King
Sometimes thinking beats the king
And all the shiny things
Aren't really anything
When you're given to the king

In The Vein Of

Pete Switzer: All Instruments, Backing Vocals, Recording, Mixing
Thomas Jenkins III:  Vocals
Ben Padget: Backing Vocals, Mastering

Cathlete

Pete Switzer: All Instruments, Music, Recording, Mixing
Ben Padget: Vocals, Mastering

Arkhipov

Pete Switzer: All instruments, Music, Recording, Mixing
Ben Padget: Lyrics, Vocals, Mastering

Like the picked over
Junk Sales that arrive
every summer in my old factory hometown
Like hopeless hipster Pop-up stores or
Some gallery that bets on hopes
And dreams but cast the wrong die
Long enough ago
So that the buyers are tourists
Or the local insane
Looking at their place
So pretty, so so so proud

And in the revelry 
At the vision of an old life 
Breaking through to the new
We can finally see some quality
Some small kind of effort 
Has been made
To make a change
That's no doubt valiant
But the profit margins 
Are negotiable at best
That it's all becoming time
Versus test
Whether we should or not
Give it a rest
Effort wasted or 
Giving us all our best back
And a chance to ask 
Is it bedtime?
or Maybe it's the same thing
We all constantly whined about
Given the opportunity 
Our hearts go on
Let our new days 
Wipe off the past

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