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Demo 2016

by Empty Houses

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1.
Progress 03:32
kids in the congo mining precious metals barely ten years old; so you can have a cellphone disregarding child labor laws their family needs a paycheck in the musky mines owners claws so they work their asses off when will it stop 2x oh my god isn't it awful sad face emoji keep scrolling down (down) oh my god a serpent offers an apple to us who do I trust the ore is sent to china to the outskirts of Beijing where it all gets assembled factory workers slaving and the windows have nets now incase the workers try to end their life no one bats an eye people dying namelessly but we all need to get online is this what progress looks like x9 asphyxiation in the gold mine x4 I can't sleep at night knowing the device waking me up in the morning was made by slaves is this what we've become a serpent offers an apple to me I choke that shit down children carrying shovels with dirt on their faces copy and paste this heinousness lifes a sacred thing
2.
Rise 04:09
i coughed up blood and my head spinned all around nearly bit my tough straight from my mouth encased in ectoplasm passing through walls no longer of this world but i still beckon your call where'd my body go i am just a soul im so faaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrr away but a part of me stayed in purgatory like a moth to the flame i wish you owned a goddamn ouija board i see you with the eyes of a portrait and i glide right through you its torture ~chorus~ a porcelain corset strains out my essence and im stranded in the stratosphere peering at a cemetery tapered to am ectoplasmic silver chord stretching six feet in the dirt reanimated from this curse theres a stone with a date engraved here lies whats his name still stuck inside my mortal pain
3.
I hope the world stops spinning and gravity throws you right in front of me Unearthed mountains and buildings float around us And as were soaring in the debris You were all I could see Feeling so centered soaring violently The sky stops roaring The apocalypse is not as daunting With your hand in mine we can take this on Because Global catastrophic diagnostics couldn't stop me If extinction dawned upon us It'd be you who I would call first An in the carnage of the end of days sorry It has to end this way I'd tell you how much you mean to me As the world we know would cease to be, and I'd be okay and we'd be just fine We can meet again in the next life If the Sun starts to flicker out Or the ice caps abruptly melt The air becomes unbreathable I take that deep breathe And id run fast to your new house with some white castle sliders in hand we could just sit down And enjoy one last meal Tho outside there is literal hell We can't help but smile Mustering my last bit of strength I would kiss you goodbye One last time So long until we meet again Everything runs it's course Every single thing disolves back to the source to which we all belong We can speculate about the cause This condition in this case between man and god Everything runs it course everything has a beginning and end and the time that your blessed with before you go back from where you were sent Is better off spent with good friends All the people that you met On this sphere will have an affect On you and what they change will be all that is left when you gotta cash in your chips The Mark on an ex lovers lipstick stained on my soul for good
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strap me to the roof of your car after my roots have been chopped off this winter solstice praxis is disastrous i'll be fastened up soon with a couple of screws being propped up in your living room to be decorated with tinsel and lights plus these ornaments my needles so damn dry they present their presents at the severed remanence that once was connected to the entire planet i feel so pathetic with this synthetic star balanced on my head i see the trees outside waving au revoir as i slowly fall apart just pretend it doesnt hurt being thrown out swiftly on the first day of the year once the big man comes down the chimney i know the end is near sufficing for this sacrificial practice of cutting down conifers i remember growing skywards ceasing for nothing fearing only (forest) fire i saw integral to my ecosystem but then i was cut down there was never any missteps we were embedded in the ground abiding to the cycles set intune with all that surrounds then the noisy loggers came the chainsaws ripping through our trunks money $igns in their eyes they sell us in the parking lots to everyone in town oh noooooooooooo theirs no chance of salvation treat me like a christmas tree in January you treat me like a christmas tree in January cutting down the conifers giving comfort to the kids long after they discover that Santa never did exist its good for the economy to buy them all this shit love it for a day or two and then it just becomes garbage isn't it so sensational as the season comes and goes people show so much compassion then get mad about the snow buying all the stuff you want being told to be grateful for everything you got its the Christmas paradox oh noooo not me im chopped down with the Christmas tree 2x cut us down if you must but carbon dioxide doesn't sit to well in your lungs

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released March 10, 2016

James Davis - vocals
Ethan Alexander - guitar
Nick Sabine - guitar
Eddie O'Sullivan - drums

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