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released April 5, 2014

Music by Motion
Lyrics by Garett Hilty
Lyrics for "The Lover" by Garett Hilty & Lauren Beall
Recorded by Jared Dines at Joe's Studio

Guest vocals on "The Waste" by Jeremy Bushnell, formerly of Cowardice
Guest vocals on "The Daughter" by Brittany Morgan Hay
Guest vocals on "The Hate" by Justin Phasavath of Prestige
Guest vocals on "The Hope" by Matt Bertell of Singled Out

Guest vocals for "The Daughter" and "The Hope" recorded by Ahren Lanfor at Bones' House

Guest vocals for "The Hate" recorded by Jacob Hansen of Jacob&Jacob Productions

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Track Name: The Kids
Take a step back and get a good hard look at the world around us and recognize all the trouble and the discontent. Don’t accept this world as it stands right now because the power of change exists only in one place, and it’s in our hands. But if you’re anything like me, you can’t even fathom a place to start, but that’s okay because we need to start at the core. Start with ourselves. So I challenge you to rise above anything that’s caused you pain. If we stand tall and overcome our own obstacles we can finally start to make change and WE CAN TAKE THIS WORLD BACK. They said we’re just kids, and we can’t make a difference. We’ll show them all. We’ll prove them wrong. We’ll take your fucking apathy and throw it to the wayside and breed positivity like a fucking disease. We will not be defeated.
Track Name: The Dreamer
I found myself lying flat on my back, awaiting something to pull me up. To take me from this stagnant state I've locked myself into. Complacency has drained all my motivation, and I am paralyzed by apprehension. But I must find it in me to lose everything. To sacrifice and change my life. I can’t continue to be this empty shell only seeking comfort. It’s not who I ever wanted to be. But it’s never been more difficult to dream. And it’s never been harder to imagine myself in a position where I can be the man I want to be. If I could turn back the clock, I would have already realized my dreams. TIME STANDS STILL FOR NO ONE. I must begin to move forward. I refuse to stand still here any longer. But this thought of failure consumes my everything. Leaving me winded. Choking on the fact that I would remain so stagnant… complacent… representing life I don’t even believe in. And on his last night in town, my brother grabbed me by the arm and pulled me aside. He said with more conviction that I’d ever seen in his eyes… He said: “Get the fuck out of this town. You don’t belong here. Escape from this place before it becomes your tomb. You have more to offer than anyone here can give you. Don’t make do with this life you've been living these last two years: chained up by doubt, consumed by your fears. You’re bigger than this.
Track Name: The Waste (featuring Jeremy Bushnell of Cowardice)
Abandoned from day one, they taught him as if his fate was to repeat their own. But destiny should never lie within a family tree. His should be all his own. But no one ever cared enough to give him the opportunity to flourish beyond their own failures. They left him to fend for himself. And as he gets older, the days grow longer, the stakes grow higher. And as his heart gets colder, he’s losing focus, he can’t rise from this. Pull your head from the sand and you might see the possibilities to illuminate the darkness where you’ve made yourself home. If only they knew what he was capable of. Now as he begins to search he finds exactly what he’s been looking for: something to numb all the pain, keep him at bay, STOP HIS BREATHING. So he begs for an identity or some sense of purpose. Anything to end the emptiness. Pull your head from the sand and you might see the possibilities to illuminate the darkness where you’ve made yourself home. And it’s with a heavy heart I admit to wasting my time. And it’s with a heavy heart I turn my back to you. Your demise is so exhausting. I can’t carry your burden too. Don’t waste my fucking time. Pull your head from the sand and you might see the possibilities to illuminate the darkness where you’ve made yourself home. It’s time for you to catch your balance and ASCEND FROM BEING A FUCKING WASTE OF TALENT
Track Name: The Daughter (featuring Brittany Morgan Hay)
Every single day I see the same things: TV screens and magazines trying to put a price on beauty as if it all amounts to body. And my biggest stress presented unto this is feeling so damn powerless. Like all my efforts are in vain, so I’ll just do what I can. I will commit to never treating a woman like fathers do. It’s not inherent; it’s something we've bought. Putting prices on faces, this needs to be stopped. Don’t ever sell yourself short. Well that’s been a problem this whole time: letting the world cloud up my mind. To think perfection can be displayed in a reflection when minds are cast down and thrown out… well I won’t back down. I’ll make a promise right here to never be stifled or broken by fear. Fear of being discounted by men. Mistreated or used, I can’t let it happen. I’ll make a commitment to never treating a woman like fathers do. It’s not inherent; it’s something we've bought. Putting prices on faces, this needs to be stopped. But all this pressure seems to put her through hell ‘cause she’s been conditioned to dig through all the shit on the shelf. And all they ever have to say for themselves is “MAYBE SHE’S BORN WITH IT?” Well maybe… IT’S SOMETHING ELSE.
Track Name: The Lover
I’ll drink myself to sleep one more night as I revel in memories of an embrace I can no longer request with frequency or any sort of meaning. It seems that pride has swallowed you whole, but I can’t complain ‘cause ambition has drove me away. And though you say “myths like love are dead chemicals,” I’ll hopelessly breathe life to this fable. I WON’T BURY IT. Breathing down her neck I said the word “forever” once. She shot me down and said “words like forever? No! Not for us!” But her warning has been disregarded in a fashion one might call delusional. But it gives me the strength to push through the greatest pain I’ve ever known. Known since we learned… Love is not patient. Love is not kind, but some things, they don’t fade in time. And if to love is to suffer then to let you go is the only way that I know to suffer with honor. But I would set pride aside just to live in your eyes. And though you say these chemicals are dead, I know they still linger in me. I WON’T BURY IT. And the lurking thought of putting my life on hold perches itself on my shoulder, daring me to dismiss all my dreams and find identity in yours. We both know we would never rest easy living as an accessory. But I can’t find peace in separation. Only regret in parting ways. Breathing down her neck I said the word “forever” once. She shot me down and said “words like forever? No! Not for us!” We grew listening behind closed doors. Just listening as love died around us. And I’d done anything, cried with my mouth shut just to preserve us. Love is not patient. Love is not kind, but some things, they don’t fade in time. And if to love is to suffer then to let you go is the only way that I know to suffer with honor. But I would set pride aside just to live in your eyes. And though you say these chemicals are dead, I know they still linger in me. I’m cluttered with memories of time that slipped from me. They don’t fade, they don’t dim, they just replay and never spread thin. But this affliction sends me spiraling through a cluster of emotion I can’t shake, I can’t break, I can barely take. So I’ll hold onto us tight. I WON’T BURY IT.
Track Name: The Addict
You can’t win with sympathy this time. We’ve seen the tears, we’ve heard the lies. Your words are empty as the darkness drowning your… Life should not be taken for granted. You’ve made this bed for yourself, don’t ask “how could this happen?” Our hands were extended waiting for your grip, but the needle always beckoned and you always managed to slip. With your veins infected, you’ll never know peace. I’m through with giving you second chances. You’ve made your choice. Every time you hit the gutter, our hearts drag with you. Every day I’m without a sister we ache, we miss you. Don’t even ask our father, he hides his pain so well, but every time he hears your name his eyes begin to swell with sympathy. But he knows better than to give in. Life should not be taken for granted. You’ve made this bed for yourself, don’t ask “how could this happen?” Our hands were extended waiting for your grip, but the needle always beckoned and you always managed to slip. Come back from this family disease. Every time you hit the gutter our hearts drag with you. Come back; be a mother… a daughter… be my sister again. COME BACK TO ME.
Track Name: The Enabler
I hope that you drown in your guilt. I hope that sleep never comes easy to you again. I hope that your conscience suffocates you in remorse the same violent way that you strangled our innocence. Your moral obligation as a role model never even crossed your mind when you handed us the orange bottle. You promised bliss: an escape from misery. But after two whole years it was simple to... See we were pawns in your sick gluttony. You used us as devices to satisfy your greed. You let children suffer at the hands of your disease, but mark my fucking words, “we will rise from our knees.” YOU’RE THE WORST KIND OF PERSON: one that can’t cope with their own suffering so they subject their loved ones to the same fuckin’ things. If hell were real, I’d gladly take the loss to live there for hanging you on a fucking cross. You’re the worst kind of person: ENABLER.
Track Name: I
I will openly tell the stories of a million broken hearts around me, sharing my commentary. My deepest sympathy. I will gladly interject to lend you all I have, as long as no one asks about me. I hide behind a mask compiled of all the faces of those I’ve loved the most. I stay safe and clear from all my demons if only for a moment: until I’m left alone. So I cloak myself in strength, but I am layered in weakness. I would never lift my disguise to let you see a single scar. I feel so selfish when I feel helpless. Like I can’t face what I’m dealt with even though I’m not alone in it. . I hide behind a mask compiled of all the faces of those I’ve loved the most. I stay safe and clear from all my demons if only for a moment: until I’m left alone. I just wish I could lift this burden, but I won’t give it to a God. I’ll carry it strong and proud; knees strained and shoulders broad. I won’t let my scars define me. I won’t let my heart turn me cold. ‘Cause I know I’m not alone. My only relief from my own sadness is to immerse myself in others, to get out of my own head. But I’ve come to terms with the fact that I’m broken and just need some common ground. So I can revel in the consciousness of knowing… knowing I have support to cope, while together we’re searching for hope. There’s no shame to admit I’m broken. I am a composition. There’s no shame to admit it. WE’RE ALL JUST COMPOSITIONS.
Track Name: The Hate (featuring Justin Phasavath of Prestige)
You’d be a fool to believe hatred only exists in the hearts of the weak and wicked. And you’d be a fool to believe that there is anyone incapable of a disdain so deep. THE HATE IS REAL. They taught me to do my best to hide my anger. They said “you got some problems kid; a slave to depression.” But they don’t understand why kids can’t breathe easily today. The loss, the scars the pain we try to hide. But we can’t seem to shine that bright. And it feels so selfish when the whole world’s caving in. And it feels so selfish when we can’t rise above all the things in our lives that make our hearts heavy and cold. Abuse, neglect and abandonment and shame from every tear we’re taught to hide. Let it be your fuel, let it be your reason to crave such a violent change. Let it be a reminder of everything you promised yourself you would never be. So don’t be ashamed when hate comes for you. Use it for change. Hate is a tool. So hold on tight and don’t let go until you’re satisfied. The hate is real. So hold on tight. YOUR HATE IS JUSTIFIED.
Track Name: The Hope (featuring Matt Bertell of Singled Out)
I AM A CYNIC and I hate myself for it. But I can’t seem to find a brightness anywhere in this tunnel where we’ve locked ourselves away with apathy; feeling devoid of purpose. As if our very existence is sickness and hope only resides in the hearts of the naïve. And has no place in the realist. We live as if our existence is sickness, like every breath breeds disease. My hatred for the world as it is today is conspiring with my fear that it may never change. Pushing me into a bleak reality where the silver lining is cracked and as far as I can see, there’s no way out of this now. But I fight to keep my head held high. But tangible motivation is few and far between, or at least less conspicuous than discouragement. Now hope is all I have left. But is it enough to rely on a feeling? Or is there something I’m missing? Something I can’t see through all this negativity surrounding me. I hope to uphold all this hate I’ve atoned but “I know [that] we cannot live on hope alone.” So I’ll cling to my anger. Let hate flow. Hope will grow. My hatred for the world as it is today is conspiring with my fear that it may never change. Pushing me into a bleak reality where the silver lining is cracked and as far as I can see, there’s no way out of this now. It’s so hard to think positively, but I refuse to accept this world as it stands right now. And I know that the power of change is in my hands, but I can’t even fathom a place to start. I just know that this apathy isn’t helping anything. Because “it is not hope that gets you involved with the struggle, it is getting involved with the struggle that brings you into hope.” DON’T LOSE HOPE.