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by MA46
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The Rot
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Brothers Fighting
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Leper Machine
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Secret Quiet Morning
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Tunnel Dwellers Anthem
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released 26 February 2009
All songs written and performed by MA46
Produced by Timothy A. Clark at Anode Studios, Glendale CA - license
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- Track Name: The Rot
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when men are pushed to extremes
then men will forfeit their dreams
break bread with scoundrels and thieves
forswear their god and their king
rare is the one who remains
strong facing violence and pain
steadfastness deeply ingrained
not bound by anyone's chains
take my word for it, there's no cure
for the rot that sets in your heart
when you live just to keep from dying
you wait for the end to start
look what you're doing to me
break me with pure theory
they say that real artists ship
production is quite a trick
so take your fate in your hands
go forth and make your demands
no one will do it for you
so tell me what will you do
take my word for it, there's no cure
for the rot that sets in your heart
when you live just to keep from dying
you wait for the end to start - Track Name: Brothers Fighting
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Are you watching?
We've been waiting.
Watch your volume;
someone's listening.
What news from Angel City?
Are they still perservering?
Is this the end we've hoped for?
Is this the end we're fearing?
Take heed! Witness the Other -
they're coming down for thunder.
We'll travel undercover,
the road just leads to trouble.
What news from the city where our brothers bravely fight on?
What news from the city where our sisters surely die on?
Are you watching?
We've been waiting.
Watch your volume;
someone's listening.
Make sure you keep your head up,
make sure you keep your voice down.
The forest's never empty -
their eyes are always open.
We'll travel under cover
of night like secret lovers.
If we don't watch each other,
we shall be torn asunder.
What news from the city where our brothers bravely fight on?
What news from the city where our sisters surely die on? - Track Name: Leper Machine
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I spent the afternoon
dying in fits and starts
while the leper machine
took careful notice of my progress
rejected by saturday
in a tuesday morning haze
while the media man
speaks in tongues to the masses what he reads on the page
tear the transmitter down! make a terrible sound!
who knows what they'll say next
we'll put your ass in context
tear the transmitter down!
unroll the avenue
to welcome the evening crew
the town is on fire
and we don't remember what to do
the king and the queen are back
society's heart attack
like a serenade
from the lips of the prophets, from the phony sages
tear the transmitter down! make a terrible sound!
who knows what they'll say next
we'll put your ass in context
tear the transmitter down!
tear the transmitter down! make a terrible sound!
who knows what they'll say next
we'll put your ass in context
tear the transmitter down! - Track Name: Secret Quiet Morning
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silence is damaged
not broken yet but echoes
scarify
so satisfying
sad masochism
lets weighty matters
multiply
smoking watching the sunrise
writing a letter to herself
sewing sorrow over eyes
that don't see anyway
MAKEUP
GASMASK
FACADE
the quiet mornings
the silent secrets aren't so
hard to hide
patterns for a
passive aggressive
child trying to
stay alive
into the arms of anger
embraced but suffocated
hurting herself by proxy
and dodging all the blame
MAKEUP
GASMASK
FACADE - Track Name: Tunnel Dwellers Anthem
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gray bricks on monday morning
gray bricks on tuesday afternoon
you were born in the tunnels
take a last look, you're leaving soon
we've waited below so long
some have forgotten why we're here
I can't forget the purges
we lost your mother in the war
the screens are full of static
but there's nothing to see anyway
there may be nothing left beyond our wall
still, run and tell the others
at the stroke of nine we'll meet again
we'll rise to the surface and take our revenge
I've seen the sun before
there is no doubt that you will too
listen! the engine's starting
guns up my boys, we're breaking through!
the screens are full of static
but there's nothing to see anyway
there may be nothing left beyond our wall
still, run and tell the others
at the stroke of nine we'll meet again
we'll rise to the surface and take our revenge