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Letters and Numbers

by MA46

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1.
The Rot 03:25
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
2.
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?
3.
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!
4.
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
5.
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

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released February 26, 2009

All songs written and performed by MA46

Produced by Timothy A. Clark at Anode Studios, Glendale CA

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