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Draining Satellites

by Hindsight

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1.
There will always be a concrete wall between us No commonality No relation I've placed my burdens on the shoulders of others I've watched them all lose faith that things will ever be different No reflection No new understanding Never a learned lesson Just a lost cause This is not reality It's just an empty waking dream A hopeless life of disconnect It's just a waste of what us left of me
2.
Don't wake the dead They weren't meant to come home They're just images in your fucking head when you're left alone But we'll unsuture the wound and we'll wait to bleed out and we'll reminisce about a life we never lived Sometimes a knife in the spine is all that you have left
3.
Lifetime spent cutting false ties to people only built up in my head It's not your fault that I'll never understand life outside this miserable isolation When I look outside of myself there is fear and uncertainty It follows me everywhere It reminds me There is no common ground between you and me We're just draining satellites that are far too dim to see
4.
Severance 01:55
History erased Blank pages replace words that once described the ones I loved The cycle is so familiar Loss becomes routine Left with no choice but to forsake every memory When I tear them from myself what will I have left? I am an anthology of broken bonds A past punctuated by regret
5.
Your words Your influence They are a hand around my throat I either hold my tongue or risk your fucking wrath It's not worth it in the end But I won't bend to your customs I won't shed the blood that you shed and I will never be an extension of your hatred I will not be forced to hide away
6.
The Mute 03:00
The trumpets come in I want to break into song and make up words on the spot that mean nothing at all And in the silence at the end of the night I know we'll all be so proud We'll gather around the altar of worthless teenage vigor You speak with passion but your words fall on deaf ears You try to teach your songs to the mute What are we to say? I can't carry the fucking cross My feet are nailed to the ground It's just a matter of strength that I'll never have I can't carry the fucking cross Why can't I pull these nails from the soil? I am more than the pain that holds me down
7.
When we wake Door slams shut on eyes of dismay Human honor lost Never gaining any ground We do our best and we get the worst Back of the line while the shit goes first We do our best and we get the worst We get the worst

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released June 3, 2014

Kristine Hayes - Percussion, Vocals, Lyrics
Chris Smith - Guitars, Artwork, Lyrics
Aaron Kaczynski - Bass,
Jack Kooser - Vocals, Lyrics

Recorded May 16-18 by Matt Very at Very Tight Recordings, Pittsburgh PA
Mixed and mastered by Matt Very
Cover art by Chris Smith for Grey Aria Design Studio, Pittsburgh PA
All songs, lyrics, and art by © Hindsight 2013-14

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