Elephantitis

by Hail The Sun

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Hail The Sun's sophomore release takes the concept of Elephantitis (a physical overgrowth of a part of the body) and applies it to negative character traits, such as anger or an obsession with death.

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released 03 July 2012

Engineered and Mixed by Josh Benton
Mastered by Eric Broyhill

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Track Name: Ow! (SPLIDAO!) I Like It, Though
This encounter's a trap, and I don't even know where it's at
I've seen self-sabotage one thousand times before
Do you want me to go? Do you want me to go?
'Cause you keep calling back
And I still have to bend the truth; it's not worth upsetting you
I've learned to be a shameless liar
Such forceful accusations and violent conversations
Help create a war that we keep fighting, 'cause we're soldiers in disguise
We're in disguise
Adored by superficial Hollywood
Natural feelings don't feel like they should
A rotten punchline when the joke's no good
And just when things start looking better
I like to kick them to the side
They say the grass is always greener
Until I spray the pesticide
So dysfunctional
Do you want me to go? Do you want me to go?
You keep coming back
We're done
I still have to bend the truth
I'm sure it's upsetting you
We breed a bunch of little liars
She craves the contents of my loaded gun (Oh, Syrah)
Squeeze out a round onto your eager tongue
A gorgeous girl embracing womanhood
I'm on a date with instant gratitude
A good hard fuck should fix your attitude
Caught in a romantic war, we keep on fighting
'Cause we're soldiers, yeah
Big bad soldiers, yeah
Fucking soldiers, soldiers in disguise
We're in disguise
Adored by superficial Hollywood
Natural feelings don't feel like they should
A rotten punchline when the joke's no good
And just when things start looking better
I like to kick you to the side
They say the grass is always greener
Until I spray the pesticide
Syrah Syrah Syrah Syrah Syrah Syrah Syrah
You're always looking back
Track Name: Testostyrannosaurus
Hunting is in our blood
Hunting is in our blood
I'm not yet a father
I'm not yet a father
Watch out, Demoiselle
So intrigued, I'm watching hormones at their finest
And he's desperate to fuck
Eat it up, he's saying anything it takes to be inside her
Lies are used so that she'll lose her clothes
She'll just blush
Baited with liquor, hook line and sinker
Now he's got her
(Slayin') someone's daughter
They might insist that they're different from the rest
This is a tactic used often by the lady-killer
But first
Calculate timing, orchestrate touching
Arranging all the little tricks to play
In his bed, willingly spread by two
Baited with liquor, hook line and sinker
Hook line and sinker
Girl, you're still alone, but you're never home
Does he get you off? Do I get you off?
Do I?
Now he's got her
(Slayin') someone's daughter
They might insist that they're different from the rest
This is a tactic used often
Stop, close your fucking legs
This is all they crave
Hunting is in our...
Hunting is in our...
BLOOD!
I'm not yet a father
I'm not yet a father
Watch out, Demoiselle
Watch out, Demoiselle
At the bar, the hopeful hunters roam
Finding prey, they drink, then stumble home
Altered judgement helps them make the kill
Once inside, he knows he's sealed the deal
The deal
We all try just a little bit
But there's some who go further
They're so wrong
He's so wrong to be deceitful
Do you believe it?
Why can't you see it?
Do I?
Track Name: Dead Messages
I don't know why, but sometimes I wonder deeply
What I would do if you passed away
I think of words, words that I wish I'd told you by the end
Dead messages I can still say to you
Why should I sit with fear? We all know that tragedies are never fair
Wait, do I have an issue?
Dreaming you're gone just to see if I'd miss you
No, no it hurts to imagine
Letting go and wearing black the day we know you're never coming home
Who decides it's our turn to go?
Who decides?
Live, because you're dying (quickly)
I'm still trying (we don't really know)
No, life is a show, and tragedies are never fair
We're all given a script that's been written
(Blindly, blindly) unaware of who will be
Who will be cast? Who will be cast to come home?
Time can be unforgiving
Status quo on the living
(Unknown) What will I (second home) most remember
(Buried) from our time (unexposed) spent together?
When am I to go? Who'll be there to notice?
Will I go alone? Who'll be there?
Who'll write my obituary once I find the cemetery?
Live, because you're dying (quickly)
I'm still trying (we don't really know)
No, life is a show, and tragedies are never fair
We're all given a script that's been written
(Blindly, blindly) unaware of who will be
Who will be cast? Who will be cast out?
I don't know why, but sometimes I wonder deeply
What you would do if I passed away
Track Name: Will They Blame Me If You Go Disappearing?
Will they blame me if you go disappearing?
I sometime wonder what it'd be like to be out of my mind
It's such a good excuse to commit such heinous crimes
That in mind, I'd go find that pathetic little prick
He'd be crying by the time that his head met with a brick
Dropped in a canyon, help has now arrived
Just two of us, but I'm the one alive
To pay your debts you owe your life
To pay your debts you gotta die
Will they blame me if you go disappearing?
That selfish pig deserves the chair
And I would love to help him get there
And I would love to help him get there
And I would love to help him get there
Regretful rivers flow aplenty in his mind
The tributaries are the choices he declined
Dropped in a canyon, that's where you'll reside
Just two of us, but I'm the one alive
That fucking pig deserves to die
And I would love to show him why
Is there any kill that's worth the bust?
Switching roles with God
Deciding what to do's a dirty job
Screaming why, screaming why
Repenting monster
Switching roles with God
It seems to me you fucking understand
Screaming why with shame shoved through your eyes
Dropped in a canyon, help has now arrived
Just two of us, but I'm the one, I'm the one alive
Can I rearrange your veins?
Is there any kill that's worth the bust?
Is there any kill that's worth the bust?
Is there any kill that's worth the bust?
Is there any kill that's worth the bust?
Track Name: Eight-Ball, Coroner's Pocket
Fictional physician
I get a large euphoria from such a small formula, yeah, yeah
A little paper on the side will be my ticket to ride, yeah, yeah
Heavy feeling, refill my way to the sky
Happy feeling, replacing doubt in my mind
Doctor's orders: take some more; I'm hearing knocks at the door
Meddling family, go home; I feel much less than before
So what? (Because it)
Now what? (Is an axe)
Meddling family stay away
Meddling family go, go, go
Doctor, your patients are here
Hey, across the counter
You'll quiet down as I slowly get louder
Cancer, coma, panic, pills; it just doesn't matter
I swallow blackouts
Formula helping us formulate
I still picture all of what happened the day I got locked in my head
(Soma)
(Soma) Just get a script
(Someone) Needs medicine
(Silenced) Up 'til the end
(Soma) Just get a script
(Someone) Needs medicine
(Silenced) Up 'til the end
(So long)
And I'm losing my patients
I'm losing my patients
I'm losing my patients
I'm losing my, I'm losing my...
Now I've lost all my patience
I've lost all my patience
I've lost all my patience
I'm losing my, I'm losing my...