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Wake

by Hail The Sun

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1.
I fantasize about open wounds. Allotting time just to dream them through. Rage is the itch I’m not scratching. I guess I’m overreacting. But owning a red carpet puts me at ease. Owning a red carpet helps hide the secret. Bleaching the bathtub puts me at ease. It puts me at ease.
2.
Cover up. Load it up! Person down! Shoot to kill! Empty clip! Shoot to kill! Make sure that no one is looking! Public servant/swine abuse: I thought we were over this? Did you see them kill him? Crush him? Try to fight then cling to life. Here lies our right to coincide. Temperamental sadists with a badge disguise will force their way. Kill them. Crush them. Stand and watch them cling to life. Karma works too slow. No regrets for what you’ve done. You are nothing when you take away the gun. Nothing at all. When you take it away. Lets sit you down, peel all your nails back. Now do you feel all the fear you lack? I see them feigning for a stranglehold on all of us. Are you a god? Are we supposed to live beneath you? Kick someone enough and they will not get up. "Better its you than me” mentality. Censor the time and the place and remember to pick up the brains that were sprayed out all over the floor. I see them feigning for a stranglehold on all of us. Are you a god? Are we supposed to live beneath you? Kick someone enough and they will not get up. Kick someone enough and they will not get up.
3.
They’re all watching like they know her. Foreign nightmare never over. Judging by their eyes, they’ve made up their mind. Locked away: now they’re taking her! Overstay: and they’re keeping her! Lets appease the cameras watching- face of an angel. Lets appease the cameras watching- so controversial! Honesty wasn’t mirrored by justice. Devil in the people’s court. Honesty wasn’t mirrored by justice. Our city, it falls apart at the core. She’ll sit there wondering what it’s all for. Media coverage is biased at best. Falsified theories are fucking with everyones head. Cold and still, found in the back room. Carnage all over the wall for all to see. Prosecuter’s mind was made up. False accuser, clear vendetta. Judging by his lies, he’s made up his mind. Locked away: now they’re taking her! Overstay: and they’re keeping her! Face of an angel, so controversial. In Perugia she’ll stay! In Perugia she’ll stay! Black serotonin aimed at those with blue eyes. People are sick and we all like to witness suffering souls. She’ll sit alone. Honesty wasn’t mirrored by justice. Devil in the people’s court. Honesty wasn’t mirrored by justice. Our city, it falls apart at the core. She’ll sit there wondering what it’s all for. Media coverage is bias at best. Falsified theories are fucking with everyones head. Cold and still, found in the back room. Carnage all over the wall for all to see.
4.
Awake, out of focus. Unnerved. This place might not be the same one that I know so well. Out of sync with time again, feels so real this time. Out of sync and violently aware that something’s off. Technically there’s a chance I might be in a dream. Repeating scenes again. Witnessing grieving friends. Mother’s caring eyes, they carry pain I’ve never seen, so hysterically. “He’s still here. He’s still here.” Where? “He’s still here. He’s still here.” I’m a floating skeptic, who are they burying. Curious perspective, don’t know when to lose. Like that time we met disaster covered up in sheets of plaster. Driving faster! I taste the pavement on my tongue. Punctured lung. Laughing off the warning just because. Faltered breathing. I’m not leaving. Awake, out of focus. Unnerved. This place might not be the same one that I know so well... Out of sync with time again, feels so real this time. Out of sync and violently aware that somethings off. They’ve seen enough. Carry on. Brother, why won’t you answer? You seem to suffer like I’m gone… No! Is that my cadaver? This can’t be over! Take me home. No!! Don’t you put me under, just hold me closer. To me, I’m not gone. I’m not breathing. I’m not leaving. I’m a floating skeptic, watching them bury me. Curious perspective, know when to lose. Like that time we met disaster covered up in sheets of plaster. Driving faster! I taste the pavement on my tongue. Just because. “He’s still here…"
5.
Garbage in; garbage out. Questions still persist. The way in which we were created is still debated heavily. If we’re an experiment, where’s the petri dish located? And who’s the one conducting tests? God are you listening?! All your careful people call for what they need. What if you’re not real? And we’re wasting all of the precious time we have on worship, When we’re getting nothing back. Fairy tales in a parlor with a basket filled with dollars. A way to vent frustration. Maybe we buy salvation. What if I’m wrong? What if I’m wrong…I’ll burn in an apocalyptic realm. When we seek intelligence we’re told to look up for answers. The truth might not be what we thought but are we willing to look away if nothing happens? What makes a heartbeat? God you’re not listening! All your careful people call for what they need. What if you’re not real? And we’re wasting all of the precious time we have on worship, When we’re getting nothing back. Martyr! What if I’m wrong? (There’s no way to take it back) Fairy tales in a parlor with a basket filled with dollars. A way to vent frustration. Maybe we buy salvation. What if I’m wrong? What if I’m wrong…I’ll burn in an apocalyptic realm. I’ll burn in an apocalyptic realm. I’ll burn.
6.
Brainwashed to be more than particles. Frequently aligning with the Sun. If you ask me what the future holds (future holds nothing): another time, another set of particles. Know there’s a tear in the fabric of our souls. We are not what we are told. Don’t say that we are important ‘cause we’re not. We are only seeking validation. Don’t say we are more than we are. He had gotten home the door was unlocked. Walking in he felt that someone else was there. He could never understand the things he lacked inside. How could she do everything she did to him? Don’t say I’m important. Don’t say I’m the one. Don’t say that you loved me. Corridor led to dishonesty. And as if that wasn’t enough you sent me running in circles until I finally hit the bottle again. And again, and again, and again. You sent me running in circles until I finally hit the bottom again. Brought up to be more than particles. Frequently aligning with the Sun. If you ask me what the future holds: another time, another set of particle
7.
Relax/Divide 03:18
Every time that you leave my house, I fear that your truck flips, or crashes. I’m always assuming the worst. It’s not healthy to be so fucking anxious and desperate. My train of thought always derails. All is calm at the moment. Nothing’s wrong as of now but my heart drops when the telephone rings, “I’m not sure you’re the one.” Do you think that it’s time to let our lives divide? I’ll reflect where we met, back at the restaurant where we worked. Remember our booth in the back room? Things were much simpler then. Post college daydreams on Ivy. Learning your curves in the bed. All is calm at the moment. Nothing’s wrong as of now but my heart drops when the telephone rings, “I’m not sure you’re the one.” If you think that it’s time then let our lives divide.
8.
Nightmares! Some come true. Never let your guard down. No one is immune. Anything that can will happen. Such is the story lived through Elisa. Stuck in time... Checking in to the hotel taunted by the building itself. And I wonder if the walls spoke would they share the cruelest dreams. Would they tell about the murders in the bedrooms? Or of suicide by jumping out of their rooms? Or the stalker on the top floor? Don’t go looking. Don’t go looking! She’s there stuck in time. She’s there-flowing through the water pipes. Stolen by the history. Led above to where we drink. Laid to rest, laid to rest. Found in a liquid nest. Haunting demeanor. (Gone away) You won’t be erased. (Gone away) What is it they covered up? The elevator camera hints at what could have happened. And I wonder if the walls spoke would they share the same thing. A couple weeks to find the human marination. Consuming water with her flesh contamination. Was this all a result of possession? Don’t go looking. Don’t go looking! She’s there stuck in time. She’s there- flowing through the water pipes. That’s where they found her. What is it they covered up?? One thing we know, that’s for sure. That her vessel lay unmoved. Did she feel pain when her life left? Was she gone before the splash? Maybe this is happening exactly as intended; mastering a story that never will be ended. What if it’s an artist that performed a final piece? Crafting a legend. Stolen by the history. Led above to where we drink. Laid to rest, laid to rest. Found in a liquid nest. Haunting demeanor. (Gone away) You won’t be erased. (Gone away)
9.
Listen, tie us off and take us both to heaven. Isn’t this nice? Pull back! Pull back! I’m starting to feel the burn of missed injection. All blue and black. It’s so hard to navigate this map of scars that is my skin. Fester. Listen, tie us off and take us both to heaven. Isn’t this nice?? Pull back! Pull back! I wish that my love for you they wouldn’t question. It’s all we have, along with our half cut pens with hollowed insides. Similar to yours and mine. Baby, every day I see you and me getting high with each other. Baby, long as we got this pipe I see us growing older together. Tired ticking time bomb. Shot to shit and all wrong. Still we pretend that our lives do not consist of chasing shit that helps us cope with how we see ourselves. Everything we say is a lie. Breathing underwater. Feel the burn! Maybe you hit a nerve? I don’t fucking think it’s working! Hold me underwater. Still we pretend that our lives to do not consist of chasing shit that helps us cope with how we see ourselves. Everything we say is a lie. Is a lie we actually believe...
10.
Swinging against the wind keeping the noose tight on her skin. God will save her, the father’s lucifer they say…oh, do they? Does that make it ok? Sin finds the culprit. Unexplained circumstances cause people to fear, deceive, and act so irrationally. Up in the bedroom, she’s seeing ghosts. Demons in clothes, people she knows. Swear on the bible, that earns their trust. Fractions of fiction dismissed so start your hunt. Terror is the grease that runs the system (let ‘em burn) To assist them in control (manipulation) let ‘em burn! We submit. Aren’t we all JUST okay? Who’s the real culprit?! No one mentions the secret intentions you’d lose your mind. You’d lose your mind. Bind us, Strip up, Crush us! Burning flesh: nobody can stand the smell. Capture and torture victims that we’re afraid of. Fear will sell, then murder is justified. Now who’s the monster. (Let ‘em burn) Now who’s the monster! Terror is the grease that runs the system (let ‘em burn) To assist them in control (manipulation) let ‘em burn! We submit. Cold sweat dripping, I was on their radar. Scaffold gripping, we’re all on their radar. Callous crimes intimidate. Countless times, intoxicate. We submit. Let them pray for us. Evil tips the scale. Burning flesh: nobody can stand the smell. Capture and torture victims that we’re afraid of. Fear will sell, then murder is justified. Bodies swaying aren’t worth saving. They all make us watch. And as I hung there I noticed how you, how you all just stood there. Like stone you stood there. And as I hung there I noticed how you, how you all just stood there! The fear kept you there, and I watched you. Callous crimes intimidate. Countless times, intoxicate. Let them pray for us. Evil tips the scale.
11.
Jane Doe 02:51
She falls The look of disillusion fresh upon her quickly fading eyes Across the room the guilty party turns and leaves Their story woven on the coattails of a ghost We wonder We question Why are you gone? The stains are steamed The walls receive a perfect coat of white To cover up the homicide The family grieves The memories remain The years washing away We question the outcome, the fairness We wonder what will happen to us We struggle to let go in anger We ask aloud Why are you Woven on the coattails of a ghost Woven on the coattails of a ghost Woven on the coattails of a ghost Woven on the coattails of a ghost Woven on the coattails
12.
This is in remembrance to the time that you were with us. And while you maybe gone now you are always in my head. I hope you turn in your grave. In your grave. In your grave. I recall our codependence. I was always feeding you. Never ever leaving you alone. We’d never be separated. I could never function all alone. I would rather die so I’d say “Fuck it all, fuck this place!” Obituary. It’s the way that you’d make me insane. But I’d ask you again and again. It’s not right. But those times I thought it was. Now I see all that you stood for. Funeral blues, nothing to live for. You’re survived by a portion of my life but that’s all you get! And I hope you stay dead. I hope you stay dead! Not a hymn or a prayer could bring you back. Stay dead. Obituary. We’d never be separated. I could never function all alone. I would rather die but Now I see all that you stood for. Funeral blues, nothing to live for. You’re survived by a portion of my life but that’s all you get! And I hope you stay dead. I hope you stay dead! This is in remembrance to the time that you were with us. And while you maybe gone now you are always in my head.

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released September 23, 2014

Released September 23, 2014

Hail the Sun is:
Donovan Melero- Drums, Vocals
Shane Gann- Guitar
Aric Garcia- Guitar
John Stirrat- Bass


All music and lyrics by Hail the Sun
Recorded at Pus Cavern Studios in Sacramento, CA by Josh Benton.
Additional engineering by Joe Johnston, Johnny Liu
Mixed by Josh Benton
Produced by Josh Benton and Hail the Sun
Artwork by Adam Melero
Layout by Jason Weiche [jwdesign@live.com]
Published by Blue Swan Records

© 2014 Hail the Sun

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Eric Rushing with The Artery Foundation

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