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Engineered by Steve Johnson at My Low Studio, Bellmore, NY

Jim Burns - Vocals
Frank Fusco - Guitar
Kevin Purcell - Bass
Eric Hoffman - Drums

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released May 27, 2014

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Track Name: Keep Your Judgment Day
KEEP YOUR JUDGMENT DAY

i can’t say with certainty
what on earth tomorrow brings
but, in a billion years, with little doubt
earth’s sun is burning out
and man must face his destiny
find another galaxy
venture out beyond the stars
without a home to return to
ever again...

we’ll leave it all behind
the dark night, the wondrous vision
the power of nuclear fission
to accelerate; propagate the human race
we’ve got a home in space that sits and waits
for us to return back to the stardust
which made us and which will make us over again...

i guess what i am trying to say
is you can keep your judgment day
i’ll put my faith in technology
and man’s ingenuity
and the power of determination
to save what’s left of civilization
and venture out beyond the stars
without a home to return to
ever again...

leave it all behind
the dark night, the wondrous vision
the power of nuclear fission
to accelerate; to propagate the human race
we’ve got a home in space that sits and waits
for us to return back home to the stardust
to make us over again

yeah, that’s what i’m trying to say
is that you can keep your judgment day
and sacrifice your own offspring
to your almighty kingdom come...

and god will bow his head in praise
of those who fled his judgment day
and smite those who forsake his gift
and cast them down into the pit
forever amen...

we’ll leave it all behind
the dark night, the wondrous vision
the power of nuclear fission
to accelerate; propagate the human race
we’ve got a home in space that sits and waits
for us to return back to the stardust
which made us
which will take us
and will make us
over again...
Track Name: When Humans Roamed The Earth
WHEN HUMANS ROAMED THE EARTH

long ago in ancient history
stately beasts did roam the earth
in harmony with nature
they grew to massive girth

and earth did flourish

they reigned here for an epoch
grew even bigger still
seemed nothing could diminish their perfect kingdom
with plants to eat, and beasts to kill

then complacence lulled their brains
and they grew fat and slow
they couldn’t see the forest through the smoke of plunder
nor think beyond they didn’t know

and they were purged
for their mistakes
and earth grew silent
in their wake...

now we use their bones for fuel
and put them on display
in our museums of natural history
view the remnants of yesterday...

and of tomorrow...
Track Name: Halo of Stars
HALO OF STARS

tongue hangs out
x’s for eyes
(a halo of stars around my head)

flat on my ass
whistling birds
(halo of stars around my head)

bright light flash
twinkling stars
(a halo of stars around my head)

quick to my feet
stumbling bum
(a halo of stars around my head)

there’s a halo of stars around my head
halo of stars around my head
regretting i ever got outta bed
a halo of stars around my head
halo of stars around my head
halo of stars around my head
wait for double vision to fuse to single vision again
with a halo of stars around my head
Track Name: See With My Hands
SEE WITH MY HANDS

you keep talking things i can’t understand
look here, i want to see with my hands
you hold it close like a 4 leaf clover
i’m standing on my toes and looking over your shoulder

at your hands, your hands
i can’t see through your hands
spread your fingers so i can take a glance
you’ve built it up so that i can’t believe it
now quit your hogging and just lemme see it...

you’re describing what you have in your hands
now you’re trying all my patience
all this talk has got me frustrated
now i’m raising my voice and all animated

with my hands, my hands, i can talk with my hands
in a language that you can understand
it’s in the eye of the beholder
i’ll bloody yer lip if you don’t fork it over
let me see it
give it here...
i’ve got eyes but i can’t see
you’re gonna get a black eye if you don’t give it to me
yer ass is grass and i’m gonna mow it
i’ve called your bluff and now you better show me

your hand, my hands;
i can see with my hands,
fists clenched,
and prone to violence
a picture lasts, but i’d rather take it
with my hands, and then i’m gonna
break it...

let me see it
give it here...now

my hands, my hands
i can see with my hands
Track Name: Echoes of Laughter
ECHOES OF LAUGHTER

echoes of laughter
chiming through the halls

they’re laughing at me
a jester in their court
their revelry
comes in my defeat
Track Name: Free To Follow
FREE TO FOLLOW

the spirit, when broken
escapes like a prisoner with a chance
then longs for the rules to conform to
without the chaos of happenstance
that control us

there’s freedom from worry
a negation of responsibility
the usurper controls all my actions
kills all confusion
with merciless tyranny
and...

when i follow
there’s a freedom
freedom to roam around in my head
when i follow
remove the options, absolve my mistakes
there’s a freedom
freedom to dream about better days
which may follow...

the will, when shattered
no longer fights for the losing cause
lifts the burden of hoping for something
why hope for something
when all hope is lost
it is futile

the choices, when eliminated,
quells the fear that i will choose what’s wrong
subjugation and discipline
cracks the whip which my mind needs to get things done
what i’ve found is...

when i follow
there’s a freedom
freedom to roam around in my head
when i follow
remove the options, absolve my mistakes
there’s a freedom
freedom to dream about better days
which may follow...

the tyrant alone in his bed
so many questions
run through his head
(there is freedom)
the soldiers marching in line
their only concern
is keeping in time
(when i follow)

the tyrant lying awake
should he cut off their heads
or let them eat cake

(there is freedom)

the slaves finish their meals
an honest day’s wage
for tending the fields

(when i follow)

the tyrant cries himself to sleep
the burden he bears
subjugating the meek

(there is freedom)

a bell calls the peasants from sleep
another one tolls
to remind them to eat

(when i follow)

the tyrant
leaves his plate full of food
his stomach in knots
as he paces and broods...

...on strategy and legacy
the endless reflection upon fear and respect and...

when i follow
there’s a freedom
freedom to roam around in my head
when i follow
remove the options, absolve my mistakes
there’s a freedom
freedom to dream about better days
which may follow...