by Crisis Arm

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released 31 December 2013

written/recorded at the crisis house summer/fall 2013 by crisis arm/we be wizards.



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Crisis Arm Hemet, California

Patrick Capinding
Kevin McVey
Cameron Puleo

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Track Name: every time
you constructed cosmetic dream
eyes red with time travel nonsense
send it down slowly into
the world I can’t relate to outside these unmoving hands
doubtful fingers unhinge beneath buried sacraments

grasping what little we based our union
grappling with empty echoes
toxins bleed in toxins bleed through
chasing after absent truths and absent youths
chasing after absent truths and ugly words

let me imagine steady hands
upon these wretched hips

let me imagine steady hands
upon these wretched hips
Track Name: death clone
pretty when she smiles
scary when she doesn’t

you’ve prepared for this death
but you cannot afford this grief

weary hoods with sinister aptitude
my bones are stone and my heart immortal

those things you can barely stand
strange affections
courseless endurance
mightier than barren deserts
the older I get

the tendencies lean violently
the local faithful
cursory unneeded glances
the kind i've been begging for

to reinvent bleeding ideas
I want to tell you a terrible
disappointment the halls whisper
I want to be you

when the skies turn orange to blue
you won’t even notice
when our hands drift apart
distant murmurs
I don’t want to hear

when the skies turn orange to blue
you won’t even notice
when our hands drift apart
distant murmurs
I don’t want to hear
Track Name: rituals
defiantly to the end
you were numb
you made peace with the hand
that pushed you down
with a privilege
full of expectations

we should have stared closely
at the bruises to come seated

no one learns
no one
no one lives

might as well be dead
dismantled impressions yet to come
nobody has to stay
the way you spoke
no one deserves these
imprecise elements

vacant shame unafraid to hurt
densely bound in nostalgic lies
build me shakes so steady you’ll let me go
dreams uneasy as we grow
important in the ways that don’t count
Track Name: defect
hearts take the hit
small frustrations

arise when you're left with nothing
your unique perversion

deep hatred resides upon your back
thoughts about our judgmental faith
feelings course neither will deny
neck deep in filth sit back and find your worth

move on a life much deserving
emerge from your dwelling
purge your probable guilt
confess everything

inhale hatred disappointment
exhale life and reinforcement
we are more than just fine
we’re doing alright