Album Notes

Two recovering alcoholics and pill poppers from a place where hardcore is beautiful.

"Rest assured mother and father your sons doing fine, Stressed to death depressed in debt at the depth of regret, But mother and father rest assured your sons doing fine, just a couple hard times, I’m trying to layoff the medication, I can swallow a handful with no effect, its killing me, But I love it when my liver burns my flesh, Lay in the tub and laugh capsules under the faucet, Fade away the colors problems locked in the closet, I cant stand, my head beats for days, I cant beat the pain, I never have, I’ve never had a drink, never been tipsy, I never will, Truthfully it really aint in me, scar x's on my hands like a hypocrite, The world confesses all to Daniel like a hypnotist, Dad you can drink it down but anger is all you got, Ill take your advice and grow up to be what ever the fuck your not."

"Spark like a moonstone hit, as Opiates stretch days from minutes hit quick from the pockets of passerby’s to any family ties, she’s lit, eyes always empty, spent in the fix, lost in her angel of mercy, IV became the method just around the time when nights on street corners became another state of mind, It was king and she did what she could to keep its place, A perfect angel with a junkie’s face, like God became a poison and her veins could only keep the faith, she’s nothing but a vagrant in a faded blue dress, she lost adolescents in hypodermic weapons, playing the devil’s game, wait till it’s late and you’ll find her giving back alley prayers on her knees, she looks too broken for sympathy, soliciting anything for 5 bucks, the first time she overdosed was in a bathtub, She woke up, and left behind the person that she once was."