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Limited edition of 100 ivory-colored cassettes housed in clear & red jewel cases, includes a digital download code. Purchase from Accident Prone Records: www.accidentprone.com/store

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released June 23, 2017

Danny Hoover - Vocals
Ty Vaughn - Guitar
Chris Buehler - Guitar
Morgan Schwartz-dale - Bass
Ryan Hanzlik - Drums

Produced, mixed, and mastered by Jack Shirley @ The Atomic Garden Recording Studio

Art and layout by Kevin Abell

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Track Name: Call & Response
Hey, would you say, that's there is nothing left to do than to feed upon the hearts of the ones that judge and pray?
Just to prove, that he's never coming back, and they'll be bones just like you and I when we finally close our eyes for good.

Cause nothing lasts forever, but did you really want to stay?
Did you ever want to stay?

They're hanging on his every word.

So, now we take the blade and we run it through our veins.
Drag the bodies to the basement, set them up like on display.
When the blood falls down, when it's falling down like rain.
They'll have to know we never lacked the courage we always knew we had.

Cause nothing lasts forever, but did you really want to stay? Did you ever want to stay?

I call and you respond. I put it all on you. I call and you respond. To do the things I can not do.
Track Name: Ocho
Burn it down burn it down burn it down.
We're not able to hide from the sound.
How long until we see? nobody's coming for you nobody's coming for me.

Send it. Nobody's coming for you. Nobody's coming for me.

And all these empty promises,
Worn out tongues and well wishes.
How long until we finally see?
They don't want you and me.

Burn it down burn it down burn it down, whore.

Cut off my own hands and run them through my hair. Bury them deep in the ground they can't hurt you there.

You want. We fought. You want we fought. Fuck.
Track Name: Light
Hey baby, we killed it in the name of fashion. Hey baby, we killed it in the name of social disease.

It's walking, it's talking, it's taken over my knees.

Go get your gun.

Hey baby, we cured it in the names of sickness.
Hey baby we cured it in the name of social disease.

Go get your gun.

And know we can see, the light in your eyes, it lights up the night, but it did nothing for me.

From this day on I'm through with punk rock.
Track Name: Throats of the Young
Breathe, suck it in.
Steal, take it back.
No one ever wants to stay the same.
No one ever wants to admit it.

That the dream is dying.
Without hope the ceiling is lowered, its punctured, we're on pins and needles.
Will I raise the bar, will I start the car and roll. Cause I lived and died a thousand deaths for you.

Take me home, wash my hands, make me young, help me sing again.

Life, not worth living. Choke the throats of the young. Explain to them there is nothing left to say. Cause no one ever wants to be different.

The dream is dying, without love the ceiling is lowered, its punctured, we're on pins and needles.

Will I raise the bar? Will I start the car and roll? Cause I've lived and died a thousand deaths for you.

Take me home, give me strength, wash my hands, make me young, give me strength, help me sing again.

We're breathing.