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Greenville, SC pop-punk

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released October 10, 2011

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Track Name: Teenage Architect
Every moment makes this year grow longer, every second of moving on from here. But now I’m not afraid, to say it to your face, I'm done with your childish games. My grip is becoming numb, and I’m running out of luck. I can't grasp what you've become, but I’ve decided I’ve had enough. This winter has never felt colder, and I’m afraid I’m starting to sober up to the fact, that we're holding back all this potential. My grip is becoming numb, and I’m running out of luck. I can't grasp what you've become, but I’ve decided I’ve had enough. I’m still young, and I still want to set the world on fire. But turn the ashes that we make, into a stable place, for me and my friends. To build a home in, to grow up in, to grow old in, to take your words in, and let this start again. My grip is becoming numb, and I’m running out of luck. I can't grasp what you've become, but I’ve decided I’ve had enough.
Track Name: Water Fountains
The voice of a so called passing trend, we’ll look back and wonder why this did not end. I’m screaming out for a change, but this potential going to waste. Someone I never wanted to hear, your voice screaming in my ear. Telling me that I’m wrong, telling me that I don’t belong. Now I’m stained like the glass that you thrust upon me. I’m broken and I’m lonely and I’m weak. Shunned for my personal beliefs, it’s sad and it’s pathetic that way you preach. How can we be saved when you won’t save a dying man collapsed on the pavement? How can we, how can we be saved? Someone I never wanted to hear, your voice screaming in my ear. Telling me that I’m wrong, telling me that I don’t belong. The fragile life that you have made has been crumbling under its weight, and now the water will wash it away. It will wash it away. How can we be saved when you won’t save a dying man collapsed on the pavement? How can we, how can we be saved? The voice of a so called passing trend, we’ll look back and wonder why this did not end. I’m screaming out for a change, but this potential going to waste. Shouting fire in a crowded room is just the same. Shouting fire in a crowded room is just the same. Someone I never wanted to hear, your voice screaming in my ear. Telling me that I’m wrong, telling me that I don’t belong.
Track Name: It's Sad By Definition
I was waiting on your honest reaction through my phones reception. A chorus over two hundred miles, could not compare to the smiles, that I could not see. Spraynard couldn’t be heard over the pouring rain, over the pouring rain. Falling here, much like the tears, I couldn’t bring myself to let go. All my insignificant moments, somehow end up in this print, but through all the contemplation, I still don’t know how to show them. Spraynard couldn’t be heard over the pouring rain, over the pouring rain. Falling here, much like the tears, I couldn’t bring myself to let go.
Track Name: Not So Alone In the Crowd
As the lights are slowly fading the scenery is changing for the better. A gentle crowd appears to see what’s here as my clothes are getting wetter. I never felt more alone then during that half hour, but I was more sure of myself than ever. The water runs down my back, as I’m begging to crack, and starting to feel the wolves, barking at my heels. Alone in the crowd doesn’t mean we aren’t allowed to ever stand out. I never felt more together than braving the emptiness and the weather. As the only one in the crowd singing out-loud. The water runs down my back, as I’m begging to crack, and starting to feel the wolves, barking at my heels. Alone in the crowd doesn’t mean we aren’t allowed.
Track Name: A Poor Excuse
I can’t shake this feeling that we’re never really healing from the wounds, which we’ve had so long. I’m growing up in the proverbial state, flooded with ignorance we can’t escape. I blocked it out of my mind until I was fifteen. Then I took influence from every song, and now it seems that I’m hanging on, to every word and what they really mean. I can’t believe, the way that things are changing, for the worse, but at least they uncloud my mind. I’ll never get back the days I had, where it seemed the world was not so bad, the excuse being that’s just growing up. I’ve been shedding my skin, taking in, the words that a friend said. Such little things have never meant more to me. I can only promise that this will all be worth it, fooling myself to believing that sometimes. Old verses seeming so childish, but for the times singing them I’d never miss, and missing those days have made me out to be at least something. I can’t believe, the way that things are changing, for the worse, but at least they uncloud my mind. I’ll never get back the days I had, where it seemed the world was not so bad, the excuse being that’s just growing up. I’ll never feel like I did, that summer after freshmen year. Music flooded through blown out speakers of my dad’s Toyota Sienna. I’ll never feel like I did, with mix tapes littered everywhere. Those few months made me a man. I’ll never feel that way again. I’ll never feel like I did, when an accident wasn’t an option to choose from. There wasn’t time to think clear my throat, or stop from going crazy or float away. Who knew two weeks could let me know? I’ll never feel that way again. I’ll never feel like I did, that day that you hold me by a theme. I bet you love this though. I’ll wake up one morning and realize you were just a dream. I’ll never feel like I did, never hold me by a theme. I bet you love this though. I’ll never feel that way again. I’ll never feel like I did, when all that was left was picture of you and me. When all I need is just to see you again, when all I think about is what you think of me. I’ll never feel that way again. I can’t believe, the way that things are changing, for the worse, but at least they uncloud my mind. I’ll never get back the days I had, where it seemed the world was not so bad, the excuse being that’s just growing up.