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by The Navidson Record

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1.
Pill Eater 04:18
You are a plague that I cannot vomit out. You are the noise that drowns out my pleas. A grave is the only way to forget I will never know the peace of serenity. Leave me to die in this piss-soaked dirt, To breathe in the smog and swallow it whole. I built a house for you I made it from my bones I will just bleed out on the floor Until you’re willing to come home. I will just lick my lips, Satiate my need for taste. I will always be waiting. I’m only tasting blood. I will rest my head somewhere new. I’m not sure how much longer I can keep on breathing. I’ve got ten steps until I die. I’ll waste them all getting closer to you The light has gone out of my life.
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We have built these empty halls to shout across at skeletons. We are moving downward from the only home we’ve ever had. We are to blame for this broken scene… A search for dominance, A senseless power struggle, Has erected walls between us, Is tearing us apart. We elected figureheads. We all serve as representatives But there are some of us Who never had anything worth saying. All this negative space is caused by all your negative actions. We must reclaim The monuments That we’ve been ripping down Brick by brick. We are not defined by Who we have to fight for us But we are shaped by What we have to fight for.
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We only need what we cannot create ourselves So give me a reason to keep filling these lungs. We may only have two heads, but We still do the work of beasts. Succumb yourself The end of the line is a firing squad. Consider this my resignation. Save your blindfolds for someone who needs them, Consider this my resignation, Save your blindfolds for someone who needs them. If worse comes to worst, I’ll rip out my eyes and drop dead. Oh, I never claimed To be stronger than this I am not a man, But a fucking child. I am a product of the waste That I hold in my ribcage. I am only worthy of praise From whores and liars. If this is what I have to look forward to, I’m all set with becoming a man. I’ll take a page from the book of the dead, Because I’d rather be a corpse Than the scum I am. So I wrote them a letter Explaining my departure from a cold, concrete room. There is nothing in these veins. There is nothing to this heart but hate. There is nothing under this skin, And I am owed no more than that from others, So why the fuck would Jesus die for me?

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released April 30, 2013

The Navidson Record is:

Zach Staska - Vocals
P.J. Presti - Guitar
Kayla MacNeil - Guitar
Anthony Tedeschi - Drums
Mat McDonough - Bass


All songs written and performed by The Navidson Record. Recorded at "The Office" in Andover, MA with Mike Moschetto & Oskar. Mixed and mastered by Jay Maas at "Getaway Recording" in Haverhill, MA.

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