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: A Simulation

by The Leaky Faces

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1.
Simulacra 04:20
We are the object and the subject in this claustrophobic dream Where all the walls are painted see through Yeah I've got other people's eyes inside this skull of mine so what am I Oh what am I? Is a puppet with no strings autonomous or does it exist does it exist? I had a thought but I was never the one that thought of it Hell is a body lacking orifices Orifices And the androids dream The simulacra have shed their strings And the androids dream behind static curtains of a conscious a conscious sleep We're structured engendered conditioned cemented Now the shadows rule this prison eternally projected Displacement's got me seeing ghosts there's no original we are all copies God comes forth from the stage We burn creators to nothing now the matrix is all we have one time I looked into the mirror and there was nothing looking back Nothing looking back Looking back
2.
Inquisition 05:00
Stuck somewhere in the cerebrum and everything feels so far away A Shadow in a daydream an image too slowly dispelled Rifling through faded photographs of a burning tree There's no guilt reserved for a tree that grows dead The sound of tempered steel fills the air invites a gray fog to rest in the cities It had been stolen from the forests and the ancient bones that they'd drunk The foundry set itself ablaze strapped a bomb to its chest and walked away In covetry of an antidote for a disease that grows to die We seek an easy response for hard lies Night terrors of a child on fire just to wake to the smell of smoke When the mirrors all broken and the candles all out there's no ghost to look in the eye And somewhere the sound of a drum for a second brings the madness to a halt I have a desert of feelings and a dehydrated brainstem Sold our pace for scraps gouged out our eyes for better sight, Held our peace for better days cried out war when nothing remained Broke a promise we call death god begs for the forgiveness Can you believe how odd it is to have to be anything at all We dance round the rubble in comfortable silence Our hearts broken by the sound of the sirens Who signed the contracts that sacrificed our freedom for borders? And who separated us with the illusion of order? And who convinced me that my skull was a prison? When will the genocide end? For now we're on the road of attrition
3.
Well I first grew eyes in the city of Sylvan where Syrinx and Pan they got drunk off the wine they gave me a voice and they told me to use it and I went off dancing through dense moonlit forests of old Well how long I sang I cannot recall but the morn took me up with a chip on my shoulder my smile was red from the blood and the wine and my voice was sharpened to cut through the forested skies I sung and I sang about dreamscapes and treefolk who danced round the fire and told tales of before the bark of the children as smooth as the snakeskin that shed round the fire and gave kindling to Syrinx and Pan One day I tripped to the city of Sylvan where Syrinx and Pan they had opened my eyes I looked all about me and finally did see that the city of Sylvan was burning to death oh the treefolk the treefolk that screamed as they cooked alive the treefolk I sang with in the fire my friends and my family my only home burning by the anvil and forge So now I sing in the city of Vulcan where Syrinx and Pan they are blind from the wine I still have my voice and I'm forced now to use it singing to virgins and dreamscapes in moonlights of old
4.
Steam 04:10
Settling our scores with the stick And throwing out our backs just to rest And raise the monuments above our heads Blood-soaked whips mark this divide Paranoia can find you wherever you run Even in the depths of a coal mine Our lungs always paid the bill Cough up blood Well there's a fire in your heart and a molotov in your pocket But goddam if looks could kill then they would explode like rockets You're addicted to depression don't pretend that you don't love it You sought after the peace of mind the illusion that was so Far-removed Well settle down my darling and walk away my dear and tell the whole world what you've been thinking ad screaming in my ear Until you've painted life so ugly and also very weird They have you swallowing disaster at the cost of all that you hold dear You place too much faith in tomorrow a day that you can't chase You can kick up all the dust you want you're still stuck in the same place Well fuck it all my darling and scream all you want my dear It's not your fault you live under the gun and in front of the mirror Well fuck it all my darling and scream all you want my dear Let's commit some arson burn down courthouses and replace them with dirt.
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Contra 03:09
Borrowed air is in the lungs Holding this breath for the ruin My carbon composed of all of my faults I will be tomorrow's synthetic surface The so-called beauty that you call home is so suffocating Isolated from hopelessness and breathing in a false sense of empathy I'm drowning in an ocean of mistakes and regrets and I can't swim for shit It's impossible to come up for air when you're met with no reason to breathe And I doubt everything you say because you always say it twice You won't give me an explanation for the apologies and the lies You choke on words of sentences that forgot where they began What method do you recommend if we're already dead? Project my memories as a scene from your hidden persuaders My inflamed lungs are only getting older A distraction from armies with crosses on their shoulders modern crusaders I cover my eyes this is the place to die to wake up from a nightmare is to be caught in a dream
7.
System is structuring (Fractured is symptomatic) Objects and materials ideology (Callousness is what leads to our beliefs) I'm just a body I've been interpolated I'm just a body I'm just a body Bonds of faith keep this whole thing glued together But I still pray to be unmade To be unmade To be without anything Unmade Can you help destroy me? x2
8.
I lost my sight with the crashing of the waves Just another man thrown overboard forced to walk the plank In the time I spent gasping for air the ship's hull I could never repair For little did I know the ship was made to sink Mast burning crew staring At each other in disbelief Hearts failing ship sinking the fearful ones man the long nines With cutlasses drawn and rum all around me The deck is caving in our blood is running thin There's no use in following the stars the current will guide you Like the moon governs the tides and to quarter is our call Free floating in this abyss To rot lonely on the ocean floor Silent sentinels think nothing of the distance between ships The destruction a callous reminder of the strength of a vengeful storm All armadas be disbanded to join the scores of sunken ships

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released December 14, 2013

Cody: banjo, mandolin, guitar, piano, vocals
Lucas: violin, guitar, washboard, bass, cello on Inquisition, vocals
Peach: drums
Zach: cello, upright bass, back up vocals

additional sound makers: Hinchi, Fernanda, Micah on saw, Saugwa on meows.

Recorded Mixed and Mastered by Zach Gerzon at The Living Room. Huge thanks to Callan Buday for her input and assistance.
Album artwork by Averill Nolte
Goathead Record Collective 2013

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