Lyrics

‘ALTERED STATES’

CLIFF NOTES

We can try to predict the future with false expectations
Where does this road go with our time limitations
I never asked to shed light on my sealed
Pandora’s box
And disrupt my well perceived healthy paradox
Won’t you give me, give me a sign
I have no directions for this detour of my mind
Won’t you give me a ride through the Cliff Notes
Cliff Notes of your life
Or claim that you never met
We’ll never get caught up, never get up to date
You won’t know all the things that make us tick or appreciate
Won’t you give me, give me a sign
Won’t you give me, give me a sign
I have no directions for this detour of my mind
Won’t you give me a ride through the Cliff Notes
Cliff Notes of your life
Won’t you give me, give me a sign
Can’t go back and relive old faded photographs of strangers you don’t remember

TECHNICAL DIFFICULTIES

Silhouette of the witness

The guilty framed by the burning back light

The ropes are cut and the truth bleeds from the bite

Walking through the static, with his right leg on fire

Catching haze and embers of their dead desire

The softer the fur

The sharper the teeth, he’s learned

His cold innocence has now twice been burned

Chorus –

Technical Difficulties

Where the wires cross

Technical Difficulties

Where the signals lost

Technical Difficulties

Silent alarms, inner screams are deafening

Drowned in the storms of wonder

Keep your distance from her thunder

– Chorus
The one that got away is like the one that never happened
Now he’s wiser and stronger
Rising above the spell, he was under
– Chorus

GHOSTS

Caught in a crossfire and no one is to blame

But, I’m taking numbers and I’m naming names

Uneasy feeling that made me sick inside

Like a part of me laid down and died

I see ghosts floating through walls

I see ghosts coming down the hall

They’re walking and talking

Now I know their names

Half their blood is running through my veins

I see ghosts not the kind that shout

I’m not scared, but it freaks me out

Never thought I’d see the day

More spirits floating with my DNA

Dark shadows of my family

Out in the light with transparency

I see ghosts floating through walls

I see ghosts coming down the hall

They’re walking and talking

Now I know their names

Half their blood is running through my veins

I see ghosts and it freaked me out

Haunted soul drifted from a distance

I was invisible to your existence

I never waited for you to arrive

But, now it’s like some part of me just came alive

MUTE

I’ve been informed, I talk way too much

I’ve been told my heart is too cold to touch

On the subject of my roots, I go mute

I disposed of the curiosities of my youth

But, you weren’t satisfied, satisfied

Guess you weren’t satisfied, satisfied

But, you weren’t satisfied, satisfied

Guess you weren’t satisfied, satisfied

Kid with kid, nowhere to run

Nothings more appealing, then the burden of a son

Baptizing water inquired, where’d I come from

My dry mouth moved and whispered nothing from my tongue

Are you feeling satisfied, satisfied

Are you feeling justified, justified

No means no and yes is yes

It wasn’t up to you, to second guess

Buried between all the questions and the lies

Instant validity locked in our eyes

A truth unearthed as he sat there still in doubt

No right way to act

We just gotta figure it out

Are you feeling satisfied, satisfied

Bethcha feeling satisfied, satisfied

Are you feeling justified, justified

Betcha feeling justified, justified

No means no and yes is yes

It wasn’t up to you, to second guess

On the subject of my roots, I go mute

I disposed of the questions of my youth

I’ll just keep my mouth shut and try to forget

So I don’t say something I might regret

Yes means yes and no means no

Certain situations you shouldn’t try to control

Like a bomb, strapped to my chest

It’s detonated, let’s see what’s left

Are you feeling satisfied

Are you feeling justified

TAKE ONE FOR THE TEAM

Something’s different in the air tonight

Tension so thick, cuts like a knife

They want a reward, or another sacrifice

Don’t challenge the codes or laws

Don’t you get caught thinking twice

Take one, take one for the team

Pretend you like it

This is yours that is mine

Don’t resist the plan of the great divide

Dream

But, accept the class you’ve been assigned

The place you were born is where you’ll return to die

Take one, take one for the team

Refuse to take one, take one for the team

Fictive legacies by design

Built for the deaf to lead the blind

The damage is on the rise

It’s the same machine in a new disguise

Lies lies just don’t buy it

They’re just words, they’re not actions

Take one, take one for the team

Don’t you take one for the team

Take one, take one for the team

RUNNING OUT OF TIME

The hum is at a whole new level

Hearing voices of the angels and devils

My skin’s aging before my brain

Looking different, but, I’m thinking the same

I’m running, running out of time

Full tilt, reckless abandon

I’m a bit broken, but, I’m still standing

My dial’s up past eleven

What might be your Hell, you know is my Heaven

I’m running, running out of time

Danced on the edge of a wrong turn

To the point of no return

Hid my claws for long enough

Now I’m scratching and ripping my way to the good stuff

I’m running, running out of time

Running, I’m running, running, running out of time

I’m running, running, running out of time

‘GRIND’

GRIND. GRIND

The world visualized from my board,
as I scope it out through these skater’s eyes.
My drug of choice since the Spring of 1975.
Wheels under my Vans still make me feel alive.
GRIND.
I’m still seeing lines.
I’m so addicted to the sound of the GRIND.
GRIND. GRIND
Goofy foot, street, ramps and park.
Session all the spots, we could find.
Vices grew from 50/50’s, acid drops, and board slides.
Hit the coping, rock-n-rolls, catch some air with a sick
front side. GRIND. I’m still seeing lines.
I’m so addicted to the sound of the GRIND.
The virus, barking trucks, I can’t leave behind.
I’m still addicted to the sound of the GRIND.
GRIND. GRIND.
Healthy disorder I caught from Jay, Alva, and The
Bones Brigade.
GRIND.
I can’t detox, I dream I can still rage.
As I kick turn and carve with kids one third my age.
Rehab’s a faceplant away by a fail on a crooked spine.
I’m still addicted to the sound of the GRIND!

NERVE ENDINGS

I loathe the sound of silence, that’s when my ears start to ring.
I’d rather scream my head off, than try to clearly sing.
(Chorus)
My nerve endings are frayed. I’m always on edge.
But, I’m not guilty of the mental crimes, I’m alleged.
I’m quite the specimen, dead inside, with an electric periphery.
Feel like I’m inside out, focused on an epiphany.
My nerve endings are frayed. I’m always on edge.
But, I’m not guilty of the mental crimes, I’m alleged.
My last nerve endings have become desolate.
Good things come to those who wait.
When do we know it’s too late?
Look through my eyes and see my neurons stagnate.
My nerve endings are frayed. I’m always on edge.
But, I’m not guilty of the mental crimes, I’m alleged.
My nerve endings are frayed. I’m always on edge.
My last nerve endings have become desolate.
Fear slows my reactions, pray for calm stimuli.
False praise by the medicine, I’m repeatedly crucified.
My nerve endings are frayed. I’m always on edge.
I’m always on the edge.
Why is it the same, the same in the end?
Why is it the same in the end?

OVER REACTOR

Face to face – You gotta interact
Drama filled – It’s another act
(Chorus)
You can’t handle any more distractions
Think you got to film your every move.
You’re like a chemical reaction
Allergic to human interaction.
OVER REACTOR (4x)
Head down and digitized
Your brain is mesmerized
From screens that burn your eyes,
Until the power dies.
(Chorus)
No one believes you’re still alive
Unless you share your archives.
Intimate details, you can’t erase
Once you send them out into space.
OVER REACTOR (4x)
Crisis – At your fingertips.
Deviceless – It’s the apocalypse.
Stolen soul and identity
Time bomb – In a warped reality
OVER REACTOR (4x)

ANCIENT HISTORY

It’s slowly fading into view.
These artifacts shimmer, like they’re brand new.
No matter how long you’re gone, it’s like you never left.
Come back home, to get the weight off your chest.
Sticky evolution with the same consistency,
Dangerous or safe with a risk of injury.
The sacred past is now overanalyzed
Can’t find the facts, if the truth’s all lies.
Searching for clues, but, the ink is all faded.
Wide-eyed student, how’d you get so jaded?
Never too late to solve the mystery,
Even if it’s old like ANCIENT HISTORY.
Time – Won’t stop for no one.
Time – Is vicious and cruel.
Never too late to solve the mystery,
Even if it’s old like ANCIENT HISTORY.
It’s like ANCIENT HISTORY (2x)
Translate and digest the buried memories
Chip away the dirt that’s built up for centuries.
Never too late to solve the mystery,
Even if it’s old like ANCIENT HISTORY.
It’s so old – it’s like ANCIENT HISTORY (4x)

BEFORE THE CRASH

Inside the numbers and outside the lines,
Hiding undercover, it’s defective by design.
Below the radar, shaking in your boots,
Nothing can penetrate the shield, it’s bulletproof.
Slip on the foundation, down to the roots,
The noose was pretty, was that a sign or an excuse?
Fall and Rise – Rise and Fall (2x)
(Chorus)
Take me to your leader
Take me I’ve got the photographs.
Take me to your leader
Take me BEFORE THE CRASH.
New slang with hints of flattery
Mixed with the acid from the cold battery.
Nervous, but, super-charged, bet you never felt so large.
Sifted through the rubble, drill in the debris
Never looked like trouble, 52 for all eternity.
Don’t you hold your breath, black days aren’t over yet (2x)
(Chorus) +
Take me – I’ve got the evidence
Take me, BEFORE THE CRASH – It’s gone in a flash.
Take me, BEFORE THE CRASH – there is no turning back.
Carry me past the devils and angels, to the decision maker,
Right this wrong, he could’ve been spared, but, we waited too long.
If it wasn’t one thing, it was another.
The sky was his sister, Earth was his mother.
Seemed like a world away, it was only 6 months to the day.
Never will he get to reach his potential.
The unknown data that is most essential
Off the grid, re-evaluation,
Was he sacrificed for his own salvation?
(Chorus)