New Forms Of Violence

by Share-a-tories

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Label: Soft Eyes (SE-002)
Recorded in Columbus, OH from April-September 2014
Released: December 2015

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released December 1, 2015

Andrew Morehart- Sounds
Mixing- Bradley Will, Andrew Morehart
Mastered by Bradley Will in Austin, TX
Pressed in Czech Republic by Pirate Press.

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Track Name: Rejecting the Night
i don’t see any consolation coming
my legs are twisting and i’m dreading the light
i don’t see any consolation nowhere
a thousand hours of rejecting the night

no ones coming while you’re sleeping in a bathroom
trips to nowhere in a limited hall
no ones coming while your passed out in a bathroom
dreams are telling of the weight of the walls

filth collects filth
no respect for the
void

summers lost at the expense my blindness
death collected at a premium price
no return for any hell that I’m living
sending harsh receiving suffering twice


seeing sounds inside a web of my brain dirt
skin is paper in the sick scented air
only thing that maybe keeps me from dying
is knowing pain is something all of us share

filth collects filth
no respect for the
void