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released October 13, 2015

Mike Vizzi – Vocals, Guitars
Craig Shay – Vocals, Bass, Acoustic Guitar
CJ Dunaieff – Drums, Percussion
Matan Uchen – Lead Guitar, Backing Vocals

Lyrics by Craig Shay & Mike Vizzi
Music by Eli Whitney & The Sound Machine

Guglielmo Remondi – Backing Vocals, Production Assistant
Jackie Tran – Backing Vocals, Smiles
Ilana Hope - Artwork

Engineered and Recorded by Will Harris
at Sabella Studios, Roslyn Heights NY

Mixed and Mastered by J. Graber
at Kingsize Sound Labs, Los Angeles CA



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Track Name: Madison
This pit, it isn’t bottomless, but it’s a long way down. Someone’s always falling, someone’s always crawling out. And even if we ever made it to the top, the light’s too bright, we’ll just dive down again. I’ve been drowning in my vices and I’m never gonna learn. The poetry lied and I can’t decide which road I’ve got to burn, but I know one of them is going straight to hell. How can I help you when I can’t help myself? Am I wrong? Am I right? Am I fighting for a future? Am I fighting for my right to feel? You’ve been sinking into quicksand and you can’t make any sense. The things we obsess over aren’t as simple as things we obsessed over when suburban streets were ridden all the way to hell. How can you help me when you can’t help yourself? Madison: a tiny refuge. Tired, huddled masses, overworked and feeling restless. I might just leave it all ‘cause I’ve been feeling reckless and if I lose it all it’s alright. (Vizzi)
Track Name: The Feels
You invaded my sheets. Your scent makes no sense and it sits on my brain like a cigarette habit, the one that we quit 'til the night where it's all just too much, ‘til the night where we don't give a fuck. And I was impulsive and I was decisive, 'cause I was never those things, not in the long run. I tasted the salt on your skin. I was tempted and I gave in. And we spilled our guts 'cause we've given and taken. Opened our chests for the plans we were making. Buried our sadness in stubborn ambition. If you talked all night I would sit here and listen. To the part of my being I don't understand that comes out in loud and quiet moments when I am apart, when I am together, well, I'm never together. And I scream when I feel it. I used to feign composure. Now I listen and reflect back out when I think you're talking to me. You're never talking to me. (Shay)
Track Name: Walls (electric)
Empty thoughts on the side of the road. Oh, the depths that we sink to, to cover our hate. Bumper stickers fill my head with smoke. I want to smash in your window and scream it in your face. But if I wanted to be a preacher, I would have stayed in church, and everyone could bow their heads and know that all my words were descended from the heavens and we could all decide how to lock out all the sinners so that we could sleep at night. And I’ve got fire burning strong. And we both know that we’re not wrong. So turn those fists to open arms ‘cause we could do so much better than building walls. And it’s so easy to forget we know that the bastards we’re fighting are still flesh and bone. And if we can’t be patient then they’ll never learn ‘cause “fight fire with fire,” we’re all gonna burn. And if I wanted to be a soldier, I would have gone to war. And all of us could shoot our guns in the name of the higher cause. But I’m emptying my cartridges ‘cause I’ve been fired on. And a bloody mess is all that’s left when everybody’s gone. (Vizzi)
Track Name: American Spirit
I smoked the cigarettes you left. They weren’t permanent. You weren’t permanent. You slept beside me in bed. That’s all we did, better than what I always do. You woke up early when you left, packed the car with your friends, kissed my face when you left, and I live in a place where everything’s becoming okay. I took the laundry off my bed. It smelled like American Spirits just like you left me American Spirits. (Shay)