Crossbows and Catapults EP

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Recorded in February 2014 @ Stormy Muffins Studios.
Mastered by Chad Clark @ Silver Sonya Mastering.

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released May 15, 2014

Tracks 1-4:
Jesse Maxwell - Bass/Vocals
Mike LaGiglio - Guitar/Vocals
Kyle Stephenson - Drums

Tracks 5-7:
Jesse Maxwell - Guitar/Vocals
Mike LaGiglio - Bass/Vocals
Kyle Stephenson - Drums

Audio Engineers: Benjamin Trimpe, Joe Wasson
Mastering: Chad Clark

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Crossbows and Catapults Seattle, Washington

Seattle Post-Mathcore

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Track Name: When You Look Up
Don't hold your breath, don't pay your rent
You got one final chance to repent
Don't fold your clouds, don't drown your crowns
You got one funny reason to rebound

The reasoning begs a solution, but the waves keep crashing on and on and on.

This feeling is so creepy, I get glued to the ceiling.
It's uncertain, unnerving, yet seems so self-serving.

When you look up, what is it that you see?
Track Name: Shaved The Lion's Mane
Far fetched, with those arms out-stretched
Can't be tamed, we shaved the lion's mane

You refuse to breath when I'm around

Burned the book, his whole world was shook
Can't be tamed, we shaved the lion's mane
Track Name: Aquatic Ape Theory
Prehistoric apes left the shore
Was it for food, or did they get bored?
Killing sharks with their little webbed hands
Developed tools as they left the land

For many years, we drift overhead, unaware what's on the seabed.
Do you believe?
A tail formed from their feet.

The killing fields, a test of sonar
Whale corpses and falling sea stars
Failed tests, maritime mess
Classified memos, a disgruntled scientist

This seems like a test of the government.
Oh no, it's a cover-up.
Track Name: Interlude
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Track Name: Four (Loko)
You tell this from that and you're blind as a bat
Your rollercoast spills the blood of the comatose
Try to rip these rusty hooks, from your lips

Glad you let me know
Claws coated in gold
Untethered, snipping the strings of dreams

I'm a shaman in a city of clowns,
My wheels speed up as the sun goes down
Please file your fangs, get me out of this place

Been told once, been told again: Gotta spend it all

So it seems I'm living the dream
Til reality sinks in her cold sharp teeth
She leaves me without a shred to eat
Track Name: Mad Gasser of Mattoon
The scent precedes the madness.
Main street USA
This city, lay victim to the fumes of fame

It's floating in the air
Such a shot in the dark
God damn it, don't panic
There's nothing there

Nobody's bleeding, but there is a strange smell

Was it a ghost whose legs ceased the function in yours
God damn it, don't panic
There's nothing there

The planet pegged them, for the butt of a joke
Their spirit is not broke
Maintained to this very day
Mad gasser, is here to stay.
Track Name: Working Class Awakes
L-O-O-C-I-D

These twisted bastards and their master plan
these muthafukkas got their head in the sand
look look who's left holding the bag
They've got to fatten us, if they want to eat
Think you're so bad cuz u brandish a badge?
a slave to state, a slave to the brand
go home and get some sleep if you can
they've got to fatten us , if they want to eat
fellow man is asking for help,
smile at him and tell 'em to tighten his belt
enjoy your one way ticket to hell
they've got to fatten us if they want to eat

one fin checked in
two fins checked in
three fins checked in
four fins checked in

walmart in, town shuts down, then their all surprised at the sound
hungry bellies and and angry mouths
they've got to fatten us if they want to eat
vote it out , make some change, power structures are still deranged
same technique with a different name
they've got to fatten us if they want to eat

one fin checked in
two fins checked in
three fins checked in
four fins checked in

they signed in blood
they lined the streets
for their first paycheck in weeks
they built the perch, on which you sit
they really don't know when to quit
united in hate, of the bourgeois
when the working class awakes
awakes
awakes
awakes

one fin checked in
two fins checked in
three fins checked in
four fins checked in