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Adabelle
June 30th 2012


4258 Comments

Album Rating: 3.5

Well it looks like you enjoyed it (:

Trebor.
Contributing Reviewer
September 16th 2012


50872 Comments

Album Rating: 3.5

I'm amped

Digging: Bobby Barnett - Little Wounds

sniper
September 16th 2012


19080 Comments


this is probably the most intense emo album i've ever heard.

666Micrograms
November 17th 2012


923 Comments


Does anyone have the lyrics for this? I've looked but can't find them anywhere. Help a brotha out?

ThunderNeutral21
November 17th 2012


3864 Comments

Album Rating: 3.5

best ampere

GiaNXGX
November 17th 2012


4867 Comments

Album Rating: 2.5

good album, sick band for moshing.

sixdegrees
November 17th 2012


17564 Comments


sweet skramz

666Micrograms
November 17th 2012


923 Comments


Someone? anyone? lyrics?

craigy2
November 17th 2012


551 Comments

Album Rating: 4.0

can't sleep. here you go:
we're) stranded. where's the hope? where's the passion? we've clipped our wings, made our own cages. we're flightless birds, fast-sinking ships. such nice ideas with no follow through. we're stranded

escapism pt. ii. sing a broken elegy for a city of smoke and decay, whose alleys are choking with collpsed hopes and ravaged hearts. these high-rises serve as tombstones, from our neighbours' eyes rise smoke. we're buckling under gridlocked grievances and a century of fear. so my friends are all dead. otherwise they're dying. all so fucking lonely, never alone. we can dwell on what's missing. dwell on what might've been. we hide behind double lockd doors. no, there's no hope here. there's barely life here. we're ashen and sallow; we're all fucked. we're only kids and we're part of the machine.



craigy2
November 17th 2012


551 Comments

Album Rating: 4.0

centuries fled. when the world is closing in and the air grows thick, finding ourselves against a wall with no escape from the lies we tell ourselves, it's imperative and not to take for granted this which we're fought for: our space in the void. through our tragedies come our selves. we're not alon, despite our heavy hearts, despite all that's missing. we've seen our friends fail, we've seen our friends die. we've seen our worlds turn inside out. we've never quite known just where we fit. we have the keys but keep our doors locked. we're jigsaw puzzles, missing pieces. we're lost, not found

of nightmare reality. all that we've ever been, everything we ever were, all that we ever had will fade into dust. half remembered, our nightmare reality is a torn photograph, forgotten and lost. but we will find ourselves again at the end of the night. we're the hopeless dreamers, the hopefully destitute. these hours arre ours, abandoned, alone, blurred into days. what exists here - fucked and blurry, beyond repair - we have no hesitation to call home: our broken boulevards. this endures more than time itself. it beats repeating. this is of which we dream, of whom we fear. of locked doors and ravaged dreams. of walking death and ticking clocks. our nightmares: our piece de resistance


craigy2
November 17th 2012


551 Comments

Album Rating: 4.0

bullshit sloganeering. the imagined horror of conceptual malaise. we can't relate but we try to make sense of the wreckage and rising smoke, of bombed-out cities and barren fields. but this isn't our home. it's a spectacle of sensation, of worn-out cliches. and, hollowly, we hang onto words

chasing ghosts. so tell me: have we found it? can our blindfolds be removed? we're so obsessed with what we're not and with chasing fucking ghosts. my fear is that we're taking on water. so tell me: who are we inspiring? where do we go from here? is our course self-destruction, and if so, how the fuck do we change and avert our fate? our precedent is self-sufficiency, forward motion and defiance. failing that, where the fuck do we stand?

the submerged tenth. monuments for tyrants, mass graves for the repressed. we've inherited a wasteland, a kingdom half-ablaze in ruins. from the margins, we choose to reject stasis, 'success' our failure: to accept defeat, to give up our ideals. we're foreigners in our own countries and we have nothing more to lose. fanning the embers of discontent, we'll write our own histories. call us what you will. and, carrying no flags, we, carrying out own niche, will throw back in your teeth all that you claim as truth.

craigy2
November 17th 2012


551 Comments

Album Rating: 4.0

statement of capitulation. we can't get out. the walls close in. we draw the blinds, we lock our doors. nowhere feels like home now, my family feels estranged. so focused on the electric hum and the sound of my own breath. with our wings clipped, with our claws removed, our alienation starts to feel like home. our walls won't fall. our prisons won't toppled. our greatest works will go unread.

we neither rise nor fall. our privilege has gone unchecked. a hubris of affectation. so play the part, fill the role. unquestioning, we stagnate. rebuilding the walls that we tore down. a mantra of emptiness, alienation and selfishness. so dumb-down, hollow out. so dumbed down and stripped of heart. smoke screen. our privilege: apathy.complicit and sedated. isn't this more than just noise, tantrums and histrionics, ego and shock? but is this entertainment or a community? an escape or an excuse? reason of reaction inciting or just in step? this is entirely what we make of it. what we build and destroy. there is no shock left in a posture of faux-unpredictability. it's tame. sedate. boring.

maps & legends. unattained goals. unrequited love. unanswered questions. honest in our dishonesty, believing our own lies. we can draw all the maps we want, moving forward, always running. this is geography. these are lines on maps. these days are numbered and running in dead time.

dead weight. erase the tracks, hide the bodies and wipe the scene of prints. your dead ideas can't save you now. you never stood a fucking chance.

XingKing
November 17th 2012


10958 Comments

Album Rating: 3.5

Couldn't you have just posted a link?

craigy2
November 17th 2012


551 Comments

Album Rating: 4.0

flightless. is this salvation? looks more like the barrel of a gun... when the smoke clears and all that's left is radio static and wrought iron fences... no rapturous hymnals, no golden words. no hope in hoping, only death and decay. neither virtuous vision nor promise kept. we will walk the finest line drawn between heights unimagined and that which we fear. we'll stand at this precipice; can we take the leap? if we could see into our own eyes, our own lives, what we do when the darkness confronts us? would we have the strength to change, to adapt, to grow?

for automation. hidden in plain sight, under our breath, in the back of our minds, are the lies we tell ourselves. we'd be foolng ourselves if we vowed to never fool ourselves again. with hollow thoughts, we go through motions. automatons asleep at the wheel. mechanically deconstruct. we rust at the joints. we stay stagnant. our ambitions, our hopes and dreams, are measured on broken scales. uncalibrated, we'll run in place. cobwebs and dust, we stay the same. cobwebs and dust, our great escape. "one day i'll..."

craigy2
November 17th 2012


551 Comments

Album Rating: 4.0

terminally. what have we built? what are we building? we know what we want, but we're not sure how to get it. we manufacture our conditions and diseases just to spend our lives searching for the cure. there's no fucking cure.

tiny victories.ghosts are still in our closets, haunting us in our sleep. it's an endless night: waking dreams and sleepwalking days... same as it's been all our youth, all our lives. fifty songs on, where's the change? where's the revelation? maybe we'll be somewhere soon away from the threats. alone with our words in this ongoing war... in dog-eared photos, in embers of our past: there's still life here. there's still hope. all our yesterdays still live today in broken mirrors, in collapsed dreams. still, the alienating ravages of time won't keep us silent. we'll still be screaming... we're all fucked up, but we're not alone. we can find strength in each others' arms. we see flames rising, the seas retreating. we'll dance on the ruins of our broken lives. our history is malleable. our future is unwritten.

sixdegrees
November 17th 2012


17564 Comments


damn dude

craigy2
November 17th 2012


551 Comments

Album Rating: 4.0

as far as i'm aware there is no link.
these are from the booklet with the lp.

sixdegrees
November 17th 2012


17564 Comments


great lyrics

XingKing
November 17th 2012


10958 Comments

Album Rating: 3.5

Oh snap. You typed all of that up? You're a trooper.

chesse13
November 17th 2012


4230 Comments

Album Rating: 4.0

it's definitely a screamo kind of night. and good job with the lyrics lol



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