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CTR​-​3 No Comply

by Killer Shades

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1.
Sick Wing 03:28
Follow. Dots. They’re breaking all the limbs. Killers buzzed. The hackin up the kittens. Power. Made a fortune in the shade. Rabbits lost. Diversify the fisting. Feet in the fire. Burn on the inside. With the wolves on the next train. Wolf on the next train. Avoiding all the red flux. Guess you don’t get out much. If forever’s hard, a razor on demand, wallet on the chokes. You love it. S & M. Never mellow or wise. And harsher on the eyes. A kid could break it off. All mirrors, pumping ides. Feet in the fire. Burn on the inside. With the wolves on the next train. Wolf on the next train. Avoiding all the red flux. Guess you don’t get out much.
2.
Nervosa 02:40
Locomotivator man. All hell is shuffling and kicking the cans. A cup of blush with a never had mind. Smiling steady dreaming shaking hands with the dark side. All I wanna do is get a fucking margarita. Set up until vice exits in me. All I wanna do is get a fucking margarita. Set up until vice exits in me. Nervosa viper alone. Avoid a stranger that has steadily grown. A pill the pennance that is making you bleed. Caught up in the bucket that is watering dead weed. All I wanna do is get a fucking margarita. Set up until vice exits in me. Distorted petals the hide. Burden to focus on a seventy wide. Machete cuts at the rose and nose. Hard oak sense of humor. Now I’m letting nothing in. All I wanna do is get a fucking margarita. Set up until vice exits in me.
3.
Vas Diablo. Heavy jalapeno. Those are killer shades man. Heavy on the suntan. Everybody knows those songs that make us dance. Like a free horse busting out to violence. Mas Diablo. Heavy jalapeno. Those are rattle shades man. Heavy on the wicked. Everybody knows those songs that make us dance. Like a free horse busting out to violence. Drop dead breakfast. Never ever make it. Listen what you think of me. Make it over bad trip.Everybody knows those songs that make us dance. Like a free horse busting violence.
4.
Controls 02:39
You wanna set the flipping house on fire. Heavy roots hanging on a wire. Narrow vision. Tender fission. Hard times in the place beyond the pines. Silent. Suck it up. Burner flame. Harder words cannot alleviate the stain. Coming back I’ve changed my tune. Hollow in guts. And happier rules. Iron in the coals. Shaking at controls. Following delusion like an ounce of the kind. Rabbit holes not rapid fire. And no reliving all the outside smoke. Coming up, I failed to rust. Better deals none said that’s fair. Awkward anger doesn’t matter if she cares. Iron in the coals. Shaking at controls. Following delusion like an ounce of the kind. Rabbit holes not rapid fire. I shed my time unbalanced. Head pollution high. Have the sights on what you love most. Second nature has them giving up the ghost. Iron in the coals. Shaking at controls. Following delusion like an ounce of the kind. Rabbit holes not rapid fire.
5.
Iron Veins 03:26
Iron veins are stalking. Cuss. It let’s our minds in swallow the nerve. With unpaid fines. Unwritten lines the trauma makes the head want to swerve. Want to swerve. Let the voids become your kodachrome. Give your love up to the rats now. I’m head first in the blackest of holes. How am I not alone. Home avoider. Rectifier following the wreck of remains. Tap generator. Wanting tacos. Habit kills it’s always the same. Heavy lame. Let the voids become your kodachrome. Give your love up to the rats now. I’m head first in the blackest of holes. How am I not alone. I want a new fire poker to burn. Something to visit when the night swells. It’s a product of the fog in thy head. I got the finest of our wines in the furnace
6.
Destro 02:59
Your motivation is just a sleeve. Two dying eyelids. Down to your knees. A speck of lying. Down on the coast. Manipulator. That’s how it rolls. Erase my pencil. Don’t shave my ‘stache. You had your chances. Now take your lashes. Hit em with the destro. Pyre on my back. Hold my hands and let go. Make believe we’re on an island. Deceptive cocktail. Come home to rule. A sad connection. Sever the fool. I call you over to cut me down. Turn out the headlights. And cut the sound. Erase my pencil. Don’t shave my ‘stache. You had your chances. Now take your lashes. Hit em with the destro. Pyre on my back. Hold my hands and let go. Make believe we’re on an island
7.
Waster 02:53
Go get your vans hat. Overdue clothes. Never carve a path cause you don’t know where it goes. And bar waits. Too good to escape. Standing in a mirror that was levered to break. Well I can make the Russian girls act so proud. Make their mothers wanna turn it up loud. I’ll break the pink skull. Run away faster. Your fate the chemical. You’re pissing with the master Vader eyes go sharp with stakes. Hidden held emotion I am slapping the fakes. Golden hands, affirmative plans. Ocean full of worries rip a wave on demand. Well I can make the Russian girls act so proud. Make their mothers wanna turn it up loud. I’ll break the pink skull. Run away faster. Your fate the chemical. You’re pissing with the master

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released November 12, 2014

All Songs written by Joey Floberg and Adam Barone
Art by: Damon Kardon
Layout by Adam's Wife
Recorded in Seattle,WA at Titan Studios

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