Blister b​/​w Old Soul

by the EFFECTS

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05:36

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released September 1, 2014

Performed by: Devin Ocampo (vocals & guitar), Matt Dowling (bass & vocals), David Rich (drums)

Recorded, mixed, and mastered by: Devin Ocampo

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Track Name: Blister
Incapacitated in this warm bed
Casting out all semblances of fear
I dreamt of constellations made to scale
But instead of stars, just faces of entitlement

That world of callow plastic dissertations
Expecting that the sky gives what they need
Dawned a stinging sliver of the truth
That pay as you go is tantamount to selling everything

Let's burn
To return
Only scars

Awakened by the ache of inhalation
A pestilence of dust pollutes the lungs
I see an empty space effects the flames
As fuel for a celebration happening within this cage

Let's burn
Let's burn
Only to return the same
Track Name: Old Soul
Hands still raw
The wrench and saw
A captive stating point of view
Standing naked so imbued

With hate and awe
Unwritten law
That what's taken must be earned
To be forsaken or to

Wax wroth at so much dust
Same sound the same
It's the last time... No crow for luck
Let's save our confessions
Ordained through concessions to pay

Collecting goods
To glean from shelves
That expense exhumes the wounds
I need exceptions to the rules

The sweat from brow
It changed me how
I examined this for days
Pulled my punches just to

Wax wroth at so much dust
Same sound the same
It's the last time no crow for luck
We feign our ascension
Insane but expected to stay

If the rest of the cold and wretched could believe us old souls in the
warmth of the embrace

The will to bend your will
Oh... Laughter wins the argument
You own the patch you're on
So... Make it worth the document

Ends well
All's not

Damn it all to
While all breaks loose from
Go straight back to
You might have a chance in

Hell