This is not some verse/chorus/verse/chorus shit
Forget your preconceived notions of song structure – this track is pushing out of me like a hernia and there's no time to make sure it's bite size. Besides, I don't need a hook – you'll be better off if none of this stays in your head… I know I would.
This is not some verse/chorus/verse/chorus shit
This is exorcism. These are warning signs on record. This is a story of Hannibal Lector and his love of classical music – ironing out circumvention into a mildly inventive vector. I wear the face of a guard to get out and hunt again. This is an exercise in devouring your best friends.
This is not some verse/chorus/verse/chorus shit
It's a geological look at 7 years as a rock musician. It's an equation of pressures: a lesson in being taken for granite – a fissure under every foot that feels the most planted.
This is not some verse/chorus/verse/chorus shit
It's an exit wound. Strictly utilitarian (I just accidentally printed up a few thousand copies and designed a cover and everything). I did this to remember what it's like to like myself. I did this to keep me in the band a little longer. I made this so I only embarrass myself. I do this for me.
| 1 | Thrill Love |
| 2 | Bad Rabbits |
| 3 | I Wade Out |
| 4 | The Wall Starts To Give |
| 5 | Hard To Believe |
| 6 | Sugar On The Sheets |
| 7 | Hymn 4: Sleep Lab In D Major |
| 8 | Halloween |
| 9 | Hymn 3: Dialysis In G Minor |
| 10 | Coffeelocks |