Agoraphobic Nosebleed:
Scott Hull - guitar, drum programming
Jay Randall - lyrics, vocals
J.R.Hayes - vocals
Converge:
Jacob Bannon - vocals
Kurt Ballou - guitar, vocals
Aaron Dalbec - guitar, vocals
Nate Newton - bass, vocals
John Digiorgio - drums |
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Agoraphobic Nosebleed
Produced by M. Bossier and Scott Hull at Oblivion Studios upper Marlboro, MA, March 1999
Mastering by Dave Shirk at Sonorous Mastering, Tempe AZ
Converge
Recordered by K. Ballou at GOD CITY Studio, Norwood, MA JUNE throught JULY 1999
Mastering by Dave Shirk at Sonorous Mastering, Tempe AZ |
taste learn to lick your wounds for the taste
2. Center of the Hive
encoded transmissions spun out of control bring the
purging insurrection of fals consciousness custodians
of the agenda secure the contaminated areas your own
evil your own good obsolete 1000 seed a clouded
descent straight to the center of the hive labyrinth
suspended by high-tension wires that reach upward to
the sky
3. Glass Tornado
crawling over the bodies of your dead bastard children
more like a loss to a plotline then you can tell your
friends how cool it was to be pissed on at your own
funeral
4. Landfills of Extinct Possibility
the clouds attacked slowly obscuring everything we
took out our eyes and pretended we could see
5. Pentagram Constellation
your hope collapsed like a burning orphanage under the
weight of their expectations it must seem routine for
you now snowing in their spit languishing in their
refuse a human/virus a victim of disease called
circumstance their real faces are the faces of disgust
the only kind you see from down here here there is no
healing only the slowing of decay i've heard they
still smile in their world perhaps you will go there
someday and destroy their happiness
6. Bed of Flies
all circumstance is sabotage that which does not kill
us makes us stranger command chaotic brute force the
stars in your eyes stolen reprogrammed another
headless blunder with blood up its sleeves the priests
live in the towers they put thoughts in my head making
me sin while sinning through me mold the little shit
figure make it dance break its legs they call it
building character a villain to be exact
7. Destroyed
i wage an unholy war against your fucked up soul the
shattered illusions of a thousand nightmares preserved
in a jar of shit by god surprise you fucking lose
urine dripping from your stigmata the stench that
surrounds you gives you away and the evil moisture
that you secrete no lie no shit this is fucking war
8. Gringo
9. Infected Womb
10. Locust Reign
Awaken from the bliss of sleep
The daybreak haunts you in such a subtle light
I hear them, they tell me these roads we have travelled fork up beyond the bend
Beneath the flutter of desperate wings
they sing a song of reclamation
Where tomorrows hanging horizon
interupts the hum of electrical towers
Here, there are the shallow graves, the shallower romances
and the shallowest of words still to be spoken
and there you are with open ears
Locust reign on your parade
11. This is Mine
And the clouds they break above our best intentions
The rain it pours upon our last kiss
Somewhere between the stinging sheets of city rain
and the thunderclap, we see who we are
And this is all I have, this is all we are
The ground shakes with your every smile
And hearts are crushed in an instant
The rain it pours upon our last kiss
Somewhere between the stinging sheets of city rain
and the thunderclap, we see who we are
Three years then four days, and one sentence later
I rise from ruin, this is all I have, this is mine
Today, I rise from ruin
12. They Stretch for Miles
Up for days cutting losses and trading in the most precious of wings
The nights never end, and these ghosts will never know true rest
They stretch for miles, they take me home
In the name of love and you I say...
sometimes when you win the war you lose it all
Towering, they stretch for miles
speaking as eloquently as the tallest of tales
They stretch for miles
They take me home
13. My Great Devastator
No, I'll lay half empty
half finished, half written, until my end
I'll leave the lights on just in case you want to be found again
To the dead, I wrote you countless letters
dear only some I sent
How easy it was for silence to say
some of the loudest of things
To speak so effortlessly the words and syllables
that can crush in an instant
To our end, to the dear departed
Are you my last chance or the first chapter
in the greatest fable ever told
For the rope is getting shorter and these days
they are getting longer with every ghosts I find
They leave no heart unbroken, my great devestator
To our end, to the dear departed
Are you my last chance or the first chapter
in the greatest fable ever told
I'll leave the lights on just in case you want to be found again
My great devastator
14. The Human Shield
Were it all had meaning, were we fell in love for the first time
It erupts in nights like this, tangled in the simplicity of...
Some far off distant evening with hearts filled to the brim
with good intentions and the sweetest of tragedy
I hope you hear me coming, I hope you turn your head
Arms spread wide like Jesus, without the heart
or cowardice, or mouthful of easy answers
Headlong we pace into the killing fields
Born of fevers and the brooding night sweats
and the war about to be waged
Stop crying, just give me the keys
I hope you hear me coming, I hope you turn your head
Stop crying, just give me the fucking keys
Headlong into the killing fields
These days I am becoming bulletproof
The bells are ringing, it's the end of the line
I'm becoming your fears
I'm becoming every broken heart
I hope you hear me coming, I hope you turn your head
15. Minnesota
Dear, just one day, just another fight
just one more lonely night
Just one more crowd under the burning lights
(with some blood and mind to be paid)
To my friends to my family
I tried to be the best man I could ever be
I tasted their failure on the entrance way
(with some blood and mind to be paid)
To my greatest of demons, I beat you
I beat you