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released September 29, 2017

David F Bello - Vocals
Joshua Cyr - Bass, Harp, Synth, Vocals
Tyler Bussey - Guitar, Banjo, Synth, Vocals
Dylan Balliett - Guitar, Vocals
Christmas Teti - Guitar, Synth, Programming
Katie Dvorak - Synth, Vocals
Steven K Buttery - Percussion, Vocals

Gary A Buttery - Tuba
Eric Stilwell - Trombone
Matthew Hull - Trumpet
Armand Aromin - Violin

Additional vocals by Sarah Cowell, Chad Matheny, Bernard Parsons, and Aaron Weiss
Additional electronics by Chad Matheny
Violin Direction on Infinite Steve- Nikolaus Kwas

Produced & Engineered by Chris Teti at Silver Bullet Studios (silverbulletstudios.com)
Assistant Engineer - Christopher Yeterian

Front and back cover photo by Johnny Fabrizio / JohnnyFabrizio.com
Additional art and photography by Dylan Balliett
Layout by Jason Link

Agent: John Lashnits - APA
Management: Dillon Anderson - Field Day Records

Thank you to all of our loved ones, pets, and friends, especially Greg Thomas and family for all of their kindness. Special thanks to Brett Gurewitz, Matt McGreevey, Christine Morales, Jeff Abarta, Jason Link, and everyone else at Epitaph for making any of this possible. Fuck the Pep Boys on Broad Street. Leave everyone alone. Obey the Salt.

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Track Name: I'll Make Everything
It’s been everything not to get a scrape on my knee, on my elbow, on my face, where I go to hurt. Slow down in every way. Speed up a grip on time. When everything looks bad, it’s just a time to start. I’ll make everything look like it’s happy. I’ll make everything look like it’s rad. I’ll make everything. I’ll make everything a story of love. Finally, finally. A warning, a hug. Slip and tell ‘em a story of love.
Track Name: The Future
Execute the Queen. Bury her body at sea where she can’t hurt our friends again, a just and fitting end. Now we must carry on (on down this road) and sing another carrying song (our heavy load).Well, I found one inside my heart when it was blown apart. The future just got here, again and again now. The present was awful, but it’s all past now. Let it float away. Go dancing on its grave. There’s a place for you. The world has just been lying, but I know it’s true, so just hold on until the phantom’s gone.
Track Name: Hilltopper
Can’t seem to erase you. I threw out all the records you’re on. Every week there’s another friend who doesn’t know how bad you got. In the heat of a moment, I threw them in the trash. I hope you felt a tingle or a psychic punch or scratch. Keep us in the news feed. Watch as things improve. I hope evil can see this, and you get what you deserve. Never relayed the message, how bad the drinking water got. I wish for you to suffer like I had wished that we would not. I left once, but I’ll stay now, if we promise that I can. I begged her to apologize for what was said inside the van. We can see you in the garden, with the snake under your hair. You don’t hold upon the water, there’s nothing under there. I hope evil can see this, and you get what you deserve. If the things you steal could save you, I would think you're doing well, but they never helped a little bit before, as far as I could tell. Don't forget the footnote some unpaid intern ghostwrote in your unfinished memoir about the time you held the world inside your hands and left it at the bar.
Track Name: Faker
Will you be faking it when the businesses fail, and your money is revealed for what it is? Will you be faking it when it's safer to joke, and the laughter's seen on screens in silence? Will you be faking it when we're tied to the tracks, denying that there's rope around our wrists? Will you be faking it when they're rounding us up, and your sources all assure it's just a test? Tell yourself again, “Nothing is wrong with this place.” Never say it when we're standing face to face. You will be faking it when the businesses fail and your money is revealed as meaningless. You will be faking it when it's safer to joke, and the laughter's shared on threads in silence. You will be faking it when we're tied to the tracks, denying that the ropes even exist. You will be faking it when they're rounding us up, and every coward's advocating it. Tell yourself again, “Nothing is wrong with this place.” Never say it when we're standing face to face. Faker, if there is a hell, you've done what you need to do. If there is a hell, it's ready and waiting for you. So are we awake yet? Has it been working? Can we go home sometime today? Where do the spirits fade in our weakest dreams, when belief crumbles away? Where do the fires start in the city streets, when the whole flag burns away? The blossom withers of true emotion and heartfelt honesty. I never dreamed you wouldn’t keep your word, but that's a truth that you can hide. Six-weeks gone in hyperbolic sleep, we feel our blood pumping weak.
Track Name: Gram
We waited all night to hear the story, how the two stupidest kids could come to glory. The doctor always said we had bad bones. They were having such a good one. I’m sorry for being sorry. That cause of anxiety is wasting all our minds. This should never have been a crime. They locked up our fathers for twenty. Now they limit our culture to fridays. You had to work four jobs and use two phones, but the drugstore still ends up with all our money.
Track Name: Dillon and Her Son
Pleading graces for the youth for making us make up the truth. Loading faces, sounding forced. We felt the whole went out of sorts. Grip the apple, stomp the snake. Clip our nails, give them a break. Give my life back within reason. Can my mind get over what we’ve become? Do you know how to take this? Is this our real life? How easy is it to have fun? Is this a movie where I’m not bleeding? In a dream, I held power under the sun. Give my life back if you believe us, within ​reason.
Track Name: For Robin
Mike called once a week, and then he called once a month. He called once every few years, which turned into never at all. Missing an artist for the loss of their art isn’t grief. We’re heartbroken for Robin and hate what he did, but real, true, and private loss is so hard to express. I miss going with Stephen to bars that serve chicken, working with Caleb, getting drunk on the clock, and to all the junkies: can you remember me anymore? Can you remember me at all? In October, I saw how he crashed head-on with beer for blood and no seatbelt. We kept the notebooks he left under his bed. We collected newspaper and met every Tuesday night. Gave Brian the sweaters, and Stephanie got the bike. He called once every few years, which turned into never hearing from him again. To all the junkies: can you remember me anymore?
Track Name: Marine Tigers
You walk around the old neighborhood, but your heart's not in it, nonchalantly pointing out the coffee shop you made your plans in; the jobs you had to do there. You walk around the new neighborhood, but your heart's not in it to learn anymore about this country; the apartment you have to live in. They decided that we didn't fit the records that they hold, and we agreed to go. Following the hour's ending, we know we have to leave the building. We know we have to leave all the doors unlocked. We know we will not be the last. We know that they have got a plan too: a car for us to drive in; a box for us to die in; a vote for us to write in; an app we all confide in. Making money is a horrible and rotten institution. We’re here. We’re here, I told you so. I told you so, we’re here. Like oil in an ocean, like we loved that poison. Please remember as a person, it's the land that's always foreign. Can you still call it a country, if all the states are broken? Can you still call it a business, if all you do is steal? Came in on Marine Tigers or the boat Lorraine was named for. We huff and puff, but nothing comes. There's nothing wrong with Jose. There's nothing wrong with Moses. There's​ nothing wrong with kindness. There's nothing wrong with knowing. We're here. I told you so.
Track Name: Fuzz Minor
You don’t scream, you can’t scream. Find yourself unaware of the room. Cut the difference so to be at the same level of frequency. I have bothered to consume. You can do the same, if you come too. Like new versions of us ourselves, keep a watch that they let us on land. With a handle on the laughs, cradle the speech and cut off their hands. I can’t wait. I can’t wait. I can’t wait until I see you die. Call me “a-rab.” Call me a “spic.” I can’t wait until I see you die. We can dream. We can dream. We can dream, dream, dream, dream, dream. We can dream to help my friends come to terms and be way less uncomfortable around violence. We can dream to help my friends. You wish for it to come, you wish for it to come, and when it does I want to watch you eat those words with someone else who cannot wait. I cannot wait, I cannot wait to see you die, to see you die, to see you die, to see you die.
Track Name: Infinite Steve
Life, sit on carpet. Halved, but not broke. Four cars jammed inside every garage. Half-broke and half-used. You’re ungrateful for it. You split your time between chipping hours and carving out. You’re gaining something that you’re ungrateful for. You split your time between chipping hours and carving out. Blue water on your toes. Blue jeans on your belly. Tan skin and a garden hose. You’re in running shorts, and I can’t stand still. You brought a gun into a clothing store and I’m stuck in their driveway. You’re in business class, and I can’t breathe. You’re doing some kind of paperwork, my hands cover my face. You’re in dress pants, and my body dissolves among seaweed and swarming smog, the day Kathy leaves. There are plans to go swimming, one day, somewhere else, with Christmas around the corner, breath up your sleeve. There are places we’ve gone that our friends never will. You brought a gun to the department store and won’t let them go.

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