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released March 13, 2013

Statues Side:

Recorded by Jay Huxtable, Matthew Templeman and Scott Kay
Mixed by Matthew Templeman
Mastered by Simon Struthers

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Statues Perth, Australia

Five-piece chaotic hardcore band from Perth, Western Australia.

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Track Name: Dry Springs, Empty Wells
Carry all your weight in gold.
We'll see how far you've come; bury your head.
Cast in all your lots, and sing free.
We're blessed with affluence,
But cursed with a narrow mind and a beggars sign
And a face that's lined with a shallow smile.
So cast in all your lots.

Sparing rational,
staring fractional,
counting fourth to first to last to blue to brilliant,
draining me dry.

Survive.
Cold sweeps.
Find your warmth where you can.
In war.
In hand.
In peace.
Find your warmth where you can.

Self-pride.
So consuming.
Find your modesty.

So cast in all your lots and sing free,
we're all about to give effortlessly.
Our burdens want to leave with our pride,
and our weight in gold to bury,
so cast in all your lots.
Track Name: The Wanderer
Plead your case
Please if you understand the task at hand you're more than welcome to begin.
My cleverness unravels all around me as I try to gather all the lies that came together so well,
A mural of illness that only I can see through strained eyes.

We can't be fighting we can't all be burning,
All we are is hurting,
All our dreams are fading as we're dying.
We can't all be fighting we can't all be burning,
All we are is hurting,
All our dreams are fading as we're dying.

Please if you understand all the words and all the fear.

Tear the ropes that bind me to my grave.
I may look like death but I ain't no slave.

Shattered bones, broken skin.
Lost. Love.
I'm alone. All alone.

All I got are my bones and my gun on my hip, and a suit that I fear I will be buried in. I struggle on with a song in my throat and a name on my lips, that I dare not speak.

All I've got are my bones.
All I've got are my bones and skin.
Track Name: Routine Routine
Patient I deliberate the difference
I pose to all I come in contact with,
And every oath I hold.
How am I to gather?

Collect all my thoughts,
When I'm still being struck by the regulations and laws.

My limbs are sore,
And my hands are raw,
And I can't see,
I cannot hope anymore.

Serve.
Stake your claim.
Make profit. Make haste.
Breathe.
Make love.
Repeat.

And my limbs are sore.
And I can not see,
I cannot hope anymore.

Embrace the Cold.