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1.
Buried With A Coin (Cornetta/Trainor) nerves could speak, and they were bawling with a last attempt to take control of your net weight the constant was avian, and you helpless, bones not hollow, all complacent witness a feast, verdict: guilty gravity waning, your pulse maligned, kick to tread, you drown he absorbs the corruption in his atria his heart is heavier than the truth that gives flight to the deity a scale he can't tip a situation beyond control his life a treat for beasts an aftertaste of oblivion curse had he the wealth begets a book would supercede his sins curse had he the choice begets he would try again curse had he the chance begets he would fail curse all the colors of life are lost in the opaque white blows of retribution paid in full and you can only wish that they would feed an earthenware baboon to promise you the breath you took for granted every day curse begets curse begets curse why listen, curse begets curse begets curse why? curse begets curse begets curse when you can just pray that you are not as weak and willing as your digits, limbs and skin pray that you are not as weak and willing as your digits, limbs and skin pray that you are not so weak, and so willing to give it all up nerves could speak, and they were bawling with a last attempt to take control of your net weight the constant was avian, and you helpless, bones not hollow, all complacent witness a feast, verdict: guilty
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Eighth Notch 03:35
Eighth Notch (Cornetta/Trainor) I watched the lamp's aura fly away back here with me and then disappear I stand, and there is the same phenomenon outside stars as smear marks on the night sky scraping over rails leather and lace pressing a bound instep never enough brachialis aching, aching overzealous thinking solution sets and running starts some stitches will always need mending you're a breathing diorama each stride marks the graph bent knees, clocks, facts and arrogance illustrate enigmatic truths boldly tempera painted for an A with intervals in glitter glue sweat in your eyes you blink out the scale fists clenched and muscles taught brachialis aching, aching overzealous thinking frantically leaning into the charge some rules are never worth bending I watched the lamp's aura fly away back here with me and then disappear I stand, and there is the same phenomenon outside stars as smear marks on the night sky collapsed into the question on the partition broken and certain that there is nothing else passengers violated unamused agitators barking at you for not cheering their cause beyond comprehending comfort is accepting that in the end the answer is not yours. scraping over rails we can't measure what we've erased scraping over rails motion clashing with your pace scraping over rails and the cobbler is not around to heal the tears in your hide breaking your stride you can't outrun faith and design condemning inertia bent on solution purge this prostration solve it
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Pyrometric 03:50
Pyrometric (Cornetta/Trainor) The fire seals the glaze And defies the earth in vitrified betrayal And tired of the race Is your finish, patina, faux? Panic incubating But don't call it an emptiness Not a vacuum A nebulous cloud Entire seams evade the eyes of most who will appraise It's becoming all to clear That I must choose, that I must pick One job, one woman, one street, one house, one life And I don't know how to do it No resolution fits in my iambic pentameter In this centigrade circumstance nitrogen will repent For in its neglect and arrogance It has become unwanted And its collective benefits Will be overthrown by creation Panic incubating But don't call it an emptiness Not a vacuum A nebulous cloud with shrapnel fired Across teeth and lips An idea imprisoned An emotion with insomnia Once the fire seals the glaze And defies the earth in vitrified betrayal Entire seams evade the eyes of most who give praise Once kaolin so fragile while so thin Translucent Blessed is the pedestal caught reveling beneath This synthetic rebirth And what about the pages? Has their potential been met? Can the tenants afford the rent? Is this just another squandered opportunity? Found in this and measured at higher cones The fire seals the glaze And provides the earth with hope
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The Concertina Movement (Cornetta/Trainor) Marrow changing parties We deem unfit so Carve out frames and borders To control our pets All dust is composed So well, so well Assuage with placatory fare Sweet bliss and nectar Sugar will not suffice You need this passage To bring you home Listen before you claim it all It may not taste of what you know Blood teeth ink and oil Blood lips faith and competence An equitable tithe An answer became the answer A way became the way A choice became the choice And A began to wear ONLY when it went outside It's the only way it could Show itself to the world Moments defaced by our own hands are toothless and lame They stumble over their deformity so credit us with their stride. We are Marrow changing parties We deem unfit so Carve out frames and borders To control our pets All dust is composed So well, so well Assuage with placatory fare Sweet bliss and nectar Sugar will not suffice He's terrified, hiding, and clothed; Fig leaves from an apple tree Listening to the leaves shiver in a manicured jungle. He's coming he says it's all her fault Now he shakes more than a simple breeze could make him. Only excuses and camouflage can stop him from dissolving into sand. He's sorry but it's external. Moments defaced by our own hands are toothless and lame They stumble over their deformity so credit us with their stride. We are omnipresent gods. An answer became the answer A way became the way A choice became the choice And A began to wear ONLY when it went outside It's the only way it could Show itself to the world
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Actuate 05:52
Actuate (Cornetta/Trainor) Executing plan A. No more drafts, no peer edits. No rewrites, the time has come. Panic. Quake. Tremor. So much for the romance of merit and discipline. They all want you to be prettier. Abandon the subtle dance of petrified urgency. Panic. Quake. Tremor. Familiar walls catching promises decorating a small brass hook. The calendar falls into obsoletion but you still count days and weeks. Sacred numbers dripping from the walls of the cellar, a Sumerian sense of time. We've inherited that sticky sweat, the tradition of patience. Just wait, it'll all come with time. Things tend to assemble themselves: the granulated apron of sand, that arborous toupee. Just wait. Cognition must reconcile a perfect sequence of contractions; with heat, vibration and respiration under your control. Only in the meantime. Meanwhile... This is not a test of intelligence. This is the choice the path pivotal and profound. Sacred numbers dripping from the walls of the cellar, a Sumerian sense of time. We've inherited that sticky sweat, the tradition of patience. Just wait, it'll all come with time. Things tend to assemble themselves: the granulated apron of sand, that arborous toupee. Just wait. Just a seasonal reflection of who you have become. Changing winds and mirrors have no bearing on decision. I remember when I had marble lungs; never thirsty, always level with the ground, an easier track for water to run across. But it never moved. Just a timid circle of water, never daring enough. Only in the meantime. Meanwhile... This is not a test of intelligence. This is the choice the path pivotal and profound. So much for the romance of merit and discipline. They all want you to be prettier. Abandon the subtle dance of petrified urgency. Panic. Quake. Tremor. Have you written it down? Have you spoken it aloud? Have you wasted precious ink and paper on epitaphs and eulogies? There is no now, only in the meantime. Then what if I wait until tomorrow? When I have the chance--never now--after I finish this, when it's convenient? I don't feel like it. Never now. So much for the romance. Only in the meantime. Meanwhile... This is not a test of intelligence. This is the choice the path pivotal and profound.

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Before becoming a DIY duo of digital delicacies, just a bit over a decade ago, Seconds Prior was a five-piece melodic hardcore band that insisted each song be a masterpeice and each performance be bursting with passion and energy. This album page will be used to showcase some of the auditory art they created during this era.

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released April 23, 2017

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