Episode 01: Like Peering Into The Deepest Ocean Abyss.

by THE DEADSTATION.

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_______________________________________________________ Is there a side to take? If one could be correct… Concern is but a notion Following compulsion Confound by principles of aim No increment of gain Each flag yields no return A tarnished hue of comfort Will you find the time to tend your own? Do you cut your loss and try greener plains? When you’re there, you’ll know It’s the place where all goes to hell When you’re there, you’ll know You’ll know Got to Must But can’t adjust Can’t think clearly Can’t gain my trust Because me is us No majority Got to Must Must adjust Adjust severely Remove the rust Clear the dust Am I still underneath? It’s out of my hands Separation; isolation The prospect of change; elusive My resolve remains tenacious Will you find the time to tend your own? Do you cut your loss and try greener plains? When you’re there, you’ll know It’s the place where all goes to hell When you’re there, you’ll know You’ll know Empty Nothing Inside Worthy Unsure Nervous Tension Purpose No sleep Pale skin Nauseous Choking Pressure Heightening Ruthless Crushing HOPE IS DEAD Got to Must But can’t adjust Can’t think clearly Can’t gain my trust Because me is us No majority Got to Must Must adjust Adjust severely Remove the rust Clear the dust Am I still underneath? _______________________________________________________
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_______________________________________________________ What scares me... about thinking that... what I believe... isn't real? Someone else You’re someone else… Hiss of air conditioner Blank computer screen Skin turning pale Semi-conscious Half-awake Fear of the unknown Talking to myself Alteration follows speculation Ocular lens eyepiece Viewed under microscope and theory Bypass feeling Rationalize the flaws Omit what you don’t want to see Television on Here, but not for long Something isn’t right Drugs for pain inside No sunlight in days Slowly wasting away Stale and bitter air Distant stare Television on Here, but not for long Something isn’t right Drugs for pain inside No sunlight in days Slowly wasting away Anything but this… Unfiltered thought now filtering down Filtering down… filtering down… Unfiltered thought now filtering down Heightening awareness and sense of self Adrenaline rush to survival mode Truths are disclosed Visceral instincts ignite Push car down drive Make sure alive Leave to escape Remove deadweight Exit city No remorse No pity Stare in rear view mirror Just to see what you are Helplessness gone too far
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_______________________________________________________ I had been swallowed… swallowed by an infinite, inky blackness. I was enveloped by this blackness. When I looked around me… it was nothingness. It was the abyss. August 4th - 3:21 A.M. I’m keeping this record for posterity. It’s clear to me now that I’ve been swallowed by something I truly do not understand. The assumed qualities of human existence do not apply here, and their substitutes are unfamiliar to me. Everything I’ve come to know… all the knowledge I’ve amassed in my life… is now useless. With the introduction of this foreign environment, came recurring instances of moral temptation. This recurring choice between firmly established ambitions and short-term desires. I’ve put forth immeasurable effort to keep this from altering my manner, but it’s proving inadequate in the face of uncompromising inevitability. My judgement is gradually drifting towards the irrational, as this environment wills. I’ve fallen victim to this blackness. My resolve… diluted by the very nature of my own existence. I’m human. Mentally weak... emotionally unpredictable, and innately flawed. My captor is far stronger... I’ve been swallowed by a force to be reckoned with… I’ve been swallowed by society. _______________________________________________________
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_______________________________________________________ Transmission ends Dead air is near Anything but this Anywhere but here Afraid I’m slipping through Cracks in the floor Pretend I don’t care I don’t care no more When it’s everything I know It’s everything I am It’s everything I need (Someone else… you’re someone else) Pressure point Ruthless grip Choke out words Choke on self Never felt this before Never felt this way Diluted thought Motivation lost This isn’t real You are (Someone else… you’re someone else.) I was alright last week Sudden drop Hundred foot drop Can’t explain You were there You’re always there But I need to get… I have to get… I have to get the fuck out of here Somebody… please. _______________________________________________________
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_______________________________________________________ So if you loved me I’ve said it all before I cannot explain myself anymore And if you loved me You should already know What it really means to be alone _______________________________________________________
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_______________________________________________________ Water Is rising through cracks in the floor Slowly But surely I’m drowning It’s filling the room This ugly room Everything will soon go under And I couldn’t even care Because I’m trapped in this stagnant state Consumed by this stagnant stench This endless void I’ll never escape Looks like there’s no denial this time Looks like it Surely seems like it Seems like I’ve been eviscerated Because there’s nothing underneath anymore No feeling No emotion Just nothingness The water’s still rising And I’m drowning Slowly But surely I’m drowning _______________________________________________________
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Plug into me This electricity On we go Move and feel as one Motion and emotion On we go Here one last time Make it count No limitations now Just feeling… At one another’s side Two familiar faces On which the other can depend A whim at perfect permanence Never wanting to return Our blood runs cold when Limitless time, too free to spend Comes to an end Let go with me No responsibility Id omniflow Vision blinding white Repressed instincts ignite Here we go And then it’s back again Total relapse of order and constraint The dream boasts empty pipes This is not the way we are meant to live A bank in the flow isn’t letting you go You’ll be here for a while Somber and many shades of grey Are washing out your dye Sullen, stagnant nine Only a shell of what lives for three It stifles what should be Incessant labor, endless and more Consuming all the day and night I want to get on out This doesn’t feel right Let me out Nostalgic trim weaved in a band of unborn goings-on Ends are frayed by passing days which seem to leave us all cold-hearted If only I knew then, what I know now I would have found a way to stay young I would have never tried to live ahead of what I had already done At one another’s side Two familiar faces On which the other can depend A whim at perfect permanence Never wanting to return Our blood runs cold when Limitless time, too free to spend Comes to an end End

credits

released May 15, 2012

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Shjon Thomas - Guitar, Bass, Backing Vocals
Ryan Mattheu - Guitar
Greg Murphy - Lead Vocals, Drums

Guest performers:
Nathaniel Rendon - Keyboards
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Music by: Shjon Thomas
Lyrics on tracks 3, 5, 6, 7 by: Shjon Thomas
Lyrics on track 2, 4 by: Greg Murphy & Shjon Thomas

Keyboards written and arranged by Nathaniel Rendon and Shjon Thomas

Produced by Peter Rutcho, Shjon Thomas, and Ryan Mattheu
Mastered by Jens Bogren at Fascination Street Studios
Mixed by Peter Rutcho for Damage Productions
Engineered by Peter Rutcho, Shjon Thomas, and Nathaniel Rendon
Photography by Felicia Simion and Brad Osgood
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Extreme levels of thanks to:

Dan Gonzalez, Nathaniel Rendon at Cosmic Furnace Productions, Peter Rutcho at Damage Productions, Jens Bogren and Tony Lindgren at Fascination Street Studios, Tom Hess, Draven Grey, John Oszajca, Dave Reffett at Guitar World, Ivan Chopik at Guitar Messenger, Stig Nordahl at Metal Express Radio, Lance King and John Cheek at Nightmare Records, Derya Nagle, Bruce Malley, Brad Osgood, Felicia Simion, Anthony Funaro, Brendan Hayter, Olivia Berka, John Madman at The Metal Madman Radio Show, Steve & Cheryl Buckley, Matt Zappa, Dave Cohen at Equilibrium Guitars, Steve Morrill, Hell Within (for letting us use and break some cymbals), Chris at Metal Thursday, Greg Stafford at Prog Palace Radio, Will Mangold at PRM Radio, Luco at Headbangers FM, Gary and Peter at Screaming Symphony, Jarrod Kailef at Epic Rock Radio, Antisocial Radio, Allen Woods at Pirate Rock Radio

Extra-special and generally awesome people:

John Harris, Melissa Trendell, Burak Ozmucur, Shawn Hall, Phil Arbon, Josh Colpitts, Nathaniel Noton-Freeman, Myke Owens, Toby Squire, Nathan Goldsworthy, Jen Koukos, Rishi Rawtani, Wes Parker, Brian Banfield, Jason Morejohn, Demetri Baxter, Sagar Indukumar Rash, Luuk Meijwaard, Jaska Isola, Nathan Raycraft, Sungwoo Jeong, David Palmer, Gabriel Menoscal, Jake Napoleon Ryan, Danny Schrader, Anthony DeCrisantis, Brad Bailey, Ahmed Qa, Luca Menegazzo, Freya Front Roe, Randy Earwood, Igor Van Haasteren, Jeff Sangster, David Aspendell, Brenton Knight, Todd Adams, Charles Alexander Parra, Josh Corley, Hemen Phinehas, Mike Avakian, Noel Kim, Dragana Orlovic, Dave Marcus, Peter Arbon, John Ridge, Jim Wilkinson, Brian & Steve Thompson, Sam Hang, Shaun Murphy, Mark Guicho, Mike Flanagan, Nate Alexander, Zak Baskin, Grady Boatwright, Joe FUCKING Gettler, Joey Adams, Mark Steel, Nick Tsui, Tom Michaud, Tom Wasik, Greg Gallant, Matt Albrecht, Jim Dalphond, Pam Saathoff, Maria Murphy, Joel Clabeaux, Dan Gabriel, Mike Court

To anybody we forgot, let us know and we’ll put your name up here!
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