Split w/ Full Of Hell
by Code Orange Kids
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Digital Album
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IV (MY MIND IS A PRISON)
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V (MY BODY IS A WELL)
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credits
released 20 April 2012
Recorded by Kevin Bernstein at Developing Nations Studios
Mastered by Nick Steinborn
Recorded by Kevin Bernstein at Developing Nations Studios
Mastered by Nick Steinborn
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feeds
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Jun 19Calgary, AB
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Jun 19Calgary, AB
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Jul 06Ashtabula, OH
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Jul 12Jacksonville, FL
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Jul 13Orlando, FL
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Jul 24Tilburg, Netherlands
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Jul 25Hamburg, Germany
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Jul 28Paris, France
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Jul 30London, UK
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Aug 02Bristol, UK
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Aug 02Hythe, UK
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Aug 04Sachsen, Germany
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Aug 08Cologne, Germany
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Aug 09Ieper, Belgium
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Aug 11Philadelphia, PA
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Oct 31Gainesville, FL
discography
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Nov 2012 -
May 2013 -
Apr 2012 -
Oct 2011 -
May 2011 -
Nov 2010
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- Track Name: IV (MY MIND IS A PRISON)
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IV (my mind is a prison)
swallow the truth
let it digest in your empty stomach // the lies of circumstance in circumference to the shape of the dead land.
the sky laughed unreluctantly as my skin turned to peregrine and my mind set to sea.
((magnetic embrace))
seasons change as the perpetual pendulum swings further and further away.
"between the idea
and the reality
between the motion
and the act
falls the shadow
between the conception
and the creation
between the emotion
and the response
falls the shadow"
the sun drowns just to shade your eyes from its light
the world wakes just to watch your lines fade
so i sat by your side. while stirring time burned the back of my mind.
burying dead // while the urgencies bred inside your bloodlines.
there is no more beauty in these burdens.
swallow the truth
let it destroy you. - Track Name: V (MY BODY IS A WELL)
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eat pills. go to sleep dead.
skin the color of sheep. my body is a well
"go healthy"
words that fall to my feet like picking up the pieces of broken teeth
the ones he leaves without in my dreams
perched and maimed // they just lay there.
dumbfounded. un-struck
my mind knows when it is starting to get colder.
it starts to wander. it starts to wonder why in these periods of cease the bravery turns to hunger
and your stare goes dull
but i know you better.
i wanted to see the eternally embellished doorstep.
but the pains have slowed my fingers - no talking points. no relevance
cross the street a little early just to wake up the tips of my fingers.
and when the headlights come blaring towards me
will acceptance come more easy?
will depression set me free?
when you spilled my design into there palms
you spilled me.
