Throw me to the wolves, open the door. It's been a long, long time. I've got salvation on my mind. I could make a more wicked man than me look like a goddamn saint. I didn't come to be dismissed at the gates. All you protest kids lying sickly in your beds you've missed the communion trials of the last in line of those who've given in. I dismiss my regard for those who've fallen victim but more for those who stuck around. There's a certain order in which we ought to fall into; Men picking up their arms to fight a war we've already lost, women choking back the nauseating notion that the justification of the way we're living, of the way that we live, might not be enough for the first in line of those who've given in. I dismiss my regard for those who've fallen victim but more for those who stuck around. I can't seem to get my head straight. Are you condemned for filling my heart with discontent? Cut the wires that were holding me from my first untainted breath. Put me to rest. I can't seem to get my head straight.
from Presents: Mother Tongue
released August 2, 2013
Written and performed by 1876.
Recorded/Engineered by Brandon Wiard at Backseat Productions.
Mixed by Adam Cox at Brooksfield Gentlemen's Club.
Mastered by Alan Douches at West West Side Music.
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