Brownwall

Written by Nick Nunziata and performed by Stephen Murphy!

Written by Nick Nunziata and performed by Stephen Murphy.

Confessional all my life Standing by And looking on The time has come to decide Where I'll make my name For good or for even worse Not sure I wanna fly Telepod tomorrow Though I want it all Telepod tomorrow Earthbound all my life Unfortunately I cannot lie still The time has come to decide Where I'll make my name For good or for even worse Not sure I wanna fly Telepod tomorrow Though I want it all...

I was lonely I was only a foregone conclusion in your plan to transform the world Microscopic moves Avoiding cellular death All they can prove Is that you’re adept The body changes hands New ownership Slightly better But different Microscopic moves Four dimensional chess Pieces once unseen Proving mother knows best A million kind of punishments I was only joking About your domains Nineteen heartbe...

Every year is the year of the dragon Every year is the year of the dragon No one is better suited Whip the burning tail No one is better suited Whip the burning tail Wiping scales away in volume Dusting off all the swords There's no treasure to be found Only another mouth to feed No one is better suited Whip the burning tail No one is better suited Whip the burning tail We're only getting delayed...

Guest Musician: Stephen Murphy - Percussion

Not one to follow Not one to follow Not one to follow Not one to follow Not one to follow Not one to follow Not one to follow Not one to follow There is a chosen one among us and his name might be Paul Not one to follow Not one to follow Not one to follow Not one to follow Nick Nunziata - Keyboard, Vocals Micah Robinson - Guitar Carl Cunningham - Bass Stephen Murphy - Guitar, Backing Vocals John M...

No more polygons They’re no longer in vogue Travel to my creative grave Interested now Digital terrorism Why don’t you let this computer free? No more polygons It builds the world by itself Using every tool to break me Interested now Digital terrorism Why don’t you let this computer free? Interested now Digital terrorism Why don’t you set this computer free? No more polygons Lethargic acts brought...

Golden words pass through this room Parses all their stories All their moments Fine tuning each word Where they stand On solid ground All because of your gift In the slivers you pass through A figure bathed in smoke Their words dissolve All eyes move to the crested one In their mouths they chew the name Paul Where they stand On solid ground All because of your gift Feel Paul Heal Paul Feel Paul He...

All music by Nick Nunziata and Micah Robinson.

Guest Musician: Micah Robinson - Guitar

Welcome to this new awareness It’s only the physical form Don’t be afraid to dip in the company ink You’re invited to the body party Where all that glitters is bone So jump in this pit of bumping twisting writhing tender loving Don’t be alarmed in high society’s world You’re invited to the body party Where all that glitters is bone So jump in this pit of bumping twisting writhing tender loving Don...

All music by Micah Robinson, John Makarewicz, and Nick Nunziata.

All music by Micah Robinson, John Makarewicz, and Nick Nunziata.

Standing at the crossroads and facing those across the line Make an impression quickly On the one who thinks you owe them Enemies amok on the rails rising Enemies amok I’m on my heels Enemies amok totally sidewinding Can I make this gambit worth the while? Wild! Everyone thinks they’re martyrs until the hammer drops Inconsolable and tattered And all their glory is draining Enemies amok on the rail...

Guest Musician: John Makarewicz - Guitar

Guest Musician: Stephen Murphy - Guitar

Guest Musicians: Stephen Murphy - Drums John Makarewicz - Bass

A dreadful stretch of time Gulag you done me wrong Fine, I'll take this medicine Point me back to amend's address I'll walk the tough path alone I need to see that face again When I feel the glow, that familiar tingle Got to know that while I've been low I've never been too low to know Time is elastic and so are we Those wounds have healed Let us get back to speed Amity I chase the chemistry Your...

All that’s left is the open sky Say it one, two times And never mention it again On this world we set fire to Celestial bodies we are now Bigger than the place we fled All that’s left is us All that’s left is feelings Memories pieced together without glue Someone had to turn the light out And now there’s something emerging If it’s promise, the meaning’s changed A universe of possibilities for me a...

If it's said it's true If it's Anon it's Q It's time to do a dry rub on these babies The Cabal is hungry and Pavlov's dinner bell is ringing Adrenochrome is everything Adrenochrome is harvesting Can you feel yourself getting younger? Adrenochrome is everything Adrenochrome is harvesting Jimmy C is right about it all Listen to his thoughts As they retreat from his stupid head If it's said it's true...

They say lonely is the Hunter Somewhere deep in the heart of the lot Something stirring and strange We have a kitchen bat Upsides are downsides A bloody mess They speak of familiars Living underfoot but with dangerous eyes Something deeper than dark We have a kitchen bat We have a kitchen bat Upsides are downsides A bloody mess Such a bloody mess Matt Townson - Guitar John Makarewicz - Guitar Step...

We are all on this world for a reason Underwater or in the sky we rise Forever in the pocket Damaging the ones who fell It’s our call to fly So others can cease to crawl I can never come down on the wrong side of this The absolute unit forces themselves in the conversation Always coming up to deal with all the obstacles The absolute unit rules the room before the ice is melted Bullies always rise...

All music by Micah Robinson, John Makarewicz, and Nick Nunziata

Confident roles We’re not supposed to Ongoing calm We’re not supposed to Let’s take a walk to a place where it all can grow untended No worries this time No empty box to fill with love Any other life Any other time But we’ve got no worries now Let’s take a walk to a place where it all can grow untended No worries this time No empty box to fill with love Any other life Any other time But we’ve got...