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The New Invention

P L A Y L I S T
· The New Innovation (McCormick)
· Organized Confusion (McCormick)
· Iceblink (McCormick)
· Clipping the Atmosphere (Gosselin, McCormick)
· Cold Blood (McCormick)
· Unersia (Gosselin, McCormick)

· Pattern Of Change (McCormick)
· Head On (McCormick)
· Strange Games (Gosselin, McCormick)
· Warm Lies (Gosselin, McCormick)
· The Human Lab (McCormick)

Recorded at the Doll House 1997
Produced and Mixed By McCormick
Art by McCormick
For R0D3NT Records


Iceblink


iceblink in my shell you want what's in my hell what’s tomorrow? will come to starve the world's function to create a state of hate to purify this wondrous fate to live, who's to die? watch and pay to see today's version of yesterday present victims have learned to stay away from the targets they portray while holding sign saying shoot me... while holding sign saying shoot me... glassblink what's reasonable? you hold it inside your thick skull a brain without meaningless thoughts you keep it, hide it, then it's lost a reason to define dysfunction a lie to apply reduction I am who I am! love me, hate me! just don't burn me! watch and pay to see today's version of yesterday present victims have learned to stay away from the targets they portray while holding sign saying shoot me... while holding sign saying shoot me...

Cold Blood


pieces, puzzled, un-together cold blooded imperial pain take you skin for my leather cold blooded imperial pain I blind you with my chemicals I take your life in my hands I hit you, I break your skull You thought you could trust me Well you were wrong no anesthesia I want to see your pain hammer in hand I can see you brain I hit you, I break your skull cold blooded imperial pain You thought you could trust me cold blooded imperial pain no anesthesia I can't feel your... cold blooded imperial pain hammer in hand I can't use my own brain for your cold blood imperial pain

Warm Lies


Stuck inside your mystic dreams Nothing real as it seems Then you wake See what's fake Things untold To the world is cold The warmth of lies keeps us here To distort those things that we fear