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Nighttime Story

P L A Y L I S T
· Stained Glass Photographs (McCormick)
· Sinpathy (McCormick)
· The Death Of Innocence (McCormick)
· A Trespass In Eden (McCormick)
· Forest Fire Heaven (McCormick)
· Sado-Masachism (McCormick)
· Blue Eyed Gods (McCormick)
· Backwards We Swallow (McCormick)
· Play God (McCormick)
· Trinity Of Life (McCormick)
· Wake Up (McCormick)
· Sipping From an Empty Well (McCormick)

Recorded at Fiends R’ Us 1999
Produced and mixed by McCormick
Mastered at Beach Road Records by Satterfield
Art by Katelin and McCormick
For ASIML8SHUN records

Stained Glass Photographs


Why it spins, I don't know. The world leaves itself behind, watch it go. The patterns it fabricates, the webs it weaves into tiny networks of communication. But who can really hear you? When you let no one near you? Why must you spin with the world to catch up with it's disaster after repeated disaster? But this is the way it had been tested to multiply and breed like it breathes. Repeatedly, there is no concern for who was strong, but who is now weak this is the perfect putrid view of perception lead by what is considered right obliged by the fact that if there was nothing wrong then there would be nothing right for without the darkness how will we see light? It's like stained glass photographs and visions of memories you wish weren't memory and the film plays over and over in your mind all the time, just to throw it in your face the bleeding synapses cracks under tension but this was the decision that you made It's queer blanket of comfort is spread over like a giant blindfold to give filthy ideas shade Why are we so misguided within our own intellect? Why can't we see what really matters? It is not the decapitation of perfect reasoning. We are all who we are, who else could we be? So why assume the falseness of truth is real when it maybe hidden behind who we think we are? Who are we really? Just people trying to find out the answer to that very question. It's funny how the world can be so cruel and real, yet so fake and so wonderful! this is your dream this is your dream in this night time story you fall asleep right now!

Sinpathy


float on passed the other side pissed on sick I hope you empathize (with me) beat and tortured I look at you mentally abused I fall again (with your empathy) kicked and slain you never touched me but I feel the pain that you caused me (sympathy- you know you have none) flowers grow on the graves of the dead my body is aching from the crap I am fed today I await my fate for the night the dark is crisp without sharpness of light sinpathy shifting past love to hide tricked and ticked I want to die (with you) hold onto me all I want is love its killing me stabbing from above (I love you too!) flowers grow on the graves of the dead my body is aching from the crap I am fed today I await my fate for the night the dark is crisp without sharpness of light sinpathy so how do you spell hypocrisy? I spell hypocrisy with sin. sin with apathy. how do you spell hypocrisy? I spell it s-I-n...

The Death of Innocence


no one is better than yourself and you think with your self hate they are the ones who caused the pain mirror the disease you're not the only ones who have ever been teased figure out a way to carry on without a gun violence is the wrong answer you never read the question you are your own disaster what will heal this worlds concussion? no one is sicker than yourself and I think but I won't judge you but they are the ones who caused the pain mirror the disease you're not the only ones who have ever been teased figure out a way to carry on without your gun you are the demon you create you are the fascist woos black your are the decider of their fate you missed the point you missed the facts and when the innocent die, in a sense: innocence follows.

Forest Fire Heaven


A vast mistake rushing through my head I wished I was alive when I turned out dead the serpents bite is the voice and it calls out to me to see this worlds alsur churns to bleed a chance to bleed! Its crashing below the stakes of sound filled with self pity I want be free but this world crashes down on me the fire destroys the bark of the trees! the last impression of a death of a sigh the last discretion fate put aside I laid down in a stretch of heaven singing in the breeze 'this lust will carry me' the fire destroy the leaves of the trees Its crashing below the stakes of sound filled with self pity I want be free but this world crashes down on me the fire destroys the bark of the trees! I pick leaves from the trees!

Sado-Masochism


Enchanting peace the flawless sky it will cease kiss your world good-bye in a guiltless life so beautifully cruel stuck between faith and lies within a mental pool the degradation of deprivation alive to die alive die living in a hopeless world kill then lie kill then lie wading within lives of the seemingly pure hidden sins masked over lies we live with the secure reading ready life is one large change transition replies reach reality out of range traded possessions soul temptations alive to die alive to die living in a hopeless world kill the lies kill the lies promises, all these, I promise you- live within you brake your promises forget your mind live with your heart and you will find you are alive just to be alive and aren't just dying to die...

Backwards We Swallow


There is no movement we make, but the backwards movement we take. Like medicine we will descend. Down the throat, backwards we swallow forwards we choke. Through twists and tunnels which route will you take? Will you follow the beaten or will you follow the one you make? Will we fall backwards and swallow, or will we move forwards and choke? Burning down our concept of self already masked by self hate. If we hate anyone we should hate everyone. Why do we feel the need to discriminate? Will we fall backwards and swallow, or will we move forwards and choke? Swallow the pill, you will relax... its just like life take it in and spit it out! Drink it down, you will relax... it's just like life so spit out! Eat yourself, Eat your hate, Eat it all: Now spit it out!

Trinity of Life


The land of the silence is the land of the dead. I hear the voices and they are guilt God fed. The whispers and screams of incurable disease. They worship the night in the light of greed. The hypocrites have said and said, to their God from which they have fled. 'God please save our weakened souls. Our broken promises are growing old!' God of all life I worship you. Mind, Body, and Spirit of Jesus too. He saves me from the teeth of the beast. He makes me aware of my last feast. Unholy wars of desirable retreat. Dreams of fighting for world peace: captures us day by day. To put us in bondage and sell us as slaves! Life is a disease, and the earth is the plague. The revelation is today! God of all life I worship you. Mind, Body, and Spirit of Jesus too. He saves me from the teeth of the beast. He makes me aware of my last feast.

Wake Up


Wake up!: You hypocrites, Jesus is dead for you. You fakeheds, I am just as fake as you. You racists, drop your racist views. You followers, the children follow you ...Wake Up... A time to disagree from what leads you... Wake Up!: From your violence before it kills you. From your government, asleep to what governs you. From the misery, it's only caused by you. From the real world, fall asleep to the truth! ...Wake Up... A time to disagree from what leads you... It will be tomorrow too... Even though i scream i know i can't heal you... i just hope this will help wake you... so WAKE UP!!!!!!!!!!!!