The Worst Of

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released September 2, 2016

Jacob Lee- Guitar, Vocals
Patrick Hogan- Drums, Vocals

Produced by Jacob Lee

Additional lyrics on Fruits Are High In Trees, I Wish Your Mother Had Swallowed You, and Smooth As a Dead Baby's Bottom by Nathaniel Simmons.
Additional lyrics on Chelsea's Grim and Patrick, You're So Depressing by Colton Sterling.
Album art by Zero Lopez.



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Patrick D. Hogan Fresno, California

The musical attempts of Patrick D. Hogan & co.

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Track Name: A Glass of Green Tea
JACOB: Paint the walls. The wood is splitting and I won't stand for it. Put up a fresh coat, cover up the lies. I'm getting a headache. Splitting my cranium. My walls are getting closer. Square feet area shrinking. I think I need to move out. Leave me alone! Just crawl out my front door. Oh stand aside. Be polite, I'll show you out. Pace back and forth and back and forth.

J&PATRICK:Please don't leave me all alone.

P:I'm sorry, please come back in. I can be so rash sometimes. Would you like me to prepare some tea? A Glass of Green Tea. What the fuck are you doing? I said get the fuck out. Get the fuck out of my house or I'll fucking kill you.

J: Finally, Peace at last. Boy I sure hope it lasts. Finally peace at last. Boy, my house sure is small.

P: Misunderstanding paranoia. Circulating my psychosis. Renovate mass phobia. Disregard my diagnosis. I need one more line.

What are you planning to do? When your life finally breaks? When your wrists finally leak? When your lungs fill with black?
Track Name: Brick Wall VS Black Hole
JACOB: Running, fighting, on a ship. Afraid to catch a splinter. The cabin boy stole my girl. I will take his dinner.
PATRICK: Spontaneity. This fire burns for us all. I am weak but you are destined. There can only be less than three.
J: My head became the skull of a dragon. Your fucking cottage will be burned down into ice.
P: I cannot believe there is only you and him. Or was it Dr. Jenkins? This is insomnia. Are those bears or dinosaurs? My name is Jesus and I'm an alcoholic.
J: I will find you. Find the best view. Cork your fucking wine. I smell so divine. Thank you for your time, obese help desk dame.
J&P: Your car I will key. If your car was your kidney. And I will ride through the town.
P: I know that it was all for show. I know it's not what you had in mind, but this is not what we should get ourselves into now. I know you are not that way.
Track Name: Br00t B33r
JACOB: Living, breaking, raping, spewing, eating, shitting, breathing, burning.

PATRICK: Begin the breathe. Begin to breathe now.
Bring him to me. Bring him to me now.

J: Fly into fire. It burns, burns, it burns.

P: I will bring you down. I will take you out. What do I do now, guys? Bite the fucking curb.
Track Name: Butt Sex Is Wild And Don't Cause No Child
JACOB&PATRICK: Sometimes words speak louder then actions since we are reduced to these letters. You are everything but a stranger and that is for the better. The view from up there must beat the one down here. But wrong turns right and up comes down. And that is where we will meet, dear.

P: You have a good head on your shoulders but the crown weighs too much. I pray for your voice and I breathe for your touch.

J: For quite sometime this quote of mine has been dancing around in my head. My God, it is stuck behind my eyes. These leaves, they fall stiff in cold December. I have an open hand and a bitter heart. Slow wit and a sharp tongue.

P:You can only be blinded if you see the light, and I am deaf from the roar overhead. Home is years away and the calendars are getting longer. The days are getting hotter.

J&P: I hope that sorry helps because if not then you must be helpless.
Track Name: Dr. Jenkins, The Nuclear Reactor is Overreacting!
JACOB: I have found the formula. This will make me all powerful.

PATRICK: Wait! Stop, this is madness. You should use your intelligence to help those less fortunate.

J: It is my intelligence. The people are idiots. But for no longer. Hahahahaha.

J&P: Not even for science will we suffer. Not even these test tubes can hold in our hatred. This blinding white light reflects our lab coats. We study we study we study. Science science science.

P: You are a fool. What will be left to study when you are all there is. Anatomy was never one of your strong suits, Dr. Jenkins. And apparently neither is logic. You will destroy yourself. It is in your nature. You are a fool.

J: You are the fool, Dr. Lankanotvich. We are scientists, not mere men. Embrace your power. And join me.
Track Name: Fruits Are High In Trees
JACOB&PATRICK: Some things are better left unsaid, but it’s hard to talk when you’ve been pronounced dead. Burn the bodies. Burn the bridges. You turn so nicely with your burned fingers. The ashes collect in your hair and you’re caught standing there. The black and white only look only good on piano keys. Trust me sweetie this is not a mess you should get yourself into or that you can get yourself out of. Just breathe in deep and let the smoke lick your lungs. You melt as wax. I will hung a picture of my wall full of needles and pin pricks. As I gave you my last name and you put it through shame. It was my name.The only name I had! Soup, soup plate, sour, source, source books, south? Where am I? Am I in the south east, southern, south west, souvenir? Huh, I guess you could sew. Or sell some soy beans. Space, space, space, spade? You should save my soul, sweet son-in-law. Sonnet, soon, soon as possible, sooner than later, soda, socket, sock, sock, society, social, socialist, saw, someone, someplace, somehow. Well, we’re back. And I’m just gonna cover you in rubber and throw you off a cliff so you can bounce back up and I could push you back down! Some people like kittens for the lulz. I like them for the protein. Just a minute, I gotta tie my shoes. Oh, these are slip-ons. Huh. Huh. Well, somebody get me some laces, am I right? Get my gun. Do you have a knife? How long does it takes giraffes to throw up? Giraffes don’t throw up, Patrick. They throw down. Welcome! Hello. Let me in!
Track Name: I Don't Have Any Straight Face
PATRICK: That’s all I could really ask for. That’s all I can really want.

JACOB: Raindrops are falling on my head. This rain cloud is my paranormal activity, my dark cloud of bugs. I am plague.

J&P: When I was a figment of your imagination, I haunted your dreams more than I cared. All alone, I’ll do my best to haunt you again.

J&(P): These feet have walked the gravel too much. (I can feel you watching me every second of the day.) Legs tire, knees weak. (Your breath freezes me in my tracks.) These creatures are with me. (With me.) With me. (You confiscate my sanity) Leaving me to crawl on my knees. (Too enthusiastic.) Too anxious. (This hell burns darker when you whisper in my ear.) Your eyes seem brighter when I say nothing at all. When I was a figment of your imagination, (I haunted your dreams more than I cared.) All alone, I’ll (Do my best to haunt you again.) I want you to see me every time you close your eyes. (I gasp at the thought of your dark shroud.) I gasp at the thought of you. I’ve never been one to dwell (On you) But you’ve exhausted all options (And now I feel obligated to say that you) This is the last time (this will cross my mind) I swear to all listening (Never again) Will I waste my patience, (time), or effort (When this was so effortless)

(J)&P: Don’t say that you want me. (Want me. Want me.) All you do is haunt me, now. (Haunt me now.) When I say this, please understand
(the ship is sinking with no sight of land.) I’m watching as you slowly drown and (wish someone would grab your hand) I see your thoughts all leave your head. (Your mouth still moves but nothing’s said.) I scream out to my only friend: (I loved you ‘til the very end.)
Don’t say anything at all. I can always haunt myself.
Track Name: I Will Make You Into Luggage
PATRICK: Fierce teeth bite my . . .

JACOB: Don’t break your writing pencil. I see what you can’t see. Cut the adultery. We are all just children still. Your eagle’s flying higher still. From sea to shining sea. Oh, God. I can’t see where I put my hands. Oh, God.

P: Don't stop. Win her heart. Her still singing limbs. Who knows what trouble I’m in. Lost in the eyes of fantasy. Lost in the realm of heresy.

J: Fierce teeth bite my . . .
Track Name: I Wish Your Mother Had Swallowed You
PATRICK: Cut up you all look the same. I'll put your bodies to shame. You better shut the fuck up. Before I sew your fucking mouth shut.

JACOB: As you open your eyes. Not a tear drop will roll by.

P: You're as callous as they come. You're the one that makes my heart go numb. One day you'll be with me. You will be. Oh, you'll see.

J: Well that day has not come.

P: As, well, you can tell. And that is why I continue to yell.

J: If you wanna be dead, better let me. If you wanna breathe, better stop me. All you had to do was stand beside me. Clothes, hair, and blood all around me.

P: Well I met her long ago. And now she's dead on the floor.

J: You shoulda known better. Yeah. Yeah, I've never known wetter. Yeah.

P: You're the one I did love. Now you're the one I'm gonna use for my cat's grub. There's just one problem how am I gonna scrub all this blood out of my bathtub?

J: And as I pull your hair out the drain I can't help but bust a beat from Fifteen Minutes of Fame. This girl. This one girl that didn't love me. Don't let this girl be you. That would be not very safe for you. Yeah I just rhymed you with you.

J&P: What the fuck are you gonna do? Pull it. Pull it. Pull the fucking trigger. Keep your hand clasped in mine. And call me your valentine. For quite some time it seems. I had the girl of my dreams. The blackest of hearts and the whitest of doves. And I sit here broken hearted knowing that she is in love.
Track Name: Squirrel VS Squirtle
PATRICK: Black and blue are not your color,. I'm impartial to the red. Your sheets all smell of smoke. Like the bloodstain on your bed.

JACOB&P: See the bleeding now. Hear the screaming out. With a pleading shout. And a needing doubt.

J: I will make your fucking eyes bleed.

P: Because I’m not worth your tears. Because I’m not worth your fears.

J: Watch your pupils recede. Watch them slip away.

P: I bid thee farewell today. A worthless life of fucking pain. I can't wait to smile. When you fucking scream.

J&P: Lie dead face down.

P: Lie dead face down you worthless cadaver, you. They can not help you now.

J: How are you so full of yourself when you're full of everyone else?

Listen! You know we severed our ties to you, but now you’ve taken the rope and created a noose. Listen! I know it’s time you face the truth. Alive or dead, our lives move on without you. Listen! You know we severed our ties to you and we took a fresh breath with lungs renewed. Listen! It’s time for you to face the truth and be gone for good, there’s nothing left to say to you. Listen! I love the way your heart sounds when you can not fucking breathe.

J: I will not tolerate this shit anymore.

P: I will see you fucking break and your smile fade away.

J: See you burning.

P: As you go up in smoke you are charred. As the blood leaves your throat you are scarred. As you drown in my moat from afar.

J:How does it feel to be so fucking trapped and to know how fragile you truly are?

P: I will break your fucking neck and the rain will wash away the blood.

J: Is it tough to breathe? Then why are you still speaking? Begging for mercy the pitiful get no pity.

P: Your throat is slit. Your face is gone. It has caved in.

J: As I walk from the body, your eyes roll into the gutter. Dry your eyes, you see, you don't live in this world anymore, you're dead.
Track Name: Striking Out With You Is Like Striking Out in T-Ball
JACOB: I don’t know what you had wanted. But I don’t think it’s what you got. Share your worst fears.

PATRICK: These children play foolish games. These children with foolish names. They wallow. These children fuck in the rain. These children fuck.

J: Nothing sinks faster than when it’s full of guilt. And I’m sad to say, you’ll be at the bottom in a matter of seconds.

J&P: Sink faster.

P: I hope the salt reminds you of home. I hope you grasp tightly when you’re alone. I hope you scream with no hope to be saved. I hope this is what you craved.

J: The inner me I can’t control. For the thoughts in my head weigh more than gold.
Track Name: Strippers of the Apocalypse
PATRICK: Sent down from the heavens. Destroying everything that's in my path. Shedding all the blood of man. Bow down to me your new master. Burning bodies like they were sticks. Unless they bear the 666.

JACOB: It's time to bring you back. Show 'em how to shake that ass. Reality. Your empire already fell. Follow me back to your Hell. Suffering! Fires rain from blessed skies at hand. Burning all your toiled land. Spoiled hookers take your business. Strippers of the Apocalypse, you will win this. Breakdown. Nothing now.

P: Misery loves company! The skies rain upon the children,
Upon their graves.

P&J: You makers have fallen. Your masters are calling!
Track Name: Beneath the Plastic
JACOB&PATRICK: In the land of the blind the one-eyed man is king. The bigger they are the harder they fall.
Track Name: The Only Thing Better Than a Bear is Fire-Breathing Bear
JACOB&PATRICK: I would sing you a song but I lost my voice. Do not call this rape just lack of choice. I left a red X on your door. What’s it for?

P: The way your feet always move. Perfect skin left so smooth. I lick the sweat from the small of your back. Plastered paint is left so wet. How unfortunate. You can't find the words.

J: Our honeymoon home on the edge of a cliff. Cloud 9 evaporated a puddle of shit. I love you less than four. You look so pathetic walking out your door.

J&P: I’ll take you home.

J: Squee is friends with the son of Satan. He has been abducted by aliens. Squee will be so fucked up. He watched Johnny rip another man’s brains out.

P: Bree, bree goes the pig. Brie, brie is the cheese. Squee, Squee is the shit. Nee, Nee knows it, too. Schmee, Schmee was a bear. We, we all loved him. See, see your true self. Be, be all you can.

J&P: All the salt from the sea cannot dry your eyes. And all you try to be cannot cover your disguise. You can cry all you want until water fills your lungs. And leave without singing your songs.
Track Name: Well, Mrs. Lincoln, Other Than That, How Did You Enjoy the Play?
JACOB: I can't focus. You are distracting me. Put on some clothes, you freak.

PATRICK: You have a one way ticket to Heaven. But even trains are affected by gravity. We will wait ever so patiently. To take back the smile that’s rightfully ours. Bite down on your lips.

J: Tied your neck piece to tight. I'm sorry we've lost it all.

P: I will paint you like a canvas. My brush is so tired. Lack of knowledge.

J: I will not open my eyes if I have you to see when I awake.

P: I'm telling you to bleed the way you do. You answer to earn. Let's cap the top at the end of your tongue.

J:This ocean is drowning me.

P: There's something in the air. Your body's out there. You say it's not.

J: This is the first time I have ever seen myself without this mask on.
Track Name: A Whole Loaf of Banana Bread
JACOB: "Art must make sense."

PATRICK: Why do we brag about who we have seen naked? Get her stupid, strip her down, and knock her up, okay kid? Don't forget to call the doctor. He has the coat hanger to unlock her.
You'll never fail if you never try. You'll never sing with the birds if you never fly. You'll never get what's yours if you only try for mine. You'll never live your life if all you do is die.
We kill our saviors before we try to understand. Sic semper tiranus VS Et tu brute.

J: Don't be so weak that you are dead. Don't waste your life while you have it.

P: Swallowed by the darkness. Swallowed. Swallowed by the darkness. Swallowed by lack-thereof. Swallowed by the darkness. Swallowed whole. Swallowed by the absence of rational logical intelligent thought.

J: Baby don't faze me. I'm in the middle of suffocating. Download a track and then sit back. We are PlasticBag FaceMask.
Track Name: At Gun[axe?]point
JACOB&PATRICK: I feel you washing /clean/ the filth from these /walls/ we used to call /home/ sick and without a /cure/ these thoughts in my /head/ toward the light /beyond/ who I once thought you /were/ we always doomed?

J: eating sheer darkness (save us) ingesting our poisons. Force it down. Naked in an empty tub just in case. I walk dead center of the tracks for you. Promise not to check my shoulder. How long is forever?

J: I can't help but feel my heart is beating slower

P: There's a layer of grime that blinds my eyes. The more I try to see, the more the light truly hides. I feel the eyes that surround me, watching, but I'm left with no more hands to hold. I'm reaching and screaming for anyone at all.

J: Weak hands shake, the eyes ache, scent of rot, hollow flesh.

J&P:I'm hoping and praying that someone will come; no one ever does.

J&P: I can't feel my face, the chains on my wrists hold me down. Stone is my bed, will be my grave. The pains of hunger have long since passed. It won't be long before my body decays, most of it has already gone
Track Name: Blind Dates With Ex-Girlfriends
JACOB&PATRICK: Cut me out of the picture. Anything's better than this harsh stricture/It remains so complicated/Where's the line to stand alone? Inherit this sadness with my throne/All my senses aggravated/White shirt stained red with blood. It flowed like words straight from my tongue/All your moves were calculated.

J: This world, in God's eyes, is a cannonball. Kids fuck and drink. Is that really life? What do you think? We're just bullets in space.

P: When I try to sing they tell me I should scream. When I try to scream they say I should sing. The kids like it, so it must be cool. We sag our tight pants, dressed up like fools. Bodies weighed down by metal and ink. Standards so low we can no longer sink. Is there no end to this hypocrisy? I know there’s some of you in all of me.
Track Name: Catcalls Dropped My Chocolate Doughnut
JACOB: It ain’t easy being an optimist. Oh wait never mind, it is fucking easy.

J&PATRICK: (Try to look forward. Don't just hold back.) When they speak in riddles, (don't take it as gospel.) When you hear the devil's fiddle (play the songs of apostles,) don't let your thumbs twiddle (or become unlawful.)

P: They say there's nothing new, under the sun. If you can't sing along, then you can't have fun. I know when you realize, you'll all see the truth. And when the time arrives you will all follow suit.

J: In this lifetime we've been rebels and artists, doing things our way.

J&P: Why don't you use that brain of yours to think of something (something unique) that hasn't been done yet? (something to call your own) I think it could do the world some good. I mean, (Mean what?) That is why we exist.

P: These fields once flourished with light and color that welcomed all with passion. Now we all just stand in line and nod our heads with no reaction.

J: I can feel the moisture from your cave growing moss and mold and hosting the parasites you once knew to fear.
Track Name: Cheese and Kite-Related Things
JACOB: I didn't OD, this is just a setback. I'll still party when I get my life back.

PATRICK: How are we supposed to continue living if all we do is make the same mistakes? Open your goddamn minds. We could sound like everyone else if we wanted to.

J: I hope I won't see you when you're crawling back. When I am right about your fate.

P: All the originality left with the (overdoses). A straight-edge band (trying new things) has promise to make it to (retirement). Watch us grow old while (our fan base) stays the same age.

P: Speed it up or slow it down. It all sounds the same. Seriously. Welcome in a new age of an old idea.
Track Name: Chelsea's Grim
JACOB: And the devil chewed you up and then he spit you out. But you don't even know what I'm talking about.

PATRICK: Tell me stories of your life. Whisper secrets in my ear. Trace my spine with sharpest knife until my veins are running clear.

J&P: Our tongues remain our sharpest blades/You don't exorcise in Mordor/Hearts of gold and minds of steel/We're just stabbing, stab, stab. Wasted facelift.

J: Walk towards death, step by step, regret you left, mind is bent, We walk towards death, theres no turning back, the walls rise each side, arms can't reach the stone

J: And the devil chewed you up and then he spit you out. But you don't even know what I'm talking about. You were too blind to see you can't just walk right into the city of Mordor.

P: When we put our minds to it, it's amazing how far we can go. If only we'd focus on what ought to get done instead of second breakfast.

P: No matter the fellowship, no matter the gold. No matter the weapons and armor you hold. No matter the courage, no matter the strength. No matter the distance. No matter the length. No matter the key. No matter the door. One does not simply walk into . . .
Track Name: Hey, It's Lamp!
J: Scared of my own shadow, I can't figure out how to run from my nightmares when there's no way to wake up. Nothing has changed. I cannot shake this dread.

P: I'm still lost and beyond recognition. Mother nature's been nothing but cruel. I no longer seek redemption. There's no way around so we'll have to go through. Is this a tomb? Is this a casket? Is there light somewhere beyond what my eyes can see? You're nothing but a false memory created to justify who I used to be.

J: 0:46-1:21 Loved by nothing is my homeless and lost I found myself blending in with the shadows engulfing me choking the screams for help me end this now

1:25-1:40 J&P: My bones have grown too big for my skin, I can feel you escape my grasp. I only wanted to keep you safe. I newer wanted to be the cause of your fear. I told myself I'd never leave, just never dreamed that you'd do it first.

P: Coming of age just means digging a grave, just means being alone 'til you're nought. Lather on products and oils and falsehoods until your skin starts to wrought. Philogynist enemies. Misogynist tendencies. The apples of eyes are all rot. The fruits of our eden have long since been beaten and forced to be something they're not.

J&P: If it's not our fault then where is the credit due, if it's not our fault then where does the blame go?
It is not our fault
Track Name: I Don't Fap to Shoops
JACOB: Hey hey what's up? I don't mean to bring you down but there's been some things on my mind lately. Kids always talk about it. Hey did you hear this band? I put the headphones on. It's the same shit I've heard before man. What the fuck happens? Why are minds so dull? When a band gets famous when they aren't unique at all.

PATRICK: Break across the next generation and throw you to the horizon. Shall we see how long this gap will take to close? I predict a failure in our midst.
Track Name: I'm Gonna Buy An Octopus!
JACOB&PATRICK: Watch me step onto this street/Horns will blare as fenders greet/Headlights flash from my new friends/as they all witness the end/The rain outside reflects my eyes/as pedestrians fly/No chance now for a glass slipper/Cobblestone walk; Jack the Ripper.

P: Where there was once brightness in your eyes now I find only dark. We've reached the end of the tunnel and found that there's no light.

J&P: I've gone off the deep end now. My dreams are all I remember/I see white silhouettes with faces shaped like those that I once knew. Angels reach for me but I've already lost control/Just a shooting star across an asphalt sky. Too late to make a wish/Too late to take it back.

J: Drifting gently in a box. Close out the world, it's not good enough. Forget your place. don't press the brakes. A dozen lost lives and it's all your fault.

P: Darling, darling, could this be witchcraft. Witness this ambulance, these lights flash and fade. Like you.

J: Your life is fleeting, but you still live like shit. You spread filth because of it. Please leave me out of it.

J&P: Break away, the ponies have escaped. I will never leave you as long as you stay this good to me.

P: This stampede of flame and water collides so gracefully/with our/bodies/How ever will we make it through this venture/Time to go.

J: Can you feel it now? What you have been waiting for. Can you feel it now? Is it what you've dreamed of?
Track Name: It's Djent Not Duhjent!
J: Black ants circle the carcass, one says their words at the pit. cut all the plants to decorate, we all must follow the script. As i take my leave of this, each guest lends a hand. Submerging myself further now, deep down this was my plan.

P: I have tasted the fruit of the basket. I have known the taste of its flesh. I have seen the satin of caskets and bid my time until I meet death. I have smelled the funeral flowers. I have heard the organ's call. I have seen the church's bower and felt the rise before the fall.

J&P: Please remember when I cast out. Escape these walls that have kept me grey. All my demons. There will never be another chance to run. And I'm alone. I never thought I'd see the light of day. For the first time. But here I am basking in the sun. They have made me. My only fear is that I'll miss the shade. So much stronger. And long for the time when we were one.

P: Bodies surround me, longing for nothing but the return of their youths. Something so small and take from so many. My only weapon is myself. My only defense. My body covers the fire and leaves me in more places than I've ever been.

J: This air is not natural. gray fields stretch evermore. Claws grate on ears, push me left and right.

J: Towers of livestock built a lmaze that believes itself a hunting serpent. Its limbs march onward with blind vigor. I am not my own, i am owned. Wether in my cell or under glass i feel a chill hold my spine.

J&P: When we come to find you, there will be no hope left. Know that we can't forgive, what you have done to us. Inside you must have known, one day we'd be your end. There's a light in your eyes, we'll leave when that's darkness.
Track Name: Leslie, That Meat Company Has Gone Too Far This Time
PATRICK: Kiss and tell? An idiot would. Tell me all you have to say. Endure the pain of what you have to show. Live through me. You will never regret this, never.

JACOB: Raise your voice my friends, degrade the silence. Break the quiet down.

P: Breath so solemn that it hurts to breathe. Is there no other way to get this need. I feed on the whispers that pulse through the floor. Reach back and notch your bedpost once more.

P: Break free from these shackles. Free yourself from my bonds. Have you ever felt so violated?

J: Break your irons in degradation of the silence. Use your freedom, create new noise.
Track Name: Life's a Beach When you Don't Have Any Pokeballs
PATRICK: Wretch. My fingers, they bleed. I bit them to the bone.

JACOB: Won't this slow down, and only speed up when we want it to? This feeling is worn out, now knowing just what to do.

J&P: I feel her with me, when I know she's not. Where has she gone? Does she remember?

J: Face first in failure. Failing in everyone else's eyes. Why don't you just live for yourself and fuck everyone else.

J: Won't this slow down, and only speed up when we want it to? This feeling is worn out, now knowing just what to do.

P: Mercy, behold her. The fire has spread through the roof. The angel of death does a saint's work. The fire has spread.
Track Name: NetScapeGoat
JACOB: Bring it down.

PATRICK: Break the future with memories of the past. The lives you have taken will not be forgotten.

J: Go home.

P: Try to wipe the blood from your hands. Believe everything you hear. Become the useless, empty, hollow, calm, chasm. Become the shell of the dreams you once held. Become the bastard mongrel.

J&P: This is no place for you. You might as well go home while you still can.
Track Name: Patrick, You're So Depressing
PATRICK: Look me in the eyes. My reflection dances across your face. I see you all the time, but you don't even remember my name. I want nothing more than to fall through you and feel your salt surrounding my body.

JACOB: Swimming through stars, we sail through nebula. Casting out bright orbs of hope, we explore.

P: I long for your touch. But every breeze through your curls breaks me down piece by piece. And I'm left with longing agony. You bite your lip; I bite my tongue.

J: Black holes will never swallow us. Foundations of lore are from us.

P: The moment I see you, my mind is soothed, rocking back and forth, cradling the world. There's a softness to you. I would dissolve if ever allowed to be cradled in your arms for just a moment. These are the secrets I'd share if you'd only ask.

J: We gaze down at Earth's mountains and oceans, giving its children fear and awe.

P: The way it all looks from here makes my blue moon turn to gold. So take my hand my dear, as we sail through the stars. Finding who we really are.

J: Such a tragedy on a white dwarf's last day. But we can only hope that our young will create their own source of life's beginning.

P: Two elements always tugging, trying to keep each other for themselves. Each day I try to learn more about you. Each day you caress my face and turn the other way. I know there's a depth to you none have ever dared to find. I'd dive deep if you let me. I'd crumble if you left me.
Track Name: Second Drum Lessons
PATRICK: When the dust finally clears, I wipe the sweat from my brow. A place unfamiliar, I climb above the flames and shout at the top of my lungs. What is this place? Beating, banging foreign drums. It pulses through my chest and pushes the air from my lungs.

J&P: Tell me, do you remember? (I remember you so well.) Tell me, is it December? (This weather is giving me hell.)

JACOB: You're feeling sour, sour on my mind. You're giving me a bleeding heart-burn this feeling out like a tic.

P: Will I one day (be free?) Am I forced to (suffer) through this day after day? There's a voice inside my head, says,

J&P: Tell me, do you remember? (I remember you so well.) Tell me, is it December? (This weather is giving me hell.)

J: I recoil into myself. Shut inside till the next drought.

P: Your sweetness covers the salt of my, words that I left behind. There's a place beyond the pines. Reminds me that you were mine.
Track Name: Smooth As a Dead Baby's Bottom
JACOB&PATRICK: Wake up! Oh that's right, your eyes I did cut. You lie there screaming without your tongue. I put your legs in the air, making your child forever young. This was a bit forced, I must say, but frozen in time your child will stay. I saved him from this earth, not giving him a chance for birth. As you lie crying from the holes in your head just smile knowing that your child is better off dead. Goodbye now, go home! Yes I might call. Just kidding, I will not call, not even maybe, not even at all. Yes. Wait, what? They have doctors for such things. Yes, yes. I know you're a slut-butt. You really should get that baby gone. If not it will rip through you and come back home. So look, look, you waited now it's too late. So, as finger nails pierce you and blood pours out. This baby was mine, it was fate. But you as a mother was a joke. Now we both smile as you begin to choke. Found all need to feed an addiction. Living for false hopes in a world of fiction. Destroying all life just to keep your own. Within two houses we have no home. I slit the throats of those still unborn. Stay with open arms because your legs are torn. You used to call me baby. Just slit my throat instead. I can not help but shake from all the ghosts still in my bed. You say you love me more than all the voices in my head. What's the point of living if we're all better off dead?
Track Name: Stop, Ur Macking Me Mad
PATRICK: My life was built on a foundation of assumptions. Incomplete truths whispered slowly in my ear. When your weight leaves my shoulders I'll be free from all my fears.

JACOB: If this keeps up I swear you're dead. Focus on the meaningless is a fool's way to live.

J: Tear it all down, down below creation.

P: Is this all a game to you? If life is for the living then how dead do you have to be inside before we are all allowed to abandon ship? Prepare for mutiny.

J: Shut up, I won't hear it. Sit down, I don't want to see it.
Track Name: Time Share Condom
JACOB: I feel it burning, and i just want to dive in headfirst with you. But i sense the claws latch on and pull me back to where I'm from. nothing changes unless i change myself. I know i'm mostly just a prop but i could use a rewrite.

PATRICK: There's a voice in my throat, but I know it's not (my own). It coughs and wheezes and has claimed me as a throne. It scratches at (my words) and throws them like a stone.

J: I want your sympathy, but do not look at me, I don't know what to say, so please don't talk to me

P: I stare at the depth of the blue in the sky and sink into the dirt. I imagine the weight of the world upon me and collapse into myself.

J&P: I used to have eyes for only you. How could I have been so blind? There's a place I once called home, but it was never really mine. I've risen from the ashes, and now I miss the flame. I tell myself I'm changing, but know I'm still the same.

J: I'm hiding, it's blinding. raise the flag, cover it all, feed the dark, hone the wall. i peek through and burn myself, it's not worth it but I'm curious, what's happening across the glass but i'll just keep my distance

J&P: I used to have eyes for only you. How could I have been so blind? There's a place I once called home, but it was never really mine. I've risen from the ashes, and now I miss the flame. I tell myself I'm changing, but know I'm still the same. I'm still the same.
Track Name: Vias
P: This house feels alive, it smells of death, it looks like decay. the growth
J: on the walls, i swear i saw it move. in its clutches, this place is being taken
J&P: back by the earth it came from.
P: There is something else here.
J: Memories dance before me but they feel artificial, welcoming a guest.
P: A shadow faces my back faster than my eyes can turn. The farther I walk into this circle i feel my chest
J&P: constrict
J&P: and my blood run cold.
J: Four walls can't always make a home. I search for a door. I search for an exit. I search for the meaning behind my solitude. My escape is hopeless. I woke alone but know there's another near me, biding its time, waiting to strike. I know there's another right behind . . .
P: I shiver. It is near. I have felt, this before. If death wants, to take me, I can not, fight it back.
J&P: The ambience grows louder and piercing. It is coming from nowhere