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Quiet World

by Gatherers

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1.
God Deluxe 01:58
Pass it down the frequencies Carved initials on the pipebomb or you could kill yourself complacently liberated on a chain Where is your contingency? Where is your relief? Dig your hands into the ground. Bring us back to sleep. Strip it down, Buy it up We combust. Give us blood Size it up God deluxe. Sell your faith Strange we meet this way You barter love in lieu of our trust Superstitious days Load up your gun and let the shake of your grip break. Dig your hands into the ground. Strange we meet this way. Board it up Load your gun. Superstitious days.
2.
Tired Hands 02:54
It fell from heaven on an anchor Dragged our love to the sea I fought a wave of hesitation to keep reminding myself to breath The world is sinking into me and through it it’s all too exhausting So retreat from all the years we don’t have or carry on There’s an old fire in your chest and it does a violent dance I can’t keep fighting your battles when my patience is spent What’s the point in finding balance if you never make amends and we all die in our struggles with the same tired hands? Put your beliefs in the ground and let your love run amok. We choose distractions over sleep and find no answers in between I feel defeated and bruised but I’ll learn to make do Before I find myself as fragile as you, knowing all these years will put you in a grave Knowing all these years that I don’t have the heart to bear.
3.
Crows 02:32
We built this congress on a burial plot We send our love to the tune of an atom bomb We’re the calm and collected We’re the diseased percentage Marching your children to the beat of an empty oil drum Stay sedated What is mine is never yours There’s no progress only cheap imitation We’re not so different, we’re just cheap imitations Where we draw our water is where we bury our dead Leave us out to wander Everyday, everywhere is hell You’ll never know You won’t hear it coming You won’t hear it coming You won’t hear us come in. No, no, no Tied your body up and dragged you down. Hung you from the capital for crows to come and tear you apart.
4.
Assembly 03:10
In the city sun we all bow and scrape for days as the rats congregate What good am I to you, if I can’t sell you your beliefs? What good am I to you, if I can’t purge you on a dime? When all you ever do is bargain your repentance two for five Wait, tell me you’re listening Tell me that we’re doing well and we’re all invisible. Say that you wear us proud Drown us in demise. In this ocean of chemical noise There are no miracles, only ticker tape. Live from a bomb shelter Resurrect and celebrate. What good am I to you, if we keep talking in circles? We send distress calls to heaven, A red light on repeat. Day after day this world grows colder, so passive and forced cruel and calculated so 1984 Everyone, everywhere Shed yourselves of everything and gather in the street We’re falling to pieces We’re so pulled apart and we fight with no purpose. We’re all disassembled from the start And on the day we die, We’ll ascend into heaven to a sign on the door “back in five”
5.
You wear a heavier crown You charm a really big crowd But in the loudest rooms you find no sympathy. Fake it til you choke on your regrets Now put your cigarette down and fill your words with doubt to a hollowed out motel room bible. You’re played out You’re a stray to be put down Oh, we’ve come to watch you drown in misunderstanding and you think you wear it proud. Oh, we’ve come to watch you drown So save us your complex We’ve known what you’re about. We are all alone, fading together.
6.
Lay down your skin and let us in. What comforts the sheep on the night before the slaughter? What’s to believe? What’s to hold on to? You drag the weight with blistering skin A deafening calm buried the lake. The silver tarnished to black and you’re greener by the day Put on your mask and follow me down through the roots and the crop Pass the torch in silent exchange  Hands pulling you under a ritual fade. Lay your flowers by the pyre, give your eyes to the trees – You are the rope and I am the chair beneath.
7.
In desperate times your indifference will slowly cripple you like cholera. Decimate and shiver til you're grey I wanna lie in your bed and ‘X’ out the days Until your waves crash Until your frame snaps You’ll say “It’s all okay; I want you to cave in with me” Miles away and in between It’s all the same, subtle dying. You lie awake, forget to breathe It’s all the same, constant fighting. Infect us with a hope you can’t deprive In this worldwide quarantine In this homeless shelter we struck up a slow dance. A cold empty cup in the shiver of your hand drags along a wired fence I laid in your bed today, rusting away. I felt the same. The subtle dying.
8.
Morning ruptures. Snow-like it descends. Let our children be reborn in a field of gold and diminishing napalm. Existence on a kite string, delicate and calm We run aimlessly forever Let our children be reborn on the day after the war.
9.
You laid your body on the ground as you said You’ll find no peace in the Earth, So you’d rather play dead than be remembered You poured another to fight the rain the and cold at your window. Come in and waste away with me Momentary fall from your balcony Our bodies on the concrete, we’re all tributary kill For the worms to feed. My slow decay My super eight. Incinerate We put our lives on display to watch them come undone frame by frame.
10.
Television 03:01
I’ve seen a million different people, the same routine Are you just caught up in some memory? Pull the knife from one another Mistook you for some enemy You don’t have to be so cold, Some paper heart that quietly unfolds when all you feel is terrible We dance upon the lives we take We dance upon the lives we take We dance upon the lives we take Televise the love we fake. Televise the love we fake. Televise the love we fake. There has to be something more in your bones.
11.
So who’s to blame? When it’s in your blood, too much to brave You can count your blessings only for so long Until they all feel the same A new religion under a banner You can’t foster love You preach division and there’s nothing sadder You’re allegiant all the same But I want to be somebody I want to be your human bomb I want to be somebody I want to bleed American Lead us to shelter Lead us to air Feed us the cancer Manufacture the cure Your status quo upon a cross You sport our lives on a crown In this quiet world, who will save us? Who will pray for me? It’s all backwards. Long live our sadness on a flag – If it’s all a crippling fear, if it’s all a fever dream You won’t find us anymore We’ve pulled apart all the seams. The same blood. The same dreams. Tell your kids to die with me.

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released July 31, 2015

Written & Produced by Gatherers
Recorded by Adam Cichocki at Timber Studios in Bayonne, NJ
Mixed by Brad Wood at Seagrass Studio in Valley Village, CA
Mastered by Joe Laporta at Sterling Sound in New York, NY
Additional vocals by Jon Ferretti, Lisa Zalenski & Karsten Barabas

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