Forgive Me, Mother Earth

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ATLAS DECAY IS:
Sean Calangelo: Drums
Brian Campbell: Vocals
Cris Hughes: Bass
Adam Osche: Guitar

ATLAS DECAY WOULD LIKE TO THANK:
First and foremost, our friends and families for motivating and believing in us. Thank you for letting us do what we love most.

Our supporters that donated to make this album possible:
The Fundark crew, Joe Wendling, Erin Gilligan, Bobby Crow, Josh Zinsser, Melinda Hughes, Tobias Riemenschneider, Al Campbell, and Seth Osche.

Welcome to this crazy world, Mitchell; we love you.

For all of those suffering and struggling with mental health issues, substance abuse, and addiction. To anyone bullied or ostracized: this is for you. You are not alone, and you are loved.

RECORDED AT WESTFALL RECORDING CO. NEW YORK
www.westfallrecording.com
Thanks to the beasts at Westfall for bringing our noise to life:
Anthony Lopardo
Ray Marte
Billy Pfister

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Thanks to the beast that makes it look good:
Tyler McFadden

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released July 18, 2016

Recorded at Westfall Recording Company - New York

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Track Name: Slaves
Inside we want it. We claim all there is to take.
And outside we flaunt it. We rape and disintegrate all that she ever made.
The course of our actions has left our lives in the calloused and cold hands of fate.
The scale of forgiveness is weighing our lives on the curve of a sharpened blade.
Lives once so violent, our cries now grow silent.

This is what you get when you make bad decisions.
And these are the results of your sickening ambitions.
The walls can’t maintain manifestations of your brain.
So let this incision be your final lesson.
We are professional, gutless backstabbers.
We made a business out of throwing our brothers and sisters straight to the wolves.

But I guess it’s no different. We were slaves in our golden age.
With a different master who hid behind advertising and signing our lives away.
And damn what a shame. There won’t be a story to tell or a soul to blame.
So as we burn down in flames, we flip open the book and we black out the names.
Lives once so violent, our cries now grow silent.

This is what you get when you make bad decisions.
And these are the results of your sickening ambitions.
The walls can’t maintain manifestations of your brain.
So let this incision be your final lesson.
We are professional, gutless backstabbers.
We made a business out of throwing our brothers and sisters straight to the wolves.

This is what you get when you make bad decisions.
And these are the results of your sickening ambitions.
We’re slaves.

We have to lay inside the bed we have made.
No longer free. Lived out as slaves.
Track Name: The Beast
We put our souls in this.
The only way we know to release the chips
we carry upon our shoulders.
The pile grows high and we keep getting older.
Like robots we work away
to escape the mundane day to day.
Waiting to just be seen
by someone who sees the beauty in our dream.

I try take a bigger bite of fruit that I could never eat.
The steps I walk are meant for someone with a bigger stride than me
The face I wear. What a thing to entrust to convey all my lust for the moment I want.
I pull my feet from out the sand. I pick up my options like stones in my hand and I-
I skip my stones I see the ripples come to meet my toes.
I’m standing on the shore of time. I watch my windows open, close.
I see my reflection and the face that’s staring back at me
is one I thought I’d recognize, but looks so worn and withered in defeat.
For you can make a choice and you can always make a change,
but don’t forget of consequence. A foreign concept in this age.
So throw your stones out far and see no matter what the reach
Your choices ripple back to you and crash onto your perfect little beach.

You say you can’t be bought or sold.
Your lies are worth their weight in gold.
Denial never made it untrue
You need the beast more than the beast needs you.

I’m slowly killing myself
With what I love more than anything else
I’m falling hard for the beast again
Please let me in! Please let me in!
Do I put my heart up on the shelf?
And kill my dream just like everyone else?
I want hear that beast scream again.
Please let me in please let me in.

I want this beast to take me, heart and soul.

Stop holding on to childish dreams,
dreams are what rip you apart at the seams.
Some get a little more in their cup.
Your drink’s at the bottom, now man the fuck up.

We play our part and in the night we suffer for our art.
The pain onto paper for an open view of a broken heart.
I guess you could say we were damned from the start.
Benevolence in bitter, dying stars

I skip my stones and see the ripples come to meet my toes.
I play it off and wait, but deep inside the beast already knows.

You are my beast and burden.
The blood in my veins is boiling over.
The closer I get the more it hurts
Enough to keep my warm heart sober.
Track Name: Bigger Wings
Withering away I wish to stay.
These souls are worth saving.
No stones worth engraving.
A flitter in the Milky Way I’ll stay.
These souls are worth saving, you must think I’m raving mad.
But is it really that bad? Wanting back what you used to have?
If these moments are my last I will spend them free.

Your eyes rise up to meet me.
Hold my hand and we’ll be free.
The ground won’t rise to meet you.
Fly and hang your tired feet.

Bending and breaking. The flooding, eroding.
Concerning, gut-turning. The forests are burning.
The bones of our mother have begun to crumble.
There’s no time to stumble, yet no place to run.
With our hands in the vice and the tools in their hands,
we will feel a pain that goes beyond the words of man.

And I know it’s just a game that people play.
Until my dying day I play away.

Your eyes rise up to meet me.
Hold my hand and we’ll be free.
The ground won’t rise to meet you.
Fly and hang your tired feet.

Withering away I wish to stay.
These souls are worth saving.
No stones worth engraving.
A flitter in the Milky Way I’ll stay.
These souls are worth saving, you must think I’m raving mad.

It’s tragic, the tactic!
All life is reset.
So elegant, so proficient.
We know what’s happening.
Galactic reimagining.
All life is reset.
So elegant, so proficient.

Withering away I wish to stay.
These souls are worth saving.
No stones worth engraving.
A flitter in the Milky Way I’ll stay.
These souls are worth saving, you must think I’m raving mad.
But is it really that bad? Wanting back what you used to have?
If these moments are my last I will spend them free.

Your eyes rise up to meet me, you are alive.
Hold my hands and we’ll be free, you are alive.
The ground won’t rise to meet you.
Fly and hang your tired feet.
Track Name: Caved
Searching for a cave, to crawl in and hide until the walls cave and give me away.
On oceans I sail, until my wings find air and I rise up above the swell.
But the winds always change, and I drift into a mountain range.
Filled with faces I don’t want to know, until I’m left chatting with your ghost.

I feel it when you come to close to me.
You’re the part of my dreams that wake me from a dead sleep.
I’ll keep you where it means the most to me; in the fondest parts of my memory.

Peeling layers away, to feel the sun on my skin one last time before I decay.
Just one last time to feel something worth feeling, that elusive peace of mind.
Searching for a well to at last quench my thirst and to drown down my hate for myself.
And if I am going to hell, I’ll make my last words count. I got a soul to sell.

I feel it when you’re close to me.
You’re the part of my dreams that wake me from a dead sleep.
I’ll keep you where it hurts the most for me, in the deepest parts of my memory.
I’m feeling you grip me too tightly. Your face paints the walls of my dreams every night, please
take it all away from me and leave me with this serenity.

Counting down the days in the hopes that everything left of you fades away.
Please sever this line, because it rings every time that I begin to feel fine.
Searching for a well to get drunk and fill up the hole that I made for myself.
And if I am going to hell, you better jump now ‘cause the ship’s going down in the swell.
I feel it when you come to close to me.
You’re the part of my dreams that wake me from a dead sleep.
I’ll keep you where it hurts the most for me, in the deepest parts of your memory.
I’m feeling you grip me too tightly. Your face paints the walls of my dreams every night, please
take it all away from me and leave me with this serenity.

Down, down, down.
I would crack open my skull just to let you get out of my head.
Round, round, round.
I’m trying to move up, but you’re breaking me down and I can’t find sleep.
The faces you painted are walls of my memory. Of my memory.

I’ve been searching for a cave, to crawl in and hide until the walls cave and give me away.
On oceans I sail, until my wings find air and I rise up above the swell.
But the winds always change, and I drift into a mountain range.
Filled with faces I don’t want to know, until I’m left chatting with your ghost.
I feel it when you come to close to me.
You’re the part of my dreams that wake me from a dead sleep.
I’ll keep you right where you are meant to be, in the rotten parts of my memory.
Track Name: The Everdead II (Elias The Empty)
And so it does begin again, a battle for the Everdead.
The field wiped bare, the slate washed clean.
The blood has filtered from the streams.
So let new men arm to the teeth with sharpened sword and polished sheath.
To wage new war for all they know.
More battered kings and broken thrones.
They listen to their general with a fire in his veins.
“The horse you ride to victory, your hands now hold the reigns.
So kick up dust before you rust. This god forsaken rain
Won’t wash away the blood we spill. The crown we claim today!”

A million footprints wash away in the sand.
You’ll never wipe the blood from off your hands.
A blood dance with our sisters and brothers, slaying each other in the name of the mother we blaze on

Elias, the stricken carrying on. You are young, a burning sun.
Elias, each victor holds his cards close to his heart. My burning star.

The spear will pull the bodies of the dead.
The mouths of the children must be fed.
Elias will break down all these walls.

A spark ignites the flames of an army set to take the stage.
A bath of red rides through the field, so take up sword and hardened shield.
The faces walled in front of you, the demons in the night
will scream as they’re dissected and you will shudder with delight.
These pigs are fit for slaughter, their eyes reflect a blinding fear.
So slay wife, father, son and daughter. The reckoning is here.

A million footprints wash away in the sands.
You’ll never wash the blood from off your hands.
This is the mark of the funeral precession
Of billions of people not learning their lesson.

Elias, the stricken carry on. You are young, a burning sun.
Elias, each victor holds his cards close to his heart. My burning star.

Little doth he know, the fates will take their turn.
A reaping of the stars. This boy will be a man of universal scars.
With timing done unkind, shining light unto the blind.

The spear will pull the bodies of the dead.
The mouths of the children must be fed.
A million footprints wash away in the sands
And you’ll never wipe the blood from off your hands.
A reaping of the stars. This boy will be a man of universal scars

This, my Elias.
The spear will pull the bodies of the dead.
The mouths of the children, be fed.
This Elias will bring the final fall.
Track Name: Lost, The Hypocrites' Hoedown
Let the rain pour, let the beat throw down.
Let my head spin, let them scream and shout.
Let me move them, their bodies are shaking.
Let me listen, their souls it is taking.
Don’t stop the music, but stop the press.
Light up the sky and we’ll dance away this mess.
Lay with me now and rub out your sorrow.
Tomorrow a whore, but today’s not tomorrow.

So dance with me now and prove what they say,
that a girl’s only as strong as her hormones decide.
And her eyes won’t cry when she’s torn up inside,
only when she’s torn between lies.

‘Cause we’re the cancer of this dance floor,
and we’re forsakers of canvas and paper.
We don’t deserve the right to speak
and it’s a freedom we abuse, but believe.
You’re voices have been heard and heard again.
The next day comes silence and agendas come in.
We’ve all got a little self-doubt and deceit.
In hypocrisy’s halo, inside us it sleeps.

So shout out your message to love one and all,
but hang your brother when his opinions fall.
The music is lies in the dance of sharp tongues.
In the hypocrites’ hoedown, we’re all lost.

So dance with me now and prove what they say,
that a girl’s only as strong as her hormones decide.
And her eyes won’t cry when she’s torn up inside,
only when she’s torn between lies.

We are lost, we’re lost at what cost?
We’re lost in the hypocrites’ hoedown.

In the hypocrite’s hoedown.