This is for anyone who has been wondering what weve been up to these past few months.

Some of us are still finishing high school, some of us are working, or looking for jobs to make that money, while at the same time loving this just as much, if not more than when we started it, even though when we started it, none of us really had a care in the world money wise, we were all 14-17. Were all at least 17 now, with our oldest being 20.

Anyways, were almost done writing for this cd. Weve tried to take our time on it, as not to rush anything. We should be doing some demo tracking in the next few weeks, and serious recordings to follow. We'll probably post up a clip or two showing you guys what to expect, so watch out for that.

Lets just say we cant wait for you guys to hear this stuff, we have progressed so much as a band, and we cant wait to see what the response is, good or bad. We'll be redoing all 3 songs on our last demo, Confrontations with a ghost, Inhale in Exile, and An epihany, plus the untitled song we posted.(it will have a title on the cd, lyrics below) Plus 4 or 5 more. Were currently writing the 4th, and the 5th will be done if we feel we have the time.

Weve all grown up in this band, withstood some of the tests and trials bands go through as people and with our families, and we've stuck together, lets just say it has to get better before it gets any worse.

Thank you guys for all the support you give us all the time, its means alot to us, and we hope to see you all in the future.

Lyrics for the new song are below,

We love you, White Arms

 

 

 

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There's an emptiness about this place that tells me I've escaped this before. And now to crawl through it all, as i do, nothings changed. There's a silence about it all, that tells me I've seen it all. I've given in to a way I've found, that works for me, a key. Ive brought ideas, a set of beliefs. Ive brought ideas, this time. Shaking your severed hand while only you fall, I have tried and tried harder. Ill give you your own hand, and recite as you realize, "I am alive, and mankind is on our side, we were built to destroy." Simply wandering I tread, rethinking a struggle. Simply wandering.

 

 

Confrontations With A Ghost

A phone call stops the process, he puts his utensils down.

The voice states, "Something went wrong, we can't send them back, they're coming for you!"

I am a victim of my own creation.

The operators are of flesh and blood, but they bare no intelligence.

Soon enough, I'll get what I deserve. The longer, the better.

I knew no good could come of this. Greed controls even the strongest of men.


The beam above my head fails, and they fall through, leaving nothing in their wake.

And as my top is torn from my bottom, no shrieks or screams.

Justice.

Retribution is why I created them.

Retribution is what I created.

Inhale In Exile

No matter what they pit against him, he will not conform.

Sometimes, soldiers fight alone and they win.

He fights alone and he wins.

He wins.

He stands strong in his quest, and he shall rule with an iron fist.

Against the might of a million men, he wins.

He'll win battles, and he'll win wars, and he shall rule with an iron fist.

And the world shall see things his way.

Cold as stone, and fucking immortal.


But at the end of his miserable life he lays, and he says, "Ill never know what comes of this place, but I know I took my chances here. And now, I'll just do my time, alone.

I can't stay in this place.

And what of those nights, with the stars?

They were nothing to me, and shooting stars would be better if they came down as the wishes we hoped for."

An Epiphany

You've taught your sons to be loved by their mothers.

Because, it's all in the story, in the way it's told, and how you listen. Listen for the good, and the hopeful, and you shall see good things. A life worth the wait.

Listen for the bad, and the hateful, and you shall see bad things.

A life hateful, not worth the wait.

Just listen.


Nothing makes sense here, you can't name this place. But you jumped and now you're here until you decide to run.

But you can't decide.


Just listen.


And that's the fact you're living to find. Running in all the wrong directions.

That's the fact you'll die living to find because you had no idea otherwise.
Running forever.


One day I found a way out, and decided to take it. Now things are odd and all that's known is distance.

And how can you sleep when you don't know how?


Because, it's all in the story, in the way it's told, and how you listen. I've learned this; no amount of dedication goes unrewarded.

I've learned this, giving up is not always a sign of weakness.


Out here, no one can sense your weaknesses.

I have no space for the weak.

I'll keep with the strong.