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In loving memory of Kerry Marshall

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released March 1, 2015

Mixed/Mastered by Luke Martin of Versed Audio
Artwork by Comatose Design
Vocals Written/Recorded by Joe Edwards of Shields (UK)
Written/Recorded by Matt Marshall

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Matt Marshall Burton Upon Trent, UK

Solo Musician from Burton-on-Trent, UK.

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Track Name: Monument
I am wasted, I feel like my bodies been digested, beaten, leant upon. Another way out.
But not for me.

Over and over and over and over, this way isn't getting any older.
Over and over and over and over, but you never gave back, what I gave to you.

Through it all I saw your ghost, the fog cleared and left me hope.
Your silhouetted fractured bones, the broken lips from which you spoke.

You fucking disgrace!

Do you remember, those nights we passed? We were frozen.

Over and over and over and over, this way isn't getting any older.
Over and over and over and over, but you never gave back, what I gave to you.

I always hung to the top of your problems, insecurities and irritations.
Track Name: Hollow
Have you ever felt so low?
So bored of life?
It shoots the heart ache through your skin, deep into your bones.

The worst part is living like you don’t need life, it’s like your sleeping in a bath of broken glass.
But if you breathe in the scent of the earth, it can be your medicine, relieve your hurt.

And if you’re living in a place of rest, it will be your serotonin.

Have you ever felt so low?
So bored of life?
It shoots the heartache through your skin, deep into your bones.

We are given so much yet we learn so little, and now the world is ours and its death ridden.
We walk through the cities of day littered with the disjointed and infected limbs of the night.

I’ve become a living parasite of life. I’ve buried my being into the soul of something that wasn’t mine.
Track Name: The Grave
Get the fuck out.
This is my house, this is my family. You've already fucked it up enough. Fuck you.

You walked through my door like the shit that you are, smile on your face but drinking is what’s on your mind. Every step you take closer to me is just one step closer to your fucking hell.

Do you like drinking gasoline?
I’d love to fucking burn you.

I watched every drop of ethanol ignite beneath your rotten skin, and I watched you burn!

Brother watch your mouth, bite your tongue and choke on it.
You’ve said enough, you've done so much to burden us.
Every step you take closer to me is just one step closer to your fucking hell.

We are, we are, the poison you've become.
We are, we are, the grave beneath your feet.

Everything we have, has died with you.

Memory is all that’s left until I burn it down.

Your bones have wasted to shit, your disease has turned you to death.

I always said you're not worth fighting for.
You buried your head beneath the floor.

We are, we are, the poison you've become.
We are, we are, the grave beneath your feet.

Every step you take is one step closer to your fucking hell.
Track Name: Tempest
I'm not a bad person, but I do bad things.
Delved deep into the dark part of me.

I stretched her out to the end of desperation, poured salt in the infected wounds.

I broke every bone in her hands to stop her holding on.

I’m not a bad person, but I do bad things; running around the cell my mind has become.

Just to stare at myself cut/ bleed it out of my skin. I’ve been clawing at the walls so much my finger prints have disappeared.

I picked bones out from her spine just to hang them up to dry, my woman knew I was lying when I came home with death on my mind.

I’m not a bad person but I’ve done bad things, delved deep into the dark part of me.
It’s like the bones under my skin are driving me down a road of conflict and evil.

I bit down so hard that I choked on my own blood, coughing and spluttering though my closed teeth so that I could spit pain at her. Sound has lost all meaning, and touch is just there to hurt. Life goes on and continues to rotate around me, yet I remain stuck in my head in this fantasy world.