AVIATOR / SPIRIT FANGS SPLIT

by SPIRIT FANGS

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AVIATOR:
TJ Copello - vocals
Aviv Marotz - drums
Mat Morin - guitar
Mike Moschetto - bass, vocals
Mike Russo - guitar, vocals

SPIRIT FANGS:
Diego Napoles - vocals
AJ Salazar - drums
Adam Elramly - guitar
Nick Serrato - bass
Chris Cabezudo - guitar

credits

released 12 June 2012

Aviator side engineered and mixed by Mike Moschetto
Recorded at The Office (North Andover, MA) March 2012

Spirit Fangs side engineered and mixed by Alex Estrada
Recorded at Earth Capital (Los Angeles, CA) May 2012

Mastered by Jay Maas at Getaway 2.0 (Haverhill, MA) June 2012

Cover image/layout by Mike Moschetto

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Track Name: A Thousand Monkeys- AVIATOR
In their eyes I am holding onto what is dead and gone.

For them to say what is dead and gone is none of their concern.

I've awoke in a dark room; the sun is going down.

My mind's becoming its own tomb; my body's stuck in the ground.

I've had issues recalling dreams, not all involving sleep.

What's happened to me? I haven't had a solid thought in weeks.

I said I'd write and I swear to God I tried; I'll apologize when the time is right.

All there is to find will be found
And all the books will come unbound
And all that we have built will fall
And all of us end up in the ground.

All we have is our foolhardy dreams, but that's neither here nor there, it seems.

We are just a disease.

In their eyes we are holding on to what is dead and gone.

It's none of your concern.
Track Name: A Thousand Typewriters - AVIATOR
With shards of broken hearts, we carved a map in our arms and followed the scars home,

Where we were once convinced to blame our shadows on ghosts.

I have yet to justify a reason why I feel this way (a steady loss of faith)

And I admit I have yet to find a reason why I tried in the first place (a fucking hopeless state).

Life is a grave when you're digging for a meaning - you'll die alone before you fully figure it out.

It's gotten hard enough to ask without screaming.

Our throats are fucking worn out.

And how disillusioned I feel forced to feel.

There never was a purpose, just stop the noise in my veins.

To us bleeding hearts: will we ever stop the bleeding?

After all the healing starts, we are still beating.

I am still beating myself up - over everything, over nothing at all.

These gaping holes between the lines, the constant weight falling upon my eyes.

We carved a map in our arms and we followed the scars home,

Where we were once just kids who blamed our shadows.

Supposed we're happiest when not obsessed with anyone,
(I have yet to justify a reason why I dug this grave)
I'd still feel valueless, unimpressed with a single thing I've done.
(It's gotten hard enough to feel without bleeding)
Track Name: Hand Over Heart - SPIRIT FANGS
Oh My God!
I can't believe it's happening to me of all people
Take me home
I've never thrown up like this
can you tell me, please just tell me

where she went / who are her best friends
i just wanna get closer to her
can you take me, please just push me there

we got 20 minutes left before they stop selling anything
if you give six minutes i swear i'll make you think i can give everything

is this where your heart is?
let it go

Mark my words
I'll win her

Is what you thought when you first walked in?
what would happen / how the night ends

Mark my words
I'll win her
Mark my words
I will make her mine
Track Name: Bloodriders - SPIRIT FANGS
My world wasn't built for two
don't say where I've been or what I do
I find myself doing things I never do

out of place / out of touch
walking home to walk it off

I've never seen so much blood
in all my life
tell everyone that I loved
that i was right

I'll never let me go / I can't I won't

who has been laying down in my deathbed?
who has been filling my casket with stones?

whatever happens to me
I want it all to happen to you

she's just like gravity / weighing me down
skinny like an anchor / roots in the ground

I'll never let me go / I can't, no I won't

the vultures circle overhead
closing in
the last thought that goes through my head
has always been

I will never live this love again
all i haven't
everything i touch turns to stone
all alone

I'm always alone til she's here
(always alone)
All alone

she said welcome to hell with heaven in her eyes
I stare in the mirror i see two of me