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by Pseudo/Sentai

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A concept album about discovering your significance by realizing your insignificance.

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released July 17, 2010

All songs written, performed and produced by Scott Baker & Greg Murphy.
Except for "Wonder Stood," which was recorded and produced by Tyler Smyth.

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Pseudo/Sentai Columbus, Ohio

[RED] = Scott Baker: Vocals/Guitar/Programming
[BLUE] = Greg Murphy: Guitar/Vocals/Programming

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Track Name: Wonder Stood
V:
Work Machine, produce like geyser!
Wonder stood before her!
And with pickled-eye peered into the distress she possesses,
Enabling second
guesses.
And now she soaks,
Soaks in bastardess salt spots.
Data dropped and
re-devoured,
Never will forever remain.

C:
Meeting the milestone,
Tawdry with menstruation.
Mechanical care ensnares
Her animatronic
destination.

V:
Hush and burn.
Earn, you worm.
Silently slither to my
door.
Wonder stood above her
With encrypted questionnaire,
Leveling the
playing field of process.
Incalculable intentions gone awry.
Dystopian discharge mobilizing the Cattlery.
Scabbing, as we all scab!

C:
Meeting the milestone,
Tawdry with menstruation.
Mechanical care ensnares
Her animatronic
destination.

Can you blame
the labia?

Meeting the milestone!
Biding time in a Draconian
mudslide,
Malarky is making its mark.
The inhibited now inhabit.
Wonder
stood and gave her legs!

What a sore, sore user.
What a sore, sore user.
Why don't you stop and snort the flower?
Track Name: Artsem
I've got your Artsem.
She's the injected.
The River never meant anything to them.
Ten wombs defective of the eleven.
But the one masterstroke will purge this world of sin.

Déjà vu of Love's pretense,
He's got a demon.
The sleeping the wake will always follow you.

I stabbed him in the eyes,
And thirty days passed by.
His life means more, so he must die.
Track Name: What Is My Armed Nemesis?
Handing over what kept us from being at wrist.
Elbow below the belt!
Too heavy for shoulders.

Intellecluse on the loose,
Jittered and jaded by the race he had faith in.

Behind enemy lines!
Your stomping ground
Boiling rapidly
With the fuel of disdain.

WHO WILL JUDAS YOU?
Track Name: Lady Time Travel
Heavy cardiac muscle finally defying gravity.
Make my ticker tock like a clock with a voice box.
Silver ring lining reflecting the sun while we retire from the night.

I forget the world is on a rat trap.
You stop my personal apocalypse
With a collision of lips,
'83-'84 Champion.

So much of the hourglass wasted
Awaiting eventual joint ventures.
Dancing hares on the back of my neck,
The lions of dandy eject.

I forget the world is on a rat trap.
You stop my personal apocalypse
With a collision of lips.
'83-'84 Champion.

I will be your pillow.
Track Name: Babylawn
In this, the Anti-Jungle, the zookeeper says "Getindabox, let me lock you up, let me lock you down, and keep you buried."

They kill them with their love.
Their fashion is famine.
The self trampling huddled messes.

"They are the silly creations of an imagination that is not conscious of its freaks. In other words, they are a dream, and you are the maker of it."

Animatronic revenue reverends
Curb stomp the flock. "Lemme lock you up, lemme lock you down!
You best get married!"

They kill them with their love
Their fashion is famine
The self trampling huddled messes

Barcode battered brimstone butchers
Are coming for you and yours...

WAITING IN YOUR BABYLAWN
Track Name: You Are But A Thought [A] I - Skinning Gods
I am going to skin your god.
I am going to skin your GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD!
Track Name: You Are But A Thought [A] II - High on the Eve of the End
Nothing is sacred when luxury is expected from all.
Track Name: You Are But A Thought [A] III - We Are All Similar Crayons
Snowbound, aimed for hell's winter.
Placebo prayers wont get us out alive.
Etched out reactors set the reactor.
Color me wrong if there's reason for optimism.

We are all similar crayons- oh oh oh.
Track Name: You Are But a Thought [A] IV - Stone Weepings
And love will decide who lives or who dies

Sedimentary sentiment, has led us here via circumvent
Track Name: Gun In The Oven
Load when its over, reload then its over.

Internal extraterrestrial
Turning dial and stomach.
Let it out and it will transform you to exactly nill.
It's heating up, too much will never be enough.

Load when its over, reload then its over.

Emotion sickness gets the better
Of all afflicted by the weather.
AK OK! Slug to the chamber!
Eagle of the desert on a mission to shame her.
A different caliber of caliber.
Son of a god damn gun, the new challenger!

Reading magazines, please just get to the hollow point. Feeding tragedy with shells from Momma Bird's beak.

She will always love her alien,
Unconditionally with conditioning.
Nothing is automatic.

Load when its over, reload then its over.
Track Name: Photoshopaholics
Menacing blemishes? Sidestep imperfections
With the assistance of software illusions.
You plus a lens, plus a reflection
Equals the modern fake.

Clicking the flaws away.
Artificial imagery spreading quickly.

Photoshopaholics smokescreening with clarity,
programmed to drastically mislead.
Photoshopaholics, thank you for CUNTributing to the continuing trend of synthetic beauty!

Lining your eyes with lies,
Strip down and say "hi!" to the world at large.
That'll grab daddy's attention. Won't it, whore?

Clicking the flaws away.
Artificial imagery spreading quickly.

Photoshopaholics smokescreening with clarity,
programmed to drastically mislead.
Photoshopaholics, thank you for contributing to the continuing trend of synthetic beauty.

What fickle, fickle creatures you are.
What fickle, fickle objects you turn yourselves into.
What fickle, fickle creatures you are.
What fickle, fickle objects you turn yourselves into.

Photoshopaholics smokescreening with clarity,
programmed to drastically mislead.
Photoshopaholics, thank you for CUNTributing to the continuing trend of synthetic beauty.
Track Name: Electric Brain Shivers
Cranial scene change, flashback to the future.
Spinal rotation causing fizzle-vision,
Tremors transmit throughout.

Withdrawing a putrid picture show.
I am just a phase I will pass away.

Caterwauls crawl through the halls of skulls.
This current is currently dizzying.

Cranial scene change to the lighting child,
Unaware of the friction she caused.
It was then i realized
I am just a phase, I will pass away.

Caterwauls crawl through the halls of skulls.
The current is currently dizzying.

Caterwauls crawl through the halls of skulls.
The current is currently dizzying.

Withdrawing a putrid picture show.
I am just a phase, I will pass away.
Track Name: You Are But A Thought [B] - Extinction's Brink (and Why We Sprint to It)
In the Orphan Age, Doomsdale is never far away.
In God we crust, she's on the dust...
Sending succubus after succubus.
Doubting everything I've heard through written or spoken word.

Is there any right left?
Is there any right left?

In the Mess Age, the moral swamp hatches
Untimely plans, with unreasonable demands.

Your mercy is so cruel, where's the comedy I knew?
Banished.
You are but a thought, nothing more.

Once again, it appears...
The Barricade!
I refuse to stand down.