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by Wanderer

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1.
YOU’VE GOT TO TAKE A STAND; YOUR BROTHERS ARE BEHIND YOU GIVING EVERYTHING THEY’VE GOT. I BELIEVE IN YOU MORE THAN ANYONE IN THIS WORLD. BRING YOUR BROTHERS DOWN AND KEEP THE DAUGHTERS AT HOME. MAKE THEM INTO MEN OF THE MASSES. OUT OF SIGHT AND OUT OF MIND, THE WISHES OF YOUR WIVES ARE MISLEADING - WAKE UP LOVER, WAKE UP. WAKE UP. THE BRIGHTEST LIGHT LIVES AT THE END OF THE PASSAGE. YOU HAVE TO BREAK THROUGH CONCRETE AND STONE ONLY TO HAVE THE SUN BURN YOUR VERY SIGHT. THERE’S NO SILVER LINING. THIS CAN’T BE UNDONE. PUT DOWN THE BOTTLE. PUT DOWN THE GUN. THERE IS LIGHT AT THE END OF THE PASSAGE. YOU HAVE TO BREAK THROUGH CONCRETE AND STONE ONLY TO HAVE THE SUN BURN YOUR VERY SIGHT. YOU ARE JUST A KID; YOU’RE JUST IN LOVE WITH LOVE. YOU’LL GROW UP BUT YOU’LL GIVE IN.
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Castaway 03:30
INSTANCES OF MONOCHROME; THE SADNESS HITS THE EYES. ROLLING DOWN YOUR CHEEK IS THE PROUD BLOOD OF YOUR BROTHERS. I WON’T FORGET WHAT YOU PUT ME THROUGH. DECEIVING AND DENYING - NOT KNOWING WHO’S WORSE: ARCHITECT OF MY SURROUNDINGS. DAYS HAVE PASSED AND THE MEMORIES HAVE BEEN LOST ALONG THE WAY. I’M TIRED OF YOUR EXCUSES I’M TIRED OF YOUR MISTAKES IRREPRESSIBLE ANGER. I’M AFRAID I WON’T BE ABLE TO CONTROL MYSELF. TIRED OF YOUR EXCUSES TIRED OF YOUR MISTAKES YOU WALK FROM PLACE TO PLACE BECAUSE IF YOU STAY TOO LONG YOU’LL BREAK THE BONDS; YOU’LL BREAK THE BONDS. I FEEL AWAKE BUT I CAN’T FEEL AT ALL BECAUSE MY HANDS ARE BRUISED AND BROKEN. I’M PULLING NAILS FOR GOD’S SAKE. I DON’T WANT TO SEE YOUR FUCKING FACE AGAIN, DON’T WANT TO SEE YOUR FUCKING FACE AGAIN. YOU’VE BECOME THE WICKEDEST MAN IN THE WORLD. GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY FACE. THE GALES WHISPER YOUR NAME LIKE NO ONE ELSE WILL. CONFINED TO THE DUST AND CORNERS. YOU’VE BECOME THE BEAST I WANT TO ERADICATE.
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Timekeeper 03:27
I AM ONLY ONE; I CAN ONLY DO SO MUCH BEFORE I BREAK THE HANDS OF A CLOCK. TAKING TIME AWAY FROM ME. THE TIMEKEEPER AWAITS US ALL AT THE END. NO FUCKING SYMPATHY. YOU BETTER BACK OFF AND BACK DOWN, YOU’RE OUT OF FOCUS. AN ENTITY OF THE MAKER; HE LOCKS THE DOOR ON CHANGE. THE HANDS OF A CLOCK TAKE TIME WITHOUT QUESTION. FOR FAR TOO LONG WE’VE BEEN LOST IN THIS VOID. THEY’RE MAKING CLOUDS OUT OF FLOATING SILK AND DREAMS THEY WISH THEY COULD BE IN. WITH NO DIRECTION TO GO, NO HOPES AND THEY’RE TURNING TO ROPES. KILLING TIME: KILLING TIME AND CUTTING LIFE SHORT. THE TIMEKEEPER, HE WAITS. FOR FAR TOO LONG WE’VE BEEN LOST IN THIS VOID. BREATHE IN AND BREATHE OUT, ARE YOU REALLY HERE? ARE YOU REALLY FUCKING HERE? THEY’RE MAKING CLOUDS OUT OF FLOATING SILK AND DREAMS THEY WISH THEY COULD BE IN. WITH NO DIRECTION TO GO, NO HOPES AND THEY’RE TURNING TO ROPES. AS YOUR FATHER TURNS TO YOU HE SAYS ‘THIS IS SOMETHING BIGGER THAN YOU.’ RUNNING THROUGH YOUR MIND YOU THINK ‘THIS IS SOMETHING BIGGER THAN ME.’
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THE ANGEL’S PLAY THEIR SONGS BUT I’LL MUTE THE HEAVENS ‘CAUSE THE DEVIL HAS US IN HIS PALM AND WE’VE GOT THE CHOICE TO LIVE OR LET LIVE. YOU’LL STARE IN TO THE ABYSS AND REMINISCE OF BETTER DAYS GONE BY. YOU’VE GOT QUIVERING PATTERNS AND CAN’T DECIDE; QUIVERING FROM THE STRENGTH OF THOSE EMOTIONS YOU HELD INSIDE (FOR SO LONG) I’VE BEEN TOLD THAT I’LL NEVER AMOUNT TO ANYTHING. I’VE HEARD THAT LOVE HAS LET YOU GO. I’VE GOT A FEELING IN MY BONES THAT THE DEVIL IS PLAYING FOR KEEPS. I KNOW YOU FEEL ALONE, I KNOW YOU FEEL UNLOVED. WELL I FUCKING FEEL IT TOO. I’LL NEVER LET YOU GO. THIS SICKNESS TAKES IT TOLL. YOU’LL STARE IN TO THE ABYSS AND REMINISCE OF BETTER DAYS GONE BY. YOU’VE GOT THE QUIVERING PATTERNS AND CAN’T DECIDE; QUIVERING FROM THE STRENGTH OF THOSE EMOTIONS. THEY TURN THE WORLD ROUND WITH THEIR HANDS AND DROWN THEIR FINGERS IN THE SEA. THEY FORGET ABOUT THE HOURGLASS SANDS. THEY FORGET ABOUT YOU AND ME. I KNOW THAT TIME STILL LIES; I KNOW THAT YOUR MIND STILL ACHES. I HOPE ONE DAY I CAN SEE THROUGH YOUR EYES THEN I’LL KNOW THAT WE ALL MAKE MISTAKES. I KNOW YOU FEEL ALONE. I KNOW YOU FEEL UNLOVED. WELL I FUCKING FEEL IT TOO.
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Wolves skin 03:29
THE WOLF DIES IN ITS OWN SKIN, LEFT BEHIND. RIPPING OUT ITS’ EYES TO HIDE FROM ITSELF. DISGUSTED, UNABLE TO FIND ITS PLACE. AN OUTCAST: A FUCKING OUTCAST. HOWLING AT THE MOON, TRYING TO FIND ANSWERS IN THE NIGHT BUT NO ONE CARES. DESPERATION IS AT ITS BEST, THEY’RE JUST CONSUMING, CONSUMING. DON’T LET YOURSELF BE OVERCOME BY THE VERY FEAR YOU SWORE TO ERASE - BY THE VERY FEAR. THROWN TO THE GROUND ON BROKEN KNEES. CRAWLING AT THE FEET OF A NARCISSISTIC MAN ONLY TO HAVE HIM MARCH ON ITS JAW. AN OUTCAST: A FUCKING OUTCAST. TRYING TO FIGHT IT’S WAY TO THE TOP OF THE PRIDE AGAIN BUT THE GATES WON’T OPEN TO HEAVEN - BACK TO HELL WITH YOU, BACK TO HELL THESE STREETS ARE FILLED WITH THE HOPES AND DREAMS OF THE LOST AND THE INNOCENT. IT’S NOT YOUR FAULT SON; IT’S THE NARCISSISTIC FUCKING MAN.
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HEARTLESS. SHADOWS MAKE FOR LONELY COMPANY. I’M HIDING CAUSE THE WORLD REJECTED ME. I LET THE WATER FILL MY LUNGS WITH THE COLD THOUGHTS FROM YESTERDAY. I’M NOT OKAY. LIVING WITH THE SHAME AND REGRET. I CAN’T GO BACK HOME. WHAT THE FUCK WAS I THINKING? BACK WHEN I BIT THE WRONG SO THEY PUT DOWN THE RIGHT. I REMEMBER WHEN I COULDN’T GO BACK HOME SO I TOOK TO THE STREETS. I’M GETTING SICK OF THIS SHIT. LIVING WITH THE SHAME AND REGRET. I CAN’T GO BACK HOME. WHAT THE FUCK WAS I THINKING? I’VE GOT TO TURN MY LIFE AROUND. I’VE GOT WAVES CRASHING DOWN ON ME, AND THE SEA BREEZE AGAINST MY CHEST. I’VE GOT THE SUN BURNING IN MY EYES AND THE EARTH WON’T GIVE ME SOMEWHERE TO REST. THIS LIFE ISN’T HERE FOR ME BUT I WON’T LET IT DRIFT BY. I’M HERE FOR THIS LIFE AND I DON’T HAVE TIME TO DIE. THIS LIFE ISN’T HERE FOR ME BUT I WON’T LET IT DRIFT BY. I’M HERE FOR THIS LIFE AND I DON’T HAVE TIME TO DIE. I DON’T HAVE TIME TO DIE. IN THE CITY OF GOLD, THE WATER CHANGED COLOURS AND THE RED SEAS WERE BORN. THE WAVES CRASHED DOWN AND FLOODED ME WITH MISERY. THE WINDS BREATHED ON MY NECK AND MELTED GOLD DRIPPED DOWN MY FUCKING SPINE. THERE’S GOT TO BE MORE TO THIS. I’VE GOT WAVES CRASHING DOWN ON ME, AND THE SEA BREEZE AGAINST MY CHEST. I’VE GOT THE SUN BURNING IN MY EYES AND THE EARTH WON’T GIVE ME SOMEWHERE TO REST. I DON’T HAVE TIME TO DIE.

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Written by: Luis, Callem, Jack, Josh, Nathan.
Produced, mixed and mastered by: Luke O'Toole
Artwork by: Laurent Pouzet
Design by: Dan Cooper

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released March 3, 2013

A special thanks to Corrine Leeman from Mutilated Promotions and Andrew Vera from Never Lose Sight, our friends and family as well and anyone who has helped us along the way If it be a place to stay or gear to use.

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Wanderer Brisbane, Australia

Wanderer are a five piece band hailing from Brisbane, Australia. The band began as a small scale project in early 2011 that flourished into the next year with new songs and perspectives to shape their music making. The first two songs that the band recorded highlighted their hardcore roots, with more progressive and metal influences making their way into the music by the middle of 2012. ... more

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