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This revolution starts with the mental, got the axe chopping up symbols, steady hype wound like a spindle, set em' up slick, shoot for the middle. Elevate from the ground up, in the pocket keep your hands up, it's desperation cause their times up, feel it in the air, feel it in my gut.

Been on the stage, waiting in the wings, beneath the surface, pulling at the seams, recycled beauty from the ugly things, looking in the mirror, cause the truth stings. Count the minutes, cause I'm all time, standing on my head begging for a dime, funny how this vision makes me blind, some say luck, others see the signs.

It's designed to be confused, burns right through,
lost in this milieu, love's untrue...

I middleweight-rip through this song, there comes a time we gotta get it on, it's only opportunity till gone, standing in the streets, gathering the stones. Wish that we could rise, full proof, wish that we could die, full truth, wish that there was someone in the sky guaranteed this life was for better use.

Maybe it's the music in my head, maybe I'm already half-dead, maybe it's the verse I need to write so I can sleep at night, before it's code red. Can you feel the love obtuse, can you feel the pull towards truth, view from in the basement like a roof, chicken in the coop, scoping out the youth.

It's designed to be confused, burns right through,
lost in this milieu, love's untrue...


from RISE, track released July 6, 2012
Sean Haefeli- Keys/Vocals, Composition/Arrangement
Tobias Kaemmerer- Trumpet
Raphael Crawford- Trombone
Greg Artry- Drums
Larry Kohut- Bass



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