Thank You, For Everything

by The Post Mortems

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Released in honor of the last performance of The Post Mortems for March 21st, 2015.

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released 21 March 2015

Art by Chelsea Haley
Photography by Brandy Ramsey
Mixed and mastered by Jeff Loder
Words, Music, & Engineering by Devin Alexander
Produced by The Post Mortems

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Track Name: My Villainess Floats
Running and gunning, the creature is coming
And the foundation shakes and she quakes from the moans
And I wake up screaming 'cause I'm not alone

But sundown is Heaven
The city just gives in
And you'd marvel to see how my villainess floats
And though all of us die, you know I die the most

You solemn little monster
Where do you get off?
You sneak into my bed
Pervert me to your cause

The seasons change and you get strange
But I'm empty and fearless, your favorite ghost
The seasons change and I grow brave
But you're pitiful strong and my heart is my grave

My solemn little monster
Where do you get off
You sneak into my bed
Pervert me to your cause
Convert me with your claws
Track Name: We Are [Bananimals (In Memory of Dennis Flemion)]
It's too bad the one that you wanted was dead
The graceless are useless until they begin to descend
You cultess your vultures will scratch your bones

As you lose you
Lose me I do
Am I missing?
Strangely true

All those voices in your head
Like strange lovers in your bed
Sharing everything instead of pushing you out
And now you are

As you lose you
Lose me I do
Am I missing
Strangely true
At the bottom
Where you're rotten
You have risen
And bloomed

Now cliche begins to take
And you are shaking
To unreal to be fake
But you've come through
Good for you

The others cry as their mislead
But you're a part of our new flesh
As you desire, they must guess
There's no way out and now you are

It's too bad the one that you wanted was dead
The graceless are useless until they begin to descend
You cultess your vultures will scratch your bones
With signs and denials you'll die all alone