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Buried Secrets & Old Lies

by ThornBrain

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Monochrome mist This was phenomenal! there are so many amazing tracks and so many deep strong emotions in each one. as always i have a hard time picking out my favorite track, so it changes way too many times. I'm so unbelievably blown away, excellent job thorn!! Very much worth the wait Favorite track: Last Minute Thought of a Man on Fire.
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1.
Baby is waiting outside in the cold He'd be warm inside if he did what I told We've been hunting for platinum, only finding gold And the life of the raw deal is getting old
2.
Abstract and cracked Buried Secrets And Old Lies Living in one mass Walking in lockstep Buried Secrets Wants its own life Cause it means well But can't do anything Don't see 'em run Don't see 'em go Abstract and cracked Don't see it all They'll never know Abstract and cracked Old Lies bottled up a way of life Old Lies' fears don't believe him Old Lies won't let himself decide If he's even there Buried Secrets And Old Lies Fooling each other Thinking they'll never crack Don't see 'em run Don't see 'em go Abstract and cracked Don't see it all They'll never know Abstract and cracked Buried Secrets And Old Lies Pulling apart From each other Buried Secrets Knows it's the time Knows to bury All of its old lies
3.
We're pulled out of the hole alone in the world The price always going up but never the worth If every birth is a miracle, then so is the death If every death is a tragedy, then so is the birth You're not as good and pure as you were Now aren't you ashamed, now aren't you ashamed There's always room for one more crime If every tragedy dies, then the miracle can rise Only half of you is dead at any given time Did you believe in life Before we taught you not To see yourself in shame Did you believe in life Before you taught yourself You're lucky not to be the same The daughter of evil is the mother of questions The father of ego needed less time alone The family tree is addicted to pesticides Not what it needed for scrubbing the bone You fall out of the hole alone in the world It's why they make you sign on a dotted line If it was solid how could you slip through the cracks Only half of you is dead at any given time Did you believe in life Before we taught you not To see yourself in shame Did you believe in life Before you taught yourself You're lucky not to be the same Room for one more, honey Only half of you is dead at any given time Room for one more
4.
Quaero 02:40
The skeleton is waiting Your body is a carrying bag For a skeleton waiting To be rotted out and freed Left to die in the desert sun His body fell and baked him dead His skeleton tore through his skin Stood up, moved on, and thought in its head The skeleton is waiting Your body is a carrying bag For a skeleton waiting To be rotted out and freed The skeleton is just the first Cemeteries once quiet and still Rumble back to life again The bones all sing as they walk up the hill The first must meet them past the city Its presence calls and reaches deep The bones across the world can't wait They tear on out as their host bodies sleep The skeleton is waiting Your body is a carrying bag For a skeleton waiting To be rotted out and freed The bones are gathered on the hill To hear the first of them proclaim Life continues after death But then the first sees, to its grief and shame Its body has returned to it A mass of sand inflating gore Convulsive howls escape the void His words send all the bones into uproar The skeleton is waiting Your body is a carrying bag For a skeleton waiting To be rotted out and freed Only to be buried again And dissolve into the earth The bugs and bacteria Are waiting for their birth
5.
How do you face (How do you face) How do you face (Face down walls) Draggin backwards through the Summer Body checking a helicopter Now they're glad you're not a bother Anymore (Anymore) I lost something else Losing balls again Watch out for yourself I'm losing balls again Hope they find a good place to break and bury you Rocks, dirt, miscellaneous extremities Bet you're glad that you can't think now Bet you're glad you can't remember how Bet you feel like an O in hell Why do I feel like an O in hell I lost something else Losing balls again Watch out for yourself I'm losing balls again Why do I feel like an O in hell Why do I feel like an O in hell (How do you face) Do you remember how you met me And the forest came into the city (Face down walls)
6.
Come out of our shell Just open up Pretend that we care We're in a public place We want us to share What's under our mask We don't understand The mask is the face We don't understand The mask is the face Don't laugh at our run Don't balk at our hide Sitting by ourselves We loudly celibate Parts there to delve Once we know us well Parts there to peel But it's still our natural state We don't understand The mask is the face We came out too fast The thought tends to pass We burned out the ground We turned beach to glass Ask us for once It's not something wrong Our breath is a smelling salt Our voice twice as strong The mask is the face Give a chance a chance Give giving ourself a chance a chance Give a chance a chance Give giving ourself a chance a chance
7.
Angel Lungs 03:15
Can you come over I haven't had a friend in two days When you were over My neighbor's house walked away Angel lungs angel lungs I was the last thing to go right for you Can I have my closure Don't put your hand in the way Hand me back over Promises you hoped not to stay Angel lungs angel lungs I was the last thing to go right for you Hello get out You burnt your mouth You broke a bottle Across the audience Hello be a mankind of mystery boy Thank me you're finally Making more sense At what age did we turn young Two years and our worst fears had died Once you are done taking my time Hit the ceiling from the opposite side Angel lungs angel lungs I was the last thing to go right for you
8.
We are gathered around two holes Filled by two halves One that we barely met One we wished we didn't know It's not what I'd call a crowd But an outpouring And I can't help but notice The types that bothered to show To the left of me A weeping, grafted family tree The other side, there's nothing to see Not that I don't know what their words would be Misery is a riot Misery is a riot This deceitful mass This clastic man's wasteband everlastic His collar, less so Perhaps it was all misread When it rains here, it hurricanes He called it a blessing He wrongfully called for praise He rightfully lost his head To the left of me The mourning hoping they will be free The other side, they might disagree Silent absence their one act of decency Misery is a riot Misery is a riot He's determined To reach the bottom Of the river Where his decayed father lies He's determined To reach the center Of the universe And let his fist leave a crater Misery is a riot Misery is a riot We are gathered around one grave To pay back what's owed To thank those who won't behave Its emptiness yet unknown The head we've forgotten A child kicked it down the road The hole has been filled in This clastic man is half the man his better half the bone He's determined To reach the bottom Of all feeders And be at his father's side He's determined To be the center Of the universe And let his fist leave a crater The preacher saw the mountain His faith moved the mountain And it crushed all in its wake The preacher saw the desert The preacher lost in desert The bones had all that they could take The bones came to the city The forest took the city The rest were no longer bereft You say two wrongs don't make right We've gone so long without a right Nothing of consequence is left To the left of me The forest came into the city On the other side they feel they should flee In their minds there is only one guarantee Misery is a riot Misery is a riot
9.
Shuttle in the air Here no single moving star Fly out from the East Here we head the other way Do I know you On the inside Maybe I will Do I know you On the inside Maybe I will Stepping outside Here the cold is all opaque Can't see one thing Here as darkness rolling in Do I know you On the inside Maybe I will Do I know you On the inside Maybe I will Sleeping on a bench Here we have no chance to rest Holding nothing now Here the outskirts are the same Do I know you On the inside Maybe I will Do I know you On the inside Maybe I will
10.
Neuropia 02:31
At some point We've probably all thought the same thing Let's think about it now Did you hear that Car passing in sight Clench your hand in time Grind your teeth to the kick to the snare to the beat Sounds like the thought of the skull of a skeleton Being used as a stool Someone out there thinks he's Multiple gods at once All these have to let me in Let's kill 'em All these have to let me in Let's kill 'em There was a thunderstorm the day you were born And it missed you by a mile Your house so often flooded It moved on its own for several yards Breath and heartbeat never aligned Your legs stepped of their own meter And now your favorite little sister Can't move an inch All these have to let me in Let's kill 'em All these have to let me in Let's kill 'em Clench your hand Everytime a car passes by Grind your teeth To the kick to the snare to the beat Most of the neighborhood Sits alone in their cars Staring forward perfectly still Facing you parked on your lawn While two doors over Your neighbor sits with his front door open Waiting for the ones he distrusts to take the bait His first kill was only checking that he was okay All these have to let me in Let's kill 'em All these have to let me in Let's kill 'em Clench your hand Everytime a car passes by Grind your teeth To the kick to the snare to the beat The father stands between The daughter and the predator A red-eyed girl with crystal hair She said if I had my way You'd be strung up high by these eyes The daughter wouldn't doubt they'd make her fly They all saw the sunset Or maybe the world burst into flames Did you hear that
11.
My Hyde 02:07
My Hyde is not yet a murderer Still working on his first victim My Hyde is a talkative method killer But won't tell me how he picked 'em My Hyde uses my voice My Hyde uses my eyes My Hyde will take you out With decades of his lies A potion in my head brought him out A potion in my hand made him louder Cut off my Hyde He's making way too much noise He's taking up too much space Whenever I hope the best The best will soon efface His knife is a tempting offer And so is to change our place My Hyde will shut them down And leave with my disgrace A potion in my head brought him out A potion in my hand made him louder Tear off my Hyde My Hyde has a double agent Working from the outside Their innocent words pull him back out No matter how hard I tried They say I hold the power They say I never try They almost have a point He'll go out with me when I die A potion in my head brought him out A potion in my hand made him louder Rip off my Hyde I said tear off my
12.
Awful lot of people getting hung up on face Looking at your own only makes you displace True to life, stuck behind not a mask it's Not a face, it's a wastebin, a casket Everyone cares too much about detection It's on their minds due to social insurrection "Boys will be boys", an inappropriate direction Say it again to call for physical correction A life of putting up With everyone who can Look down on you and say You'll never be a man Their fetish, nobody yet will allow Their fetish, what's in the video now Their fetish, they never count as their kind Their fetish, lies and says they don't mind You have to put up with enough from your mind Then some half-rotted motherfucker talking in kind Gets the tell the whole world he will take you away While you're running out of energy to live one more day A life of putting up With everyone who can Look down on you and say You'll never be a man You put up with enough From your own mind Half-rotted Tells the world your time is up Their fetish, they never count as their kind Their fetish, they'll only see online Their fetish, burning the beach to glass Their fetish, Waiting for all this pass A life of putting up With everyone who can Look down on you and say You'll never be a man
13.
Shut your fucking mouth We've all had it with your Hypocritic, paralytic, Mythical principle shit We just don't understand them How could they break away What's with these mindless actions What's with these kids today What's with us is we don't buy into the bullshit Roles, sins, morals that you made us eat We'd be so much more holy, hateful, cruel If we only had the wives and the kids you beat We're not the ones with the blood on our hands We're the body count rising from the ones who say We need to be taught principles hard Well we always thought school would kill us anyway Shut your fucking mouth We've all had it with your Hypocritic, paralytic, Mythical principle shit What we are's the tired generation Tired of everything, tired everyday Exhaustion has brought us all under Exhaustion is how we convey Tired of losing all that you ever had Tired of you forgetting all that we'll ever know Tired of losing everybody we love and Tired of you letting all the worst of you go I want to be drifted back To someone else's teenage years When the world finally went silent When your braying burst my ears How many more computer-sized closets How many more innocents to blame How many more to pile on the sidewalk We're the tired generation, we're tired of your shame So pretend to read your holy books Make sure the real Jesus sobs As you blame and gun down another brown man For the rich white motherfucker losing your jobs How could they break away What's with these kids today What's with us is we don't buy into the bullshit We have our own principles, and they say Shut your fucking mouth We've all had it with your Hypocritic, paralytic, Mythical principle shit
14.
They're more alike than we think They're more alike than we'd like They see themselves The gods were born with red right hands So the demons stripped their skin The demons whipped their tails about So the gods grew whips akin As gods as demons We will do too In gods in demons we see you The gods called forth the rain and flood The demons bathed and drank their fill The demons drowned the weak The gods pulled their bodies out Both cackled and cracked their will His fetid sack would spill its usual about While back in his mind the thoughts repeated Can you possibly think you're in the right Do they ever get the feeling they're being cheated Ever get the feeling you're being cheated We see ourselves Buried Secrets had a thought Why it's so hard to tell apart Those who claim to speak divine And those who've long sold their heart As gods as demons We will do too In gods in demons we see you Ever get the feeling you're being cheated We see ourselves I can't breathe in here I can't think in here The skeleton is waiting Old Lies had a thought As his fetid sack began to tire Old Lies' final thought Last minute thought of a man on fire
15.
For Not 206 02:30
I found a place In a hole in the wall I'm still not sure what I've found I found the head Of the preacher man in the lap Of a boy with a thorn in his brain The head spoke of miracles And smelled of accidents You put your faith and not your trust In cloud-walking men, he said The boy with the thorn in his brain Let him roll out the hole The boy turned around Peered into a hole behind him He said I'm still not sure what I've found
16.
Don't be afraid Don't fear the new song Don't be afraid Don't fear the new song Step back from ourselves Let someone else move on Our blind world's too small A wider world's strong Hear these new colors Words we can't speak Help them grow stronger Doesn't make us weak Don't be afraid Don't fear the new song Don't be afraid Don't fear the new song The first one to say That love is blind Said it with face in hands And a heavy sigh Despair is golden, blue-eyed Love is shriveled and bald Despair is welcomed in When it was love you called Don't be afraid Don't fear the new song Don't be afraid Don't fear the new song
17.
Nothing else on mind but To play back the aftermath Of choosing a road to riot Driving down a sociopath Now you can't think in here Now you can't breathe in here Abusive father inferior They begged for the knell Made them dream of a next life By making this one hell The hot air dries it all The ground gives way Though we see the body fall Only the flesh will stay Red, red White, white Red, red White, white This is all that goes through your head When you're slowly burning to death As the sun descends So too the sandy eyes His angel lungs gave out His Hyde would agonize I knew you were no man No room for one more crime His Hyde was shut down as Another voice began to climb I I've had to wait In this fetid sack 'Til I could liberate All my buried secrets From your old lies And then a violent tear Threw viscera to the skies The skeleton Stood upright At last the true self Presented in starlight Red, red White, white Red, red White, white This is all that goes through your head When you're slowly burning to death Red, red White, white Red, red White, white This is all that goes through your head When you're slowly burning to death

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Presenting (an old muffled version of) a Post-Punk/Alternative Rock subgenre-blender tour de force, weaving through multiple styles of Post-Punk experimentation, Punk Rock angst, early Industrial crunch, hypnotic Psychedelia and Shoegaze, and even the bright ecstasy of Dance Rock.
'Buried Secrets & Old Lies' tells a loose story of the old, ignorant, corrupt, and hopeless ways of the past oppressing those who will inherit the future, starring an amoral preacher and his hopeful, soon-to-be-freed skeleton.

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released December 15, 2018

All songs written by Mikaela Thorn

All performed instruments, vocals, programming, production, mixing, and mastering by Mikaela Thorn
except drum programming on "Last Minute Thought of a Man on Fire" by Lilz Martin
and samples taken from royalty-free sources.

Album artwork by Lore Cox

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Music and experiments by Mikaela Thorn. Punk-inspired, experimental, electric, electronic, trans and queer as hell.

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