In Retrospect

by Echavox

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Official video for "Mumbles" premiered by THUMP


released February 21, 2014

Mixed and mastered by Kevin Chavez and Michael Angelo Macias
Additional vocals by Alexis Murphy



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Track Name: Cathedral
If I could wrap my head around you with the ease that my hands do
Your posture: strict and terrified
Different in person than it was in my mind

The hike to Mt. Democracy
The smell of perfume purity cleared the cathedral of a single unspoken word
A priest standing on a river bed
A gun between his hands and head
He cries in hopes he's found the cure

And he prays that death hurts less than losing her

I've hurt you three too many times
All I've left to offer is my child and a couple dimes
Blood on your hands
I feel paralyzed when you tell me that I'm dead to you and there's no compromise

Born on the grass of a neighbor's lawn
What's left in between right and wrong
I'm not sure but I think I just saw death
But somehow I'm alive today
I probably cheated anyway
But of this, I can make the best
Then at least I can say that I'm honest and nothing less
Track Name: Mumbles
There's a feeling in my bones
Feels better than being alone
Peeling skin, shaking hands
Bring me closer

I wrote your name on every wall to purge my mind of tainted thoughts that I can't seem to shake

Take my flesh and keep it safe
Brainwash me, keep me awake
And we can just run away

The sun came out today
The clouds died off
There's something in the attic
But now it's dead and I'm proud of it
Now I can move on
Track Name: In Retrospect
For the last time I board the train and drown my pains away
Black and white, we postponed and it wasn't worth the wait

But I remember looking inside as it happened on the screen
Or was it a dream?
The bitter taste that clorox leaves between the sheets
Final contender
The shutter cracks as he stutters/slurs his speech (as if he cannot speak)
And as her passport is being shredded into pieces

The feeling is back
It's tangible, a pain you can't delete
A memory worse than the act itself, like a nightmare on repeat