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Ryan Harvey Saw these guys at the 3065 Live! Kicked as much ass as on this album. They are bringing some great riffs that are pushing the boundaries of what Hardcore music can be. Favorite track: Jiminy Cricket.
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This album is a compilation of songs that we wrote when we were much younger. All songs written between 2009 - 2011.

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released September 17, 2013

From The Makers Of is

Matt Magnell - Vocals
Alec Doyle - Guitar/Vocals
Billy Silvers - Lead Guitar
Mac Jackson - Bass
Matt Withrow - Drums

Produced By From The Makers Of
Recorded/Mixed by Matt Withrow at MGW Audio in North Falmouth, MA
Mastered By Jason Finberg
Art Work by Mark Shapiro

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We're From The Makers Of. We're a Progressive/Experimental/Hardcore quartet from Buzzard's Bay, MA. We aim to push our genre to new heights and do something different.

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Track Name: Mister Charles
Who's going to listen to you now?
Count back from five as your voice is snuffed out.
The hand behind this pen is shaking
the the thrill of the kill is exhilarating.

Never send a man to do a little girls work
and never tell the truth if you don't want to get hurt.
Hide behind closed doors like you always do
no one will know what happened to you.

NOT.

I'll hold your memory like you held my broken heart.
I'll hold your memory like a boat, and I'll tear it apart.
I'll hold your memory like the moon holds the tides.
I'll hold your memory like you would have held mine.

A secret kept is a secret left to the wind.
At least with you it's the way it's always been.

You deserve so much less, so much less than this.
So live it up bitch, cause this is what you get.

Cause this is what you get.

Now I don't blame you for the things you said
but I sure as hell blame you for the things you did.
I tried so hard to make this right.
But you threw it back in my face that night,

Never send a man to do a little girls work
and never tell the truth if you don't want to get hurt.
Hide behind closed doors like you always do
no one will know what happened to you.

Sometimes I wish I could go back in time
so that'd I never even have to write this rhyme.

I guess that's just life, and I guess that's just fine.
But this here is where I draw the line.

In the words of dear old Freddy
Don't return if you're not ready.
Nothing you know could prepare you for this
welcome to prime time bitch.
And don't forget before you leave here,
you'll regret the things you've seen dear.
I told you that you'll lose your mind.
Go now....Run and Hide.

Never send a man to do a little girls work
and never tell the truth if you don't want to get hurt.
Hide behind closed doors like you always do
no one will know what happened to you.

NOT.

You'd think I'd let you lose and not let everybody know?
I was right and you were wrong.
I guess it just goes to show,
nothing you know could prepare you for this.

Your at home here, so never fear.
Welcome to prime time bitch.
Track Name: P. Sherman, 42 Wallaby Way, Sydney
It's amazing the thought process of the human brain. A funny story...but honestly, who's to blame?
Your ignorance and arrogance it makes fucking sick, I honestly could careless, you choke on fucking dick.

Your selfish ways don't dare strike a chord in my sense of humor.
ha, as if nothing is your fault?

Trying to belate the date for the lies that you spew from your lips.
Why is that so many people get away with it?
Please get hit by a train

Spoiled Brats get hit with Baseball bats. I rest my fucking case.

Act like the world is against you, telling me that your worse off.
Your daddy owns a dealership, so get the fuck out of my face.
Your just the scum of the earth, It's a gracious lie.
I'm sorry, I'll thrill you with another line

Spoiled Brats get hit with Baseball bats.
I rest my fucking case.
Track Name: Innocent
Board up the windows and lock all the doors.
You can't see what's on the inside without ripping up the floors.
Burn it down to ash and rebuild from the ground up.
Just to over exaggerate a conscious thought.

I've found a church where the floors shake, the ground rumbles, and the earth quakes.
I've found a place where my heart crumbles and my body aches.

When the weight of the world comes crashing down.
It'll rip us to pieces, it'll throw us around.

It'll take all we have, pull us to the ground. Just to make us think
There's no hope to be found.

It's possible that no one even knows my name.
It's probable that just about everyone thinks the same.
Life's just a popularity contest. I guess.
I guess I just forgot to cast my vote.

A forgetful mess I have become. A mess, but that's only half of it.
Falsify faith. Blindly walk where you can't see.
Walk with him, and spend life on your knees.
You'll spend life on your knees.

I refuse to be a brainwashed puppet for a savage child race.
Make an excuse and check it twice.
Tell yourself it's right and roll the dice.

Leave yourself to chance and take a chance to lose.
It's all a choice. And now's your time to choose.

When the weight of the world comes crashing down.
It'll rip us to pieces it'll throw us around.
It'll take all we have, pull us to the ground. Just to make us think
There's no hope to be found.

I'll say it one more time. Life's a popularity contest.
Clearly I'm just not too high in the polls.
Track Name: Jiminy Cricket
Look through the reflection, to see an artificial mind.
Losing touch with yourself, lost in the world.
Your minutes have expired, your time has run out.
Life is just a playground, but you can't just sit there and pout.

Watch the drowning ships crash as you sink into the depth below.
Everything you know is a misconception, and you don't know any better.
Disconnect from this social network that we call a society.

Watch your step, I'll tell you where to next.
Watch your step, you'll never know what is left.

You've misplaced your identity, you're just a clone. Beauty has never been so unreal.
You're just lonely, but I'm just so alone.

I'm living in reality, you're living in a dream.
You're standing tall and here's me feeble and small, ripping apart from seam to seam.
Paint the coast with bloodshed and heartbreak.
Isolate the moon and stars to understand less and less as time goes on.

Watch the drowning ships crash as you sink into the depth below.
Vacant and withered, inside this hollow mind.
Pick up your feet, you wouldn't want to get left behind...

Would you? Would you...

Watch your step. Let me show you what's next.
Watch your step, you'll wish you were the only one left.

Dance through blizzards, skip through the scenes.
You're oblivious, don't you see what this means?
With these thoughts in your head...It's your misfortune to know, you're already dead.

Watch the drowning ships crash as you sink into the depth below.
Vacant and withered, inside your hollow mind.

Watch your step. Let me show you what's next.
Watch your step, you'll wish you were the only one left.
Track Name: Lost Count
And the only thing I miss is knowing I'd be getting a phone call from a familiar voice.
One to ask me how I was, and to give me love. It's a mighty shame, you had to play your games...
You just had to play your games again.

Suffocate on your lies and your selfish tendencies.
Let me kiss your lungs, only to find a black hole in your chest in your mind.
See the darkness, see the light?
No matter what, you'll always be blind.

I see you in every dream, I see you in every scene to every movie, to every line in every song.
I think I just can't take it, wash the walls with my love.
Paint your walls with my tattered hope, with my tattered spirit.
I just don't know.

Suffocate on your lies and your selfish tendencies.
Let me kiss your lungs only to find a black hole in your chest, in your mind.
See the darkness, see the light?
No matter what, you'll always be blind.

I can't regret it, I can't forget it. Only you can, it's just that easy.
It's only like forgetting the grass grows.
It's only like forgetting, forgetting about me.
Toss me along like your little puppet, as you wait for the next victim.

Things have changed, not me, you.
Pick up the pieces, my shattered mirror.
Look at the pieces into my soul, you will find nothing but emptiness because this was your home.
You'll always belong here.

I wish I could forget, forget your fucking name.
I wish I could regret, regret your fucking fame.

I see you in every dream, I just wish that I could sleep.
How do you sleep at night, knowing I'm here?
How do you live with yourself...

Let me repeat myself, I wish I could forget, forget your fucking name.
Why do people throw pennies on the ground?
Because they're fucking worthless.
Track Name: Noble Six
I'm just knock, knock, knocking. Knocking on the window of life.
Rubbing the fog away to see what it's like on the outside.
Maybe I should just stay in my own little world, at least I'm safer there.

It never occurred to me once that everyone is just such a good actor.
It's the play of life starring me...But I never asked to be center stage.

It feels like just yesterday, I guess growing up just comes so fast.
I'm looking in the mirror and all I see is a familiar reflection fading away.

Why do I live in such a real world, with such artificial people?
Paying an arm and leg for the same thing with another title.

Something tells me I'll never know. Somethings never change.

What's the point of tomorrow, if there is no hope for today?
Everything gets better eventually, But why do I deserve to be left waiting?
It's like my whole world doesn't even revolve around me.

It never occurred to me once that everyone is just such a good actor.
It's the play of life starring me...But I never asked to be center stage.

It feels like just yesterday, I guess growing up just comes so fast.
I'm looking in the mirror and all I see is a familiar reflection fading away.

The ink never runs out on the pen of creativity.
The page of life will never rip and crumble without your consent.
If only everyone could live by there own advice
Track Name: Riff Can't Hold His Liquor
Will I make it out of this? Will I be okay?
I'm not so sure if this is the right way.
You pull on my strings, and put on your show.
You can't keep me here, I'm just letting you know.

So I'm not so sure, I can't decide.
Am I in this for real? Or just along for the ride?
I've lost my sense of direction, can't find my way.
I'm derailed, I'm burning, and I'm crashing just like a freight train.

So let me break it down, and open up your eyes.
Hey! Turn that frown up-side-down, you're in for a surprise.

Your reputation precedes you. I knew that I was right.
Now nobody needs you. Just give up, don't fight!

Knock Knock! Who's there? Guess who! Is it me?
Getting Scared? Count to three. Is it me? It is now.

I won't make it out of this, and I won't be okay.
Now I know that this isn't the right way.
You pulled on my strings, you put on your show.
You couldn't keep me here, I told you so.

So let me break it down, and open up your eyes.
Hey! Turn that frown up-side-down, you're in for a surprise!

I heard what you said, I'm better off dead?
If that's what you think, then you're out of your head.

Your reputation precedes you. I knew I was right.
Now nobody needs you. Just give up, don't fight!

Knock Knock! Who's there? Guess who! Is it me?
Getting Scared? Count to three! Is it me? It is now.

So come on now baby, I'll make you feel pretty!
But ain't it such a pity? You won't see me the same way again...
Track Name: An Unfortunate End
Humane: Give me a word to describe myself
You're trying much too hard to be someone else.

Impossible, improbable. Selfish, and you're stubborn.

Who the fuck are you to judge? I'm only as good as you make me
A lifeless shell to a hopeless romantic.

I've fallen apart, but it's what keeps me going.
Escape my reality when I needed you the most.
Broken logic to a smaller promise. Unfinished words to undo the thought.

A friend, but it is more than I could have ever hoped for.
A son. But do I make you proud?

Who the fuck are you to judge? I'm only as good as you make me.
A lifeless shell to a hopeless romantic.

Similar names to a difference that there is no welcome written across my chest.
Leave the dirt and the cold at the door.
You don't miss me; an imperfection, but aren't we all?

Conceited and irrelevant to an existence of worthless intentions.
But I'll continue waiting.
I'll continue waiting for a person, a human being.

A promise is only worth the sickened skin of lies polluted with an unfortunate supplement.
Prescription for disappointment, the description of life.
An expression, I don't need you. No.