Miseria Cantare- The Beginning

Nothing, from nowhere, I'm no one at all. Radiate.

Recognize one silent call as we all form one darkflame. Incinerate. Love your hate, your
faith lost. You are now one of us.

The Leaving Song Pt. II

Don't waste your touch, you won't feel anything. Or
were you sent to save me? I've thought too much, you won't find anything worthy of redeeming. Yo he esta-
do aqui muchas veces antes y regreso to break down and
cease all feeling, burn now what once was breathing. Reach out and you may take my heart away.
Imperfect cry and scream in ecstasy but what befalls
the flawless? Look what I've built. It shines so beautifully! Now watch as it destroys me. Y regreso aqui
otra vez y comienzo to break down and cease all feeling, burn now what once was breathing. Reach out and you
may take my heart away. I left it all behind and never said good-bye. I left it all to die. I saw its birth. I
watched it grow. I felt it change me. I took the life. I ate it slow. Now it consumes me.

I am exploring the inside. I find it desolate. I do implore these confines now as they
penetrate, "recreate me." I'm hovering throughout time. I crumble in these days. I crumble, I cannot
find reflection in these days. If you listen, listen close, beat-by-beat, you can hear
when the heart stops. I saved the pieces when it broke ground them all to dust. I am destroyed by
the inside. I disassociate. I hope to destroy the outside. It will alleviate and elevate me. Like water
flowing into lungs, I'm flowing through these days. As morphine tears through deadened veins I'm
numbing in these days. I know what died that night. It can never be brought back to life once again, I
know. I know I died that night and I'll never be brought back to life. Once again, I know.
If you listen, listen close, beat-by-beat, can hear when the heart stops. I saved
the pieces when it broke and ground them all to dust.
 Silver And Cold
I came here by day, but I left here in darkness and found you on the way. Now, it is silver
and silent. It is silver and cold. You, in somber resplendence, I hold. Your sins into
me, oh, my beautiful one now. Your sins into me. As a raptur ous voice escapes,
I will tremble a prayer and I'll beg for forgiveness. Your sins into me, oh, my beautiful one.
Light, like the flutter of wings, feel your hollow voice rushing into me as you're longing to sing.
So I will paint you in silver. I will wrap you in cold. I will lift up your voice as I
sink. Cold in life's throws. I'll fall asleep for you. I only ask you turn away. I only
ask you turn as they seep into me, oh, my beautiful one.
 Dancing Through Sunday
Will you join me in this dance of misery, cradled in impossibility? Swooning, I am swept away, swept
off my feet. With step-by-step we take the lead as drop-by-drop we start to bleed. And we dance in misery, all lost
in the arms of our misery. Swept off our feet by our misery, we're swept into shadows. Will you lend yourself to
beauty that will horrify? Let me hide within your black, the still inside your eyes. Deafened, caught within a
cry so sensual. As step-by-step I separate, while breath-by-breath I suffocate. So who will follow?
Who is the lead? I know I'll leave a stain because I bleed as we dance. We all dance. We all have n o
chance in this horrid romance.

Girl’s Not Grey

I'll lay me down tonight, much further down. Swim in the calm tonight. This
art does drown. What follows me as the whitest lace of light just begs
to be imbrued? What follows will swallow whole. What follows has
lead me to this place where I belong, with
all erased. All insects sing tonight. The coldest sound. I'd send God's grace
tonight could it be found. I'll lay me down tonight much further down.
Watch stars go out tonight. On sinking ground I'll lay me down.
 Death Of Seasons
Of late it's harder just to go outside, to leave this deadspace with hatred so alive. Writhing with sickness,
thrown into banality, I decay. Killed by the weakness, but forced to return. Turn it off. I
watch the stars as they fall from the sky. I held a fallen star and it wept for me, dying. I feel the fallen stars
encircle me now, as they cry. Out there so quickly grows malignant tribes. Posthuman extinction excels unrec-
ognized. Feeling surrounded, so bored with mortality, I decay. All of this hatred is ****ing real. Turn it on. It
won't be all right despite what they say. Just watch the stars tonight as they disappear, disintegrate. And
I disintegrate 'cause this hate is ****ing real. And I hope to shade the world as stars go out and I disintegrate.
 The Great Disappointment
I can remember a place I used to go. Chrysanthemums of white, they seemed so beautiful. I can remember. I
searched for the amaranth. I'd shut my eyes to see. Oh, how I smiled then, so near the cherished
ones. I knew they would appear...saw not a single one. Oh, how I smiled then, waiting so patiently. I'd
make a wish and bleed. While I waited I was wasting away. I can remember...dreamt them so vividly, soft
creatures draped in white, light kisses gracing me. I can remember when I first realized dreams
were the only place to see them. While I waited I was wasting away. Hope was wasting away. Faith was
wasting away. I was wasting away. I never, never wanted this. I always wanted to believe, but
from the start I'd been deceived. I never, never wanted this. Inside a crumbling effigy, so dies all
innocence. But you promised me...

Paper Airplanes (makeshift wings)

Raise high monolithic statues so fragile. As they fall, I am ever enthralled. Gaze, lie and smirk in time.
Your arrogance will suit you well 'til fashion is dispelled. As waves of plastic fame go out of
fashion, you're going out forever unknown. These waves of plastic fame are drying up and I smile
because you're dying to become forever unknown. From above a rain of ashes descends. Anathema I will
watch them burn.
remain, forever will remain. From below, in my seclusion, look up to the sky to see paper wings and

Without habitation. You'll never find a soul inside, no life, but nothing's died. No lights, but quite the
show (just as long as no one ever knows all motion is pantomime.) Dancing in the rain of descending
ash, dancing on your grave, I'll see you all falling. Dancing in the rain of descending ash, dancing in your
d u s t . I ' l l s e e y o u a l l f a l l i n g. I ' d s t o p i t , h a d y o u a h e a r t .

This Celluloid Dream

Calling tears from deep inside, oh, you're so exquisite. And in the mirror, all midnight eyes. Oh, if I could
remain, but it's just a visit. All midnight eyes read "vacancy." Twisted, twisting. To the lovely
dancing lights, I begged, "May I cut in?" but they never stopped playing "their song." Of a joyous song
they sing, I've heard whispers. On a freezing note, I resonate. Just like romantic verses, just like a joyous end,
just like a memory, it twists me. You land as lightly as the new snow, cinematic, onto the melting
boy and melt away. You light as gently, you're so cinematic. Bathed in your radiance, I melt. In the glitter, in the
dark, sunk into velvet praying this will never end. In the shadow of a star, in static pallor, I realized I never
began. All the colors upon leaving will turn to grey.
 The Leaving Song
Walked away, heard them say, "Poison hearts will never change. Walk away again." Turned away in
disgrace. Felt the chill upon my face cooling from within. It's hard to notice gleaming from
the sky when you're staring at the cracks. It's hard to notice what is passing by with eyes lowered. You
walked away, heard them say, "Poisoned hearts will never change. Walk away again." All the cracks
will lead right to me and all the cracks will crawl right through me, and I fell apart as I
walked away, heard them say, "Poisoned hearts will never change." Walked away again.
Turned away in disgrace. Felt the chill upon my face cooling from within.
 …but home is nowhere
Twenty-six years and seems like I've just begun to understand my intimate is no one. When the director sold
the show, who bought its last rites? They cut the cast, the music, and the lights. This is my line. This is
eternal. How did I ever end up here? Discarnate. Preternatural. My prayers to disappear, ungranted in
dead time left me disowned, absent of grace, marked as infernal. To this nature, so unnatural. I
remain alone. Twenty-six years end. Still speaking in these tongues. Such revelations while understood by no
one. When the new actor stole the show, who questioned his grace? Please clear the house of ill-
acquired taste. Give me something. Give me something. Give me something real. I lay strewn across
the floor, can't solve this puzzle. Everyday another small piece can't be found. I lay strewn across the floor
pieced up in sorrow. The pieces are lost, these pieces don't fit. Pieced together incomplete and empty.
We held hands on the last night on earth. Our mouths filled with dust, we kissed in the fields
and under trees, screaming like dogs, bleeding dark into the leaves. It was empty on the edge of town but
we knew everyone floated along the bottom of the river. So we walked through the
waste where the road curved into the sea and the shattered seasons lay, and the bitter smell of burn-
ing was on you like a disease. In our cancer of passion you said, "Death is a midnight runner." The sky had
come crashing down like the news of an intimate suicide. We picked up the shards and formed them into
shapes of stars that wore like an antique wedding dress. The echoes of the past broke the hearts of the
unborn as the ferris wheel silently slowed to a stop. The few insects skittered away in hopes of a better
pastime. I kissed you at the apex of the maelstrom and asked if you would accompany me in a quick fall,
but you made me realize that my ticket wasn't good for two. I rode alone. You said, "The cinders are
falling like snow." There is poetry in despair, and we sang with unrivaled beauty, bitter elegies of
savagery and eloquence. Of blue and grey. Strange, we ran down desperate streets and carved our names
in the flesh of the city. The sun has stagnated somewhere beyond the rim of the horizon and the darkness is
a mystery of curves and lines. Still, we lay under the emptiness and drifted slowly outward, and
somewhere in the wilderness we found salvation scratched into the earth like a message.

This Time Imperfect

I cannot leave here. I cannot stay. Forever haunted, more than afraid. Asphyxiate on words I would
say. I'm drawn to a blackened sky as I turn blue. There are no flowers, no, not this time.
There will be no angels gracing the lines, just these stark words I find. I'd show a smile but I'm too
weak. I'd share with you, could I only speak, just how much this hurts me. I cannot
stay here. I cannot leave. Just like all I loved, I'm make-believe. Imagined heart, I disappear.
Seems no one will appear here and make me real. There are no flowers, no, not this time.
There will be no angels gracing the lines, just these stark words I find. I'd show a smile
but I'm too weak. I'd share with you, could I only speak, just how much this hurts me. I'd tell you how
it haunts me. Cuts through my day and sinks into my dreams. You don't care that it haunts
me. There are no flowers, no, not this time. There will be no angels gracing the lines, just
these stark words I find. I'd show a smile but I'm too weak. I'd share with you, could I only speak,
just how much this hurts me...just how much this hurts me...just how much you...

AFI is: Davey Havok- vocals, Jade Puget- guitar, Adam Carson- drums, Hunter- bass
 Produced by Jerry Finn and Butch Vig
Mixed by Jerry Finn
Executive Producer: Jade Puget
Recorded by Joe McGrath
Assistant Engineers: Chris Holmes, Alan Mason, Dan Chase, Stacey Dodds and Alan Sanderson
Additional Technical Assistance by Alan Mason
Drum Techs: Garner Knutsen & Mike Fasano
Recorded at Cello Studios, Los Angeles
Mixed at Chalice Studios, Los Angeles
Mastered at Bernie Grundman by Brian Gardner

All Programming and Keyboards by Jade Puget

Additional musicians:
Cello: Susie Katayama
Additional Keys on “…but home is nowhere”: Roger Joseph Manning Jr.
Guest Female Vocal: Anna-Lynne Williams
Background Vocals: Davey, Jade, Hunter and Adam
Additional Background Vocals: Nick 13, Geoff Kresge, Chris Holmes, Ralph Saenz, Jerry Finn,
Joe McGrath, Matt Wedgley, Butch Vig, “Precious” Steve Cunningham and Luke Wood.
Vocoder: Stacey Dodds
Choir: St. Mileon’s Church
Spoken Word Vocals: Gibson Casian, Davey Havok, Hans Wold

A&R: Luke Wood

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1.Miseria Cantare- The Beginning 2.The Leaving Song Pt. II 3.Bleed Black 4.Silver and Cold
5.Dancing Through Sunday 6.Girl's Not Grey 7.Death of Seasons 8.The Great Disappointment
9.Paper Airplanes (makeshift wings) 10.This Celluloid Dream 11.The Leaving Song 12....but home is nowhere