LADY IN A BLUE DRESS

TIE HER DOWN So love me gently with a chainsaw And take the glass against your wrists You know I am your worst nightmare Oh how you love my bloody kiss But it's time to die You re worth more dead Tell me your fantasies I'll make you believe T hat I really care I'll look into your eyes I'll tell you all my lies As I take you slow So love me gently with a chainsaw I'll leave you like your father did I'll bite your lip so fucking so hard And watch the innocence just to drip Down your chest And into my...mouth So take your tears and go away A bitter ending from a slow decay And I'll sit here with a smile and a match T lies she cried he T heart ache he
Just like a lady in a blue dress You've got cigarettes on your breath Hair spray and some cheap perfume I'll put a little sour in your sweet You've got so much fucking tongue in cheek You want what you can never have You Say T hat you want respect Well then you better get Some for yourself Cause all T hat I see right now Is someone who s Lost and insecure So you say that I am rated X You suffer from the lack of sex Black heart and your lipstick s smeared Your points are trite And I'm too sober To deal with you running over Your same pathetic clich lines Don't try to be cute with me Cause I know you hate yourself And you'd end your stupid life now But you re too spineless Just like a lady in a blue dress You've got cigarettes on your breath Hair spray and some cheap perfume

YOU RE CUTE WHEN YOU SCREAM Fuck with My heart I'll teach you what it's like To be So used T hat you have to clean T dirt he Stuck in Your plastic finger nails And just the scent of you is enough To make me sick And all I know is Revenge is sweet when You know that you are worthless And I am better than T games that you play princess he I've played and always win I'll take My time To slowly plot your end But now I will Spit bullets with my pen And all I know is You re cute when you scream I'll take you to the top Of this building and just push you off Run down the stairs so I can see Your face as you hit the street

BURIED A LIE Rest in peace girl Your death is such a shame T paper said a bullet got in your way he But I smell foul play Possible poisoning I had to bring you in for questioning So I went to your grave Dug up your body Brought it to my house Where you lay So let s play doctor, babe We ll operate today Incisions must be made You could help solve this case for me I headed downtown To the share what I had found It s not suicide it s a crime I have a witness It s clearly evident T here had to be someone else At the time of death Poisons in stomach How could she pull it? If she s dead We need a scalpel now Under white lights you lay We ve got to hurry up before the flesh decays away I ll catch the murderer And send him away I ll get the evidence From your last day Your last day

BITE TO BREAK SKIN So let me take this medicine To quench my love for violent things My swan song will Be like a bullet laced in anger As the razor cuts the soft spot On your heel Each breath Is getting slower T his war Is getting harder To fight by myself Sick waves Of bitter fashion Rip down T shield that I have he Tears rain from above Do you see? T life I lead? he So follow me into the sun And I will bleed T poisons dry he T hese bayonet scars Never cease To blind the light shed from the beast And all we do is hate Eyes shot From constant visions Angels Rendered useless Good has lost its heart So follow me into the sun And I will bleed T poisons dry he For you Bite to break skin Don't give the secrets My stoic face Beaten with passion T phoenix will die he Inside the fire storm I am the son Follow my foot steps

RUM IS FOR DRINKING, NOT FOR BURNING T his Captain goes down with his ship All hands on deck stand hip to hip I shout the order shoot to kill I m dressed to thrill I m dressed to thrill And all my enemies I want their eyes to see T heir Captain walk the plank Destroy them rank by rank Sail with me into the setting sun T battle has been won, but war has just begun he And as we grow emotion starts to die We need to find a way just to keep our desire alive Now set the sails to quarter mast We ll jump their ship we ll sink em fast Men follow me to victory Red as the sea Red as the sea And to the cannons roar T heir bodies dance ashore A pirate s life for me I won t go quietly And to my damsel in distress You ve made a mess of your new dress

CHOKE ON THIS

SLOW DANCE If you pull too hard T hen the string will break And if you leave the slack T hen the string won t hold So how can we find ourselves? Trapped in our own private hells Where we just scream but no one can hear X marks the spot where the dig begins T treasure is found within he T broken hearts that are soaked with fear he Fill the glass to the brim And it will spill out Keep on the sharpening the knife And it will be so blunt
Half smoked cigarettes and you re the trash T hat infests my sheets Can't make a wife out of a whore Don't want your skin on me And you re You re addicted to the drug of lust Detoxing the cold sweat of shame And I love your pain I gave you these roses now But I left in the thorns I d rather hurt someone than hurt myself I'll dispose of you like a lighter out of fuel I'll lose you somewhere on a dusty shelf So this love s been worn down Like songs on a tape T his sex has lost all of its fun Like gum loses taste And you re You re addicted to the drug of lust Detoxing the cold sweat of shame And I love your pain I gave you these roses now But I left in the thorns I d rather hurt someone than hurt myself I'll dispose of you like a lighter out of fuel I'll lose you somewhere on a shelf I'm here lying in your bed babe Remember what you said to me You can be my James Dean. I ll be your sweet queen. I said that you were my first But you weren t even close now Like a frame in a movie Your just one of many Can you grant me one last wish? Play Russian roulette as we kiss Ill be your cheap novelty Blow your brains out on me

To be at one with all your life And do without doing a thing Don t try too hard to understand Or you ll miss the, miss the point at hand

NJ FALLS INTO THE ATLANTIC And it's 4 a.m. and we will stalk again T princess and her bitter queen he On the 4th day of July Deep in summers eye Naked like the truth should always be So speak your knives Don't follow with your foot All this pain here All comes from your dry lung I won't listen Your rhetoric is fleeting My joints are fixed with glue Coming straight from off the water Sunburned face and drunken father Crying as she s carving in her flesh T his false art Of palm trees and trash sheets T his burning bed Where my ghost will now sleep Watching romance from a far seat Bleeding from the glass on my feet Learning that I love the smell of flesh An angel on his two knees Arms stretched toward a red sea Of violence and a sultry tongue T scenic view of carnage he Caused by the sword in his hands T beauty resonates in birth he It's plain to see T wind beneath the trees he Flowing free T summer breeze is sweet he I lay in space Choked by my own air I love the taste Of your blackened lips

LET IT ENFOLD YOU So the lie now is my weapon Like a bush dried and withered in the sun With a spark I ll go up in flames I d lay my guts out but they re too small to see It s kinda cute how I pretend to be Everything but the instrument I am Peace or happiness? So Let it enfold you A birth to life is what I m after My first name won t be my last one Let the light just drip into your eye So it s true my words are contrived I tell lies just to get into your mind I m as fake as a widow s smile T his mask of glass is what I choose to wear So I won t ever have the need to bear T total truth to anyone but me he I'm just a bad actor stuck with a shitty script All of my lines are cheap and the cast is weak T here was no music for the first time I got kissed T here was no femme fatale my mistress wasn t rich So I ve been formatted to fit your TV screen T film went straight to tape, I ll bow out quietly he Please do this now I beg Duct tape my arms and legs T hrow me into the sea Please save me Please save me Now watch the waves eat me Setting my cold heart free I'll wash ashore in weeks You can t save me now

THE IRONY OF DYING ON YOUR BIRTHDAY ANGELA BAKER AND MY OBSESSION WITH FIRE Just know We are A spec In time So follow your bliss And destroy the beauty I ll lock myself alone in a room Drink until the clock strikes noon With just a pen a pill and some paper And maybe I will write a sad song Or another clich poem Of the person that I long to be I wanna die like Jim Morrison A fucking rock star I wanna die like god on the cover of Time Just a blink and its gone So baby pour some fame in my glass So kill the forest And destroy the beauty Colors blind T eyes he Sounds deafen T ear he Flavors numb T taste he T houghts weaken T mind he Ill attack someone with a switchblade So that I can see their pain I choose to be a serial killer Cause the victims don t get any fame
I won't forget the day that T hat I came to And I started thinking that there s more T han just perfect prom queens and silver spoons And all I ever wanted Was someone To knock me back to T bliss of ignorance he Cause I feel like running head first into traffic And so I'm here to say T hat thoughts in bed with pain I won t forget the day that T hat I found god In a kitchen knife and on my arm So paint the pail white floor with With my red life And tell me that this pain is T pain you love he As I swallow the pills happiness And you watch me fall like New York in an earthquake And so I'm here to say T hat thoughts in bed with pain I stand outside my pretty house I light a match to start the fire I called the cops to let em know It s 22 Walthery Ave I thought I wanted this I m here to say I said I wanted some more attention I thought I wanted a story ending I think the truth is I m scared I think that I m just scared to live I think that the truth is I m everything that I hate

MARTINI KISS T here's poison in my drinking glass Don't stop just sip it down And in a swirling masquerade of sound My body hits the ground I'm beautiful when I'm asleep Martini kisses land On my blistered bloody scarlet lips T bottles in my hand he Burn out not fade away Burn out not fade away Burn out not fade away I ll speak in riddles so you can understand I ll draw in pencil so you can trace with pen So in love with me like sand to wet feet I ll write both our names into the wet concrete We re glistening like silver spoons Beneath the summer night Oh can you smell the subtle hint of frost As the flowers start to cry T autumn winds are bringing graves he To all the emerald trees T hey re so beautiful in their dismay T colors slowly bleed he T pawns will fade away he Burn out not fade away Burn out not fade away T kings at his checkmate he Burn out not fade away Burn out not fade away And I sit here With a sick grin Choking as I laugh until I die

Bands: Adelphi Rock, Airkake, Allister, Armor for Sleep T Beautiful Mistake, Boys Night Out, Brand New, , he T Capgun Heroes, Catch 22, Dillinger Escape Plan, T Early November, Every Time I Die, Face First, he he Fading Away, Fairweather, Fenix Tx (rip), Finch, Folly, From Autumn to Ashes, Hidden in Plainview, Home Grown, In Flames, Iron Maiden, Just Another Day (rip), Madison, Matchbook Romance, Maverick, Midtown, Millencolin, Moneen, Motion City Soundtrack, T Movie Life, My Chemical Romance, Name Taken, he Never Heard of It, New Found Glory, Northstar, Not a Clue (rip), One True T hing, T Prize Fight, he Reggie and the Full Effect, Rydia, Rx Bandits, Saosin, Seize the Moment (rip), Socratic, Something Corporate, T Starting Line, A Static Lullaby, Steel Train, Taking Back Sunday, Tokyo Rose, Up he Syndrome, Valandora, Welcome Home Travis (rip)

People: Steve Evetts, Jesse Cannon, Rich Egan and Everyone @ Vagrant, Andrew Ellis, Richard and Stefanie Reines, Everyone at Drivethru: Chi Chi, Kim, Kristine, Josh, Nate, Linda, and the Interns, Dave Conway, John Shea and Everyone @ ECA Records, All our supporting Parents and Families: T Glita Family he , T Miller Family, T Nielsen Family, T Trapp Family, and the Zablocki Family, Robby Sutton, Beno, he he he and Everyone @ Velvet Hammer Management, Jordan Schur, Eric Hunter, Paul Orescan and Everyone @ Geffen Records, Carl @ Ferret Records, Eric @ Trax East Studios, Stunt Bum and Nu Metal Dude @ Showplace Studios, Oliver @ Mission Sound, Alan Douches @ West West Side, Dillinger Escape Plan for letting us use your amp Kyle @ No Milk Records, Heath @ Excessdb, Gdog (Greg), Ryan Giblin, , Christian, Ginny Song, Shawn Nelson, Nick Fronczkowski, Pavan Grewall, Dave Shug Jun, Curly John Reese , @ Freeze Management, Jeremy @ T Agency Group Nick @ Face the Music, James Gill, Lisa Brown he , and Crew, Jeff Zimbalist, Geoff Ryan, Jeremy Senpar, Multimedia Dimensions, Butch, Dan and everyone @ WSOU, Brad Filip Duncan Johnson, Crush Management, John Naclerio @ Nada Studios, Kimi and Chelsey , , Steve, Felipe, and Moe, Richie Meyers, Matt Galle, Juan @ T Chance, thenjscene.com, Mark Grskovic, he Bob Sannino, Brian Neary, Mike Bell Smith, Jed Ehrmann, Uhnet and Rikki, Ampeg Amps, Gibson Guitars, Ernie Ball, Mesa Boogie Amps, Marshall Amps, Peavey Amps, Dunlop Picks, Remo, Vater Sticks, Orange County Drums, Darren @ Soria Clothing, Chad and Rory@ T Militia Group Pallas Athena, Don Delson, he , Chris and everyone @ Band Merch, Randy and Pat @ Curly and Spike, James @ Transending Records, Dave and Jason @ Absolutepunk.net, Rocksound Magazine, Alternative Press, Revolver, Justin Barooki, Kareem Black, Jarin Blacshka, James Rheem Davis, Josh @ Made Clothing, Dave @ Maphia Clothing, Jonathan and Edra @ Diveez Clothing, Ebeltz, All the people who have come out and supported us from the start, Anyone who has/will let us sleep on their floor, everyone who has helped us with a show, and everyone else who have supported us in everything we ve done. Lastly, you for buying this cd. Mike T hanks: My amazing and supporting parents and brother, Paul Erian, Brian and Chris Lalancette, Tim Ohara, Emmanuel Doxy, Nitu Desai, Jay Patel, Dhvani Parmar, Andre Araujo, Sandra Sung, Yuka and Lika Kumoi, Matt Ramsay, Jane Kim, Jenna Burnett, Ryan Dominguez, Chazz Stadtlander, Matt Rielly, Sean Magarelli, Lester Munoz, Neal Nonato, James Gill, Mike Sussman, Jen Curley, Kate O Mara, Shannon Byrne, Lisa VanDerMeiren, Dave (Shug) Jun, Nick (Hollywood) Fronczkowski, Shawn Nelson, Butch, Pavan Grewall, Indy, Gunz, Steve Evetts for being an inspiration and an awesome producer, Jesse Cannon, Rich Egan and everyone @ Vagrant for being amazing, Andrew Ellis for kicking ass, Hard 8 Mgmt, Richard and Stefanie Reines, Everyone @ DriveT hru, Ginny Song, Bob Sannino, Kenny Meiselas, Everyone @ Velvet Hammer, Brad Filip Tokyo Rose, Dogwood Drive, 74/40, W.O. Town Represent, My RU , Crew, and especially a huge thanks to all our fans who have come out since the start and help us keep doing what we do.

Buddy T hanks: I'd like to thank my amazing mother Lisa Brown for helping me through everything and being such an asset to Senses Fail, Rich Egan, Richard Reines and Stefanie Reines, Andrew Ellis (the man) Brian, Aedan, Liam, Victoria. My wonderful girlfriend Lexie, Liz Caplan, Dr. Libin, T Miller Family for putting up with our shit and letting us practice he and drink there for so long, Shawn, Nick (scoob), Pavan, Bob Sannino, Butch, Heath Miller, GDogg, Ryan Giblin, Gunz, Kasey, Serge, All the bands we've toured with and played with, Joey South Side and the Banner, Dave Kim, Steve Evetts, Jesse Cannon, my grandma, my dogs, and most importantly everyone who has supported us, helped us, let us sleep on your floor, and all the amazing people that we meet at shows all over the country, your the ones that make it possible for us to live out our dream thank you. Dave T hanks: My parents, Doug, Gill, Nick, Shawn, Butch, Ryan Giblin, Heath Miller, Rich Egan and everyone @ Vagrant, Richard and Stefanie Reines, Kyle @ No Milk Records, G dogg, Jake Mayo, Dave Conway and Everyone @ ECA Records, Gunz, Dennis and the Madison guys, Bryce and Mike from Maverick, Jesse Cannon, Steve Evetts, Duncan Dan T hanks: Mom, Dad, and Brian for their love and support, Kirsten for being my best friend and being there for me through all my shit, I love you, My whole family, Shawn, Nick, Pavan, Butch, Botch, Otch, CrotchOtchenson, Slobberton, Steve Evetts, Jesse Cannon, Rich Egan and everyone @ Vagrant, Paul @ Geffen, Robby Sutton, Orange County Drum and Percussion, Vater, Remo, Zildjian, New Jersey, Taco Bell Garrett T hanks: Steve Evetts, South Park, Pablo Francisco, Mom, Dad, Erik, Danielle, Luke Piran, and the rest of my family, Rich Egan and everyone @ Vagrant, DriveT hru Records, James Gill, Shawn Nelson, Nick a.k.a Scoob , Butch Sloberton Otch Slob Fat Shithead Mayo, Bloody, Metalcore Gary Blevins, Knife Fight Matt, Pat Sweeney, Andrew Ellis, Jesse Cannon, Beno and Robby Sutton @ Velvet Hammer Management, Soria Clothing, Gnarkill, Bum Fights, Tom and Matt Watts

Recorded in April 2003 at: Trax East - South River, NJ Showplace Studios - Dover, NJ Frankensound Studios - North Brunswick, NJ And at Steve Evetts House Buried A Lie and Rum Is For Drinking Not Burning Recorded from Oct. 20th - 22nd at Mission Sound, Brooklyn, NY All Songs written and performed by Senses Fail All Lyrics written by James (Buddy) Nielsen Published by Senses Fail Music (BMI) Produced, mixed, and recorded by Steve Evetts Mixed at the Snuff Factory, Helmetta, NJ Mastered at West West Side Studios by Alan Douches Artwork by: James Rheem Davis - giantsumo.com Band Photo: Jarin Blaschke A & R: Richard Reines and Stefanie Reines Booking Agent: Andrew Ellis for Ellis Industries Business Management: Bob Sannino Legal: Kenneth R. Meiselas @ Grubman Industry & Schindler, P.C. Management: Rich Egan for Hard 8 Management Senses Fail is: Michael Glita Bass/Vocals Dave Miller Guitar Buddy Nielsen Vocals Dan Trapp - Drums Garrett Zablocki - Guitar

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Tie Her Down Lady in a Blue Dress Youre Cute When you Scream Buried a Lie Bite to Break Skin Rum is for Drinking, not for Burning Slow Dance Choke on This NJ Falls into the Atlantic Let it Enfold You Irony of Dying on your Birthday Angela Baker and my Obsession with Fire Martini Kiss