More Things That Don't Fucking Work

by Interface

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1.	Easter Eggs 00:08	lyrics
Everything you do will be made redundant. Every second you live will be forgotten. Every box tells a story.
2.	Hairspray Fallout 01:09	lyrics
How obvious do I need to be? Your spandex says it all. Wrangling meat and licking feet, you make it look so easy. Winter will come again, and when it does, you’ll be running back to me like a baby. Simpleton personified, the tits aren’t bouncing; no one cares. Time’s moved on, walking scrap, gender confused, terminally regressive.
3.	Void On Roids 00:24	lyrics
My ass feels sore, can't tell where it's from or what's the night before. Doner versus boner in a fight to the breast, poke 'em like a fire. Men in yellow want to play, getting heavy handed. Bitch pulls out and runs away, such a happy ending. There's no hour like happy hour.
4.	White Revolving Door 00:08	lyrics
There is no difference; there is no chance to be free.
5.	Mediation 00:13	lyrics
I called, and your mother answered. I wish it didn’t have to be this way.
6.	More Fucking Easter Eggs 00:09	lyrics
As if you couldn’t get enough, you’ve gorged on the slaves of your friends. How fucking fat can you become?
7.	Cryptic Cult 01:08	lyrics
We’ve gathered all the misfits of the day, at a campfire outside Utah; With skewered children and naked virgins for all. We get a lot of fan mail from Jordan and Iran; Wishing they could be here, to join in paradise. At least someone understands.
8.	Dishonourable Discharge 00:15	lyrics
Beatings. Stab wounds. Neck torn out of place. There’s cum on her face. Best of all, I knew her.
9.	The Contortonist 00:52	lyrics
I’ll confess to perfectionism, I’ve wanted this right for years. Drunk on shots, high on life, on a shortcut to Eivissa. Lured you in, almost there, schedule’s getting busy. Your vision’s blurred and you’re pissing me off. No rumpy pumpy for Humpty Dumpty. A bad case of the WKD blues. Tri-collateral impact; gone express. I’m spinning the bottle, but it seems to have broken. Looks like I’ll never know what to order tonight.
10.	The Man Who Celebrated Himself 00:52	lyrics
I stand on top of the hill Keeping watch over you But I haven't called you back and I don't think I will. I want to argue with all you say I want to take your smile away I want to pull myself apart and make you savour the kill. It's so uncommon It's so post-modern And it's so fucking cute when I get all conceited like that.
11.	Whoremonger 00:13	lyrics
Homicide. Xenocide. Contemplate Patricide.
12.	Easter Eggs (Reprise) 00:08	lyrics
Season’s gone, we’ve rewrote the books on suicide. Apparently we’re the best at it.
13.	Benedict's Memoirs 00:56	lyrics
I’m a lonesome man thanks to these stairs. What use is silver when I need gold? I find no joy from the rites of Christ, I’m starving while my sheep graze away. All I seek is to be redeemed, Blood’s pumping and I’m stranded, blue. Crucified in my own throne.
14.	Black And Yellow 00:02	lyrics
Black and yellow.
15.	Athens Wept 00:53	lyrics
In the name of progress we push to subjugate those less fortunate into absolute fucking slavery. Sometimes I wonder how we dial up the courage to call ourselves human, or maybe that term is the benchmark for how fucked things can be. The arrival of the machine; the destruction of an age. In the end we’ll kill them off, money leeching ‘parasites’. Earth for spoil with conscience drowned, FedEx drivers reign supreme. Athens wept.
16.	Wally Goes To Chelmno 00:16	lyrics
Hordes of flags in makeshift postal vans, Filled with fresh air and low priced mass graves.
17.	Blue Tape 00:18	lyrics
Is this all that’s left to be, a total fucking disgrace? Regressed, I’ve walked away from all the neon strobes. If I could live like you I wouldn’t empathise with myself, or anything I claimed, or any air I breathed.
18.	Domestic Food Riot 00:12	lyrics
Tell me more about all your pain, And how it just debilitates. I wanted to be post-hardcore, but my mom won't let me.
19.	Fucking Frisky In Mom's Basement 00:33	lyrics
No one takes us seriously when we hump the floor They just don’t get us and our open chords Gotta get, gotta get, gotta get low Gotta get, gotta get, right to the fucking floor
20.	What Happens Next? 00:15	lyrics	buy track
Ben Bruce, skinned alive Arms stretched, chastised What happens next? Ben Bruce, served dead Steel shaft, through the head What happens next? What happens next?
21.	Pace The Tea 00:23	lyrics
Lying estranged, beneath the vast waves The world enslaves, and all I’ve got is some riffs The deacons, pronounced me dead The aeon’s in flames, and all I’ve got is some riffs
22.	The Catharsian 01:41	lyrics
Your dreams, however admirable will be destroyed. Your towers ruined. As if you ever had a chance to redeem yourself, You’ve fallen flat on your goals. Pushed this world in front of you; Anvils piled against your waning skull. Can't you see impending doom, thine Armageddon? Fight! Defeat demons! Slay the suffering. Bring chaos to the chaotic. Kill the killers. Make the fearbringers fear. Stem the flow of putrile hate.

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credits

released April 10, 2013

Conceptualised, mangled and delivered December - April 2013.
All tracks written and thrown around by Interface

Miles - Vocals, Production, Synth Arrangements
Guy - Guitars, Vocals

Lyrics for 'The Catharsian' co-written by Tristan Boyle and Interface
Other lyrics by Interface