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I wrote this song while recording at my mom's house in New Jersey. I had just finished up doing vocals on Behemoth at about 2:00 in the morning, and decided to jam out on the banjo for a bit. The banjo parts of this song were largely improvised on a recording, and I finished up the vocal tracking and almost all mixing at about 4:00AM.

I'm pretty sure the entire idea for the song, at least lyrically anyway, came from the idea of a line 'a venom! a poison!' I feel like there was some poetic thing I learned about back in High School English class about a fire being snuffed by it's own ashes or something, how what it needed to survive was also killing it. I'm not sure if this actually exists anywhere, though.

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Close your eyes, pretend you're somewhere else
That's what you get for keeping it inside
Every day it gets a little worse
You wasted every chance you got
You thought a diamond grew inside
Turns out it was just another stone
And cold, it drags you under
Sinking by your device to stay afloat
Reaching out as far as my arms go
I'll tell you I've got you but I know that I can't reach that far

You crane your neck around
I walked in to see you smile
And in the half a second when it goes
You try as quickly as you can
To come up with the fastest way to say
"Look out behind you"
But lo, the tide, it dragged me under
And only choking yelps were coming out
And all it takes to make the noise that we're used to
Takes you to realize there is nothing you can do

Close your eyes, pretend you're somewhere else
You feel this time it's not the same
And when you think that things have finally changed
You realize what a fool you've been
And just like your father to ask your forgiveness
And just like the monster to bait your affection
Just like your mother to slip through your memory
Our paths are decided from miles and miles away

What does your heart do when I am near you?
Does it remember what other hearts sound like?
Pounding and gushing, a venom, a poison
It's lethal, it's fatal, and still you will trust it as a cure

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from The Pottsville Conglomerate, released 05 July 2011

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My name is Pete Davis. I am a 25-year-old musician and flavor chemist. I have been writing and recording my own music since 2002, always doing everything myself. I live with my wife and three cats in New Jersey.

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