Story Behind The Song

Eric had a surgery for a pilonidal cyst on his tailbone and spent a month on his stomach. After days of trying to watch tv he was disgusted at how his brain was connecting people he knew around him with all the falsities and ad propaganda that he was seeing this box spew out. "I called James that day and said man I have an idea, I think you'll understand." They wrote the words that night and shaped all the music and melodies around that. This has become more of their poem to people who are just too afraid to be honest and different. Honest and different are not always the coolest things to be.

Song Description

Children are raised by televisions today. Through this they develop certain social skills and habits. We wanted to touch on how we see the medias influence on our society.

Lyrics

Boxes broadcast houses for a child
with no trees left to swing
the green glows cold through a rectangle tube
one more piece of clay he is

Theres "Tabu" lipstick in your silicone scheme
you wanna be a magazine
your breaking hearts with your plastic shell
in this air-conditioned hell

Try To Breathe
By Your Self

I hold you now little sindered star
in my midnight backseat dreams
we split into and I promise you
that this will never change

So Try To Breathe
By Your Self

What kind of commercial are you
I'm the one where the guys' confused
we are tigers caged up by wires