Generational Wars (the podcast) with hosts: John McIntire and Gab Bonesso.

from the album "Que Vive!" where am i? in disguise, watching you almost invisible you can’t see sights are locked on your face finger sweating heavy breathing take the shot, no remorse, nothing left dehumanizing disappear, leave no trace, moving…

fourth and final song of our latest album.

from the album "Que Vive!" the faces blend together, form an enemy the faces blur, who’s the friend and who’s the enemy guilty is a feeling all human’s cry freedom from the enemy all the while freedom’s just not listening guilty is a feeling…

from the album "Que Vive!" which is circumstance and which is fate the child with nothing or the one with hate one may see wrong from right but the line is hard to follow even with the right design where do miracles go when the world’s in…

from the album "Que Vive!" hold the edge, your hand remind so steady slice, across the line don’t feind before you change your mind hope this makes the sorrow fade has to be a better way secrets hide, I will rejoice in shame and drink my scarlet…

from the album "Que Vive!" these wounds are deep and bleeding it’s hard to keep them covered the pain beyond believing wait so long to recover yes I know pain is a sign healing soon, this will be over these scabs are holy and sacred a shell…

from the album "Que Vive!" shadows fly across the ground vultures circle in the sky animations swallow imaginary hollow empty promise fleeting, the approach of death with my last breath I’m not broken yet the way ahead turns grey, crawl towards…

from the album "Que Vive!" before you throw it, the tragedy unfolding make sure you look him right into his eyes look him right into his eyes pull the pin, one Mississippi, two Mississippi hurl away and watch it arc into the sky watch it arc…

from the album "Que Vive!" night falling don’t want to sleep my dreams don’t feel like me falling, failing, twist all around my world turned upside down crash over, drown in the sea crush under, darkness inside of me failing harder, like a…

quick mix of something asa and i threw together yesterday. with some polish this one will be sick.

remake of the monkees song.