Further South

by The New Self Defense

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Further South was recorded, mixed and mastered by Brian Forbes at The Gallery Recording Studios in Brooklyn, NY in October 2013. Album artwork by Nicholas Bohac. Album design by Lesley Siegel.

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released November 8, 2013

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Track Name: The Whip
There's a caller on the line
This happens every time
It says, "Everything, it hurts"
We bleed out every word

It's a shame, this expectation
This will hurt a bit, I know
But it's out of my control

Every single day is a tragedy
And every step we take, a miscalculation

The key to keeping myself tough
Stay out of touch
With the ones you love
The key to keeping myself tough
Completely numb
This is all too much

It's a shame, this disappointment
This will hurt a bit, I know
But it's out of my control

The key to keeping myself tough
Stay out of touch
With the ones you love
The key to keeping myself tough
Completely numb
This is all too much
Track Name: Wring Me Out
All these ups and downs
We twist and shout
In the wake we must go
Further south and far away
From this suffocating routine

How long 'til we break?
There are days I can't find time to breathe
How long 'til we break?

A day in Mexico
Heart beats slow
But the pulse comes back in
We can live and die on this beach
I do not miss anything back there

How long 'til we break?
There are days I can't find time to breathe
How long 'til we break?
Track Name: First Prize
I've been awake now for twenty hours or more
These ears won't stop ringing
These eyes just won't focus
This is all I aspired for

If I win, what's my prize?
If I lose, won't I get a break?
If I win, what's my prize?
You see it don't work that way

I've been awake now for thirty hours or more
And yet for you, this seems so familiar
I don't know what to think
We all sold our souls
And gave up all self-control
If this is winning I'd rather just say "Fuck it all"

If I win, what's my prize?
If I lose, won't I get a break?
If I win, what's my prize?
You see it don't work that way