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Father was a friend he said, “Son, you will be safe if you know the devil’s hands are yours, just as they are mine.You are Jesus of your own disease. Its ironic, cause its true.” He took my hand and told me, “Son, this world is yours.” The architect, his wandering Opus is at variance; constituents without accord. Curious, I grow. So was I meant to know the words my father spoke? My hands became the demons. The vagabond methodically trudges through bitterness, through dissonance, and dour groves. We’re such wicked fiends: We are the monsters. Empathetic beings: We are the saviors. So maybe we are flawed. Fallen into disrepair, inherently we are the architect’s exquisite creation. A faulty mess of diagrams and partial notes. Father was a friend, he said, “Son you will be safe.” But I just can’t shake the devil’s hands. They’re yours and mine to keep. Jesus of our own disease, its ironic, cause its true. If we create this world… my God…

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from Figures, released June 12, 2012
Rob Marshall - Vocals, Bass
Jesse Kyle - Piano, Vocals
Nic Gracia - Guitar, Vocals

Written by Via Coma
Drums and Percussion, Written and Performed by Aaron Lunsford
Produced by Cody Bonnette, Aaron Lunsford and Via Coma
Mastered by Mike Kalajian of Telegraph Records
Engineered by Via Coma
Mixed by Ryan John

Recorded at Via Coma's Home Studio in Concord, CA, Earhythmic Studios in Oakland, CA, and Ex'pression College for Digital Arts in Emeryville, CA

Original Album Photo by Thomas Delgado
Design by Via Coma

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