Part V

by The Ephinjis

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Part V- the second full length record by The Ephinjis- is a no gimmicks, in your face rock album. Abandoning the conceptual approach to crafting a record, the band goes for a tongue-in-cheek writing style that is paired with a tasteful mix of rock/opera/theatrical.
With no underlying story to tie the tracks together, the album is seen as a combination of uncollected thoughts and ideas, that are all being simultaneously purged by the band- a stream of consciousness in modern day America.

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released April 20, 2017

Written by | Ivan Armendariz | The Ephinjis |
Produced by | The Ephinjis | Nuance Audio |
Engineered, Mixed, Mastered by | Nuance Audio |
Recorded at | Kappawaves Audio LLC |

Special thanks to | Logan Misegadis | Ryan Michener | Joel Zeurcher |

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Track Name: Branded
I could wring his little neck
With one hand and break her with the other
And then- my demons that I hate-
I could then completely smother

They wanted blood, so I gave them a body
But this gets difficult when hands are completely dirty, dirty, dirty…

Don’t get me wrong, I don’t feel guilty
For using others to pay my filthy
Debts to the black box swingers
That’s got me under his fat fucking finger

Third degree murder is really petty
When my job consists of keeping the bleeding steady
For the machine’s insatiable hunger
Don’t worry- the guilt- it never lingers

They wanted blood, so I gave them a body
But this gets difficult when hands are completely dirty, dirty, dirty…

Don’t get me wrong, I don’t feel guilty
For using others to pay my filthy
Debts to the black box swingers
That’s got me under his fat fucking finger

I am the machine, the machine is I
I feed till I will die
I am the machine, the machine is I
I’ll feed it till I will die
Track Name: Humungus Fungus
Sitting upon the fringe of the galaxy
A mental mirage, a syringe fallacy
Mister Brown, why do you frown?
Your scowl scares me, you’re bringing us down

Falling backwards, oh so passively
Like a slow-mo death of a movie heresy
Miss Dowling, you’re quite darlin’
Erratic static turns my brain dischargin’

Wake me up
Remind me that we never really change
Habits that should have died long before
We crossed paths, this feels so strange
You were so strange

Hookers and Napoleons dressed ornately
To discuss the disgust of the sta-hate curtly
The suits, they sing and dance the polka
The people, cry and drown time inside their vodka

Wake me up
Remind me that we never really change
Habits that should have died long before
We crossed paths, this feels so strange
You were so strange

Lead me home, lead me home
Lead me home, lead me home….
Lead me home, lead me home,
Leave me home, lead me home…

Sitting on the edge of my table
We do this when we don’t have cable
A commercial of the slippery slope scenarios
Captured in the sound pumping out of your stereo
Track Name: Paranoid American Boy
Conspiracies were oxygen
And resentment the heart beat
Bigotry was the foot on my skull
And “taking it lightly” was the kiss of defeat

I will not die upon my knees
Emilio, I stand on my two feet
On this barren earth for which you’ve bled
For my color to never repeat

Slandering was the style
And the debates were a facade
Criminal behaviour was permissible
As the illiterate would applaud

I will not die upon my knees
Emilio, I stand on my two feet
On this barren earth for which you’ve bled
For my color to never repeat

Being “different” was the enemy
And the truth that he sold
Smeared with his American pride
And a price tag made of gold

Their dreams were my nightmares
The answer was their prayers being heard
The goal was supremacy
The outcome was obscured

Take my life, but not my freedom!

The truth is not on the television
It’s being survived on the streets
By some of us who want our freedoms
And so the cycle just repeats
Track Name: Drowning
I fell, a stone into the pond
I saw, light dissipate to none
I die, of darkness I am fond
I cry, for the failing of the sun

Microscopic souls, gently move along
With the crashing tide, I collect them into none
Millions of lights, but there is no sun rays
This far below the night, darkness preys

Within the deepest trench
Along the farthest earth
Against the strangest beasts
Beyond my death or birth

Against the coldest stone
Under the darkest sky
Beyond the finite void
Beyond the mystery that I-

Microscopic souls, gently move along
With the crashing tide, I collect them into none
Millions of lights, but there is sun rays
This far below the night, darkness preys


Within the deepest trench
Along the farthest earth
Against the strangest beasts
Beyond my death or birth

Against the coldest stone
Under the darkest sky
Beyond the finite void
Beyond the mystery that I...
Track Name: The Kaiser
All hail the Kaiser
America forged its own Hitler
We only hashtag revolutions
hashed out on this psycho thriller

No one standing screaming fire
But Ghost Ship’s burning is the choir
A single soundtrack execution
“DIY or die” is just the painkiller

Like graffiti but electric
Calling all the neo- skeptics
Do you feel special when rejected?
I can read you like a blackbook throwup spray can epic

This year’s model is last night’s nightmare
We harch into the void face the beat of the warfare

Our brains are generators
Our hearts the desire
Our lungs the agitators
We never tire- we never tire

Propaganda TV dinner
Neutrality's a hair twitch trigger
We’re singing songs of absolution
We've become our only gravediggers

So, we’ll shoot out all the traitors
I won’t stand beneath a dictator
I’ll die for my noise pollution before
Dying for an american terror

Our brains are generators
Our hearts the desire
Our lungs the agitators
We never tire- we never tire

Our brains are generators
Our hearts the desire
All the dogs and hopeless to
Forever be a live wire
Track Name: Break Night / Dysphoria / Finale
Pt. I
Clutch a bag of coffee, like clinging to the cuffs
Of the creep crying in the car, the coke is complicating the scuff

The shit that swims through my skull; stupid scenarios of suicide
Simple solutions to substitute the static of my insides

A tad to tactical, tattoos are too terrifying, trailing thoughts are tricking, the trials to be testifying
A tad to tactical, tattoos are too terrifying, trailing thoughts are tricking, the trials to be testifying

Pt. II

This is the part of the story
Where we break the fourth wall
Stop speaking in poetry
Start writing lines in the bathroom stall

This is the part that goes terribly wrong
From up here it’s a really long fall
If I were to speak so honestly
I would reckon that this is my final curtain call
Because I:

Pt. III


Work to die, and I breathe a lie, and I eat a line to fuel my eyes
To attempt to break this vicious tie of teetering survival- and I’m wanting to cry over:

Forgotten deadlines, and bulletless red rye
And swatting off all these fucking cannibal flies
As I stare into the darkest of skies
And I ask the question of my existence, “why?”

Because knowing I tried to break from my jail cell
Is better than breaking or blowing my brains out
And this low keeps me hungry but not for sustaining
This twisted up vision- i’m emotionally insane!

Get me the hell out of this
Spinning wheel death trap
Where I slap and I clap
And I map around this mishap
That lives inside of my pea-brained-piss logic,

Atomic? you call it “disease”, but I title it:
Freedom