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This song was written around the year 2000 as a basic metal riff for an old band I was in. It has morphed over the years into many different things, but nothing that was ever really coherent. I put it on the shelf for years as it just never felt right to me. Then in 2013 I revisited it one day, as I had a couple ideas in my head at work that day that could actually make that song work out. That was the key, after 13 years the song almost wrote itself in a matter of 2 hours. It was shocking. One of those things that kind of "just happens" every now and then. The lyrics I wrote about trying to dig up the past and relive those "good times" or trying to make things how it was " back in the day". You can do it, but it's never the same. Like digging up an ancient mummy, it's there, but not really and is it something you really want to restore? Is it worth it? No. Can you ever restore the past? No. But it doesn't matter, we all still try no matter what.

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Left Behind - By Patrick N. Neville

There's a bog inside
cold dark alone
the place where the good times die

So grab your chain of memories
and pull it round the winch
to drag 'em from deep inside

But is this the solution?
dissolution and solitary exclusion?
but if it's just that time of season
there really isn't a reason

it's nothing but
a sticky revolting mess
as you wipe the mud from it's eyes
a stinking mummy of memory
you've clutched to your chest
was it worth all that time?

There's certainly no distinction
no colors, hue or any definition
but if it's just that time of season
there really isn't a reason

We all get lost sometimes
We just get lost sometimes
When you hide
and search the bog of life
for what you left behind

So there it is, you got it back
now go and show your friends
A disturbing puppet show
Moments come, there they go
and then they slowly die
and sink into the mire

You cant see her face or hear the words she said
you cant live in the past
and you cant reanimate the dead
but if its just that time of season
you really don't need a reason

We all get lost sometimes
We just get lost sometimes
When you hide
and search the bog of life
for what you left behind

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from Equal Opportunity Apocalypse, released May 4, 2017

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