VISIONS OF DEATH

by Out of Hand

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Jeff Richardson Check this out. A driving rain of our times: the hard tempo of life below a shallow surface; reality of a disjointed way. Vocals are concise, multi-layered, felt. Reminds me when Michigan was Michigan.
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released November 13, 2014

Out of Hand
Vocals - Parker Baldino
Guitar - Marc Taylor
Guitar - Mike Wasylenko
Bass - Zach Tulgestke
Drums - Dalton McGraw

All songs written by Parker Baldino, Zach Tulgestke, Dalton McGraw, and Marc Taylor.

Produced by Chris Trestain, Out of Hand, and Eldon McGraw.

Artwork by Dominic Pabon. Pabondesign.tumblr.com

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Track Name: BIDING MY TIME
Afraid to die, afraid to live
Have you found virtue in your life of sin
“I am pure” innocence you claim
Have you found honor in your life of shame
Falling behind, progression has ceased to be
Forced to live a life without eyes to see
Bare no shame in your lifeless body
I don’t want the life you forced upon me
Track Name: NEGLECTED DISCIPLINE
In a fucking chokehold
Feels like a noose is tied around my neck
Feeding our own hunger
At the price of our own minds

A life in shambles
One roll, take the gamble
A fight you can’t handle
Regression you can’t cancel

Blinded by the lust of our material lives
Find solace in the wake of demise
Track Name: AGONIZING ABSENCE
How much longer will this eat away at me
Lost my head, now losing sleep
Choking, begging for air to breathe
When will my conscience set me free

The reaper called your name
Can’t play death like a fucking game
Erase my father can you erase my pain
Felt his last breath, haven’t felt the same
Track Name: VISIONS OF DEATH
I won’t break my wrists holding this rope
Clouded vision can’t find my way home
Hands tied can’t grasp what’s real
No more hymns left on the prayer wheel

Visions of death
The gavel strikes hard
When there’s no loyalty left