TIE HER DOWN

So love me gently with a chainsaw

And take the glass against your wrists

You know I am your worst nightmare

Oh how you love my bloody kiss

But it's time to die

You�re worth more dead

Tell me your fantasies

I'll make you believe

That I really care

I'll look into your eyes

I'll tell you all my lies

As I take you slow

So love me gently with a chainsaw

I'll leave you like your father did

I'll bite your lip so fucking so hard

And watch the innocence just to drip

Down your chest

And into my...mouth

So take your tears and go away

A bitter ending from a slow decay

And I'll sit here with a smile and a match

The lies she cried

The heart ache

LADY IN A BLUE DRESS

Just like a lady in a blue dress

You've got cigarettes on your breath

Hair spray and some cheap perfume

I'll put a little sour in your sweet

You've got so much fucking tongue in cheek

You want what you can never have

You Say

That you want respect

Well then you better get

Some for yourself

Cause all

That I see right now

Is someone who�s

Lost and insecure

So you say that I am rated X

You suffer from the lack of sex

Black heart and your lipstick�s smeared

Your points are trite

And I'm too sober

To deal with you running over

Your same pathetic clich lines

Don't try to be cute with me

Cause I know you hate yourself

And you'd end your stupid life now

But you�re too spineless

Just like a lady in a blue dress

You've got cigarettes on your breath

Hair spray and some cheap perfume

YOU�RE CUTE WHEN YOU SCREAM

Fuck with

My heart

I'll teach you what it's like

To be

So used

That you have to clean

The dirt

Stuck in

Your plastic finger nails

And just the scent of you is enough

To make me sick

And all I know is

Revenge is sweet when

You know that you are worthless

And I am better than

The games that you play princess

I've played and always win

I'll take

My time

To slowly plot your end

But now

I will

Spit bullets with my pen

And all I know is

You�re cute when you scream

I'll take you to the top

Of this building and just push you off

Run down the stairs so I can see

Your face as you hit the street

BURIED A LIE

Rest in peace girl

Your death is such a shame

The paper said a bullet got in your way

But I smell foul play

Possible poisoning

I had to bring you in for questioning

So I went to your grave

Dug up your body

Brought it to my house

Where you lay

So let�s play doctor, babe

We�ll operate today

Incisions must be made

You could help solve this case for me

I headed downtown

To the share what I had found

It�s not suicide it�s a crime

I have a witness

It�s clearly evident

There had to be someone else

At the time of death

Poisons in stomach

How could she pull it?

If she�s dead

We need a scalpel now

Under white lights you lay

We�ve got to hurry up

before the flesh decays away

I�ll catch the murderer

And send him away

I�ll get the evidence

From your last day

Your last day

BITE TO BREAK SKIN

So let me take this medicine

To quench my love for violent things

My swan song will

Be like a bullet laced in anger

As the razor cuts the soft spot

On your heel

Each breath

Is getting slower

This war

Is getting harder

To fight by myself

Sick waves

Of bitter fashion

Rip down

The shield that I have

Tears rain from above

Do you see?

The life I lead?

So follow me into the sun

And I will bleed

The poisons dry

These bayonet scars

Never cease

To blind the light shed from the beast

And all we do is hate

Eyes shot

From constant visions

Angels

Rendered useless

Good has lost its heart

So follow me into the sun

And I will bleed

The poisons dry

For you

Bite to break skin

Don't give the secrets

My stoic face

Beaten with passion

The phoenix will die

Inside the fire storm

I am the son

Follow my foot steps

RUM IS FOR DRINKING, NOT FOR BURNING

This Captain goes down with his ship

All hands on deck stand hip to hip

I shout the order shoot to kill

I�m dressed to thrill

I�m dressed to thrill

And all my enemies

I want their eyes to see

Their Captain walk the plank

Destroy them rank by rank

Sail with me into the setting sun

The battle has been won, but war has just begun

And as we grow emotion starts to die

We need to find a way just to keep our desire alive

Now set the sails to quarter mast

We�ll jump their ship we�ll sink �em fast

Men follow me to victory

Red as the sea

Red as the sea

And to the cannons roar

Their bodies dance ashore

A pirate�s life for me

I won�t go quietly

And to my damsel in distress

You�ve made a mess of your new dress

SLOW DANCE

If you pull too hard

Then the string will break

And if you leave the slack

Then the string won�t hold

So how can we find ourselves?

Trapped in our own private hells

Where we just scream but no one can hear

X marks the spot where the dig begins

The treasure is found within

The broken hearts that are soaked with fear

Fill the glass to the brim

And it will spill out

Keep on the sharpening the knife

And it will be so blunt

To be at one with all your life

And do without doing a thing

Don�t try too hard to understand

Or you�ll miss the, miss the point at hand

CHOKE ON THIS

Half smoked cigarettes and you�re the trash

That infests my sheets

Can't make a wife out of a whore

Don't want your skin on me

And you�re

You�re addicted to the drug of lust

Detoxing the cold sweat of shame

And I love your pain

I gave you these roses now

But I left in the thorns

I�d rather hurt someone than hurt myself

I'll dispose of you like a lighter out of fuel

I'll lose you somewhere on a dusty shelf

So this love�s been worn down

Like songs on a tape

This sex has lost all of its fun

Like gum loses taste

And you�re

You�re addicted to the drug of lust

Detoxing the cold sweat of shame

And I love your pain

I gave you these roses now

But I left in the thorns

I�d rather hurt someone than hurt myself

I'll dispose of you like a lighter out of fuel

I'll lose you somewhere on a shelf

I'm here lying in your bed babe

Remember what you said to me

�You can be my James Dean.

I�ll be your sweet queen.�

I said that you were my first

But you weren�t even close now

Like a frame in a movie

Your just one of many

Can you grant me one last wish?

Play Russian roulette as we kiss

Ill be your cheap novelty

Blow your brains out on me

NJ FALLS INTO THE ATLANTIC

And it's 4 a.m. and we will stalk again

The princess and her bitter queen

On the 4th day of July

Deep in summers eye

Naked like the truth should always be

So speak your knives

Don't follow with your foot

All this pain here

All comes from your dry lung

I won't listen

Your rhetoric is fleeting

My joints are fixed with glue

Coming straight from off the water

Sunburned face and drunken father

Crying as she�s carving in her flesh

This false art

Of palm trees and trash sheets

This burning bed

Where my ghost will now sleep

Watching romance from a far seat

Bleeding from the glass on my feet

Learning that I love the smell of flesh

An angel on his two knees

Arms stretched toward a red sea

Of violence and a sultry tongue

The scenic view of carnage

Caused by the sword in his hands

The beauty resonates in birth

It's plain to see

The wind beneath the trees

Flowing free

The summer breeze is sweet

I lay in space

Choked by my own air

I love the taste

Of your blackened lips

LET IT ENFOLD YOU

�So the lie now is my weapon�

Like a bush dried and withered in the sun

With a spark I�ll go up in flames

I�d lay my guts out but they�re too small to see

It�s kinda cute how I pretend to be

Everything but the instrument I am

Peace or happiness?

So �Let it enfold you�

A birth to life is what I�m after

My first name won�t be my last one

Let the light just drip into your eye

So it�s true my words are contrived

I tell lies just to get into your mind

I�m as fake as a widow�s smile

This mask of glass is what I choose to wear

So I won�t ever have the need to bear

The total truth to anyone but me

I'm just a bad actor stuck with a shitty script

All of my lines are cheap and the cast is weak

There was no music for the first time I got kissed

There was no femme fatale my mistress wasn�t rich

So I�ve been formatted to fit your TV screen

The film went straight to tape, I�ll bow out quietly

Please do this now I beg

Duct tape my arms and legs

Throw me into the sea

Please save me

Please save me

Now watch the waves eat me

Setting my cold heart free

I'll wash ashore in weeks

You can�t save me now

THE IRONY OF DYING ON YOUR BIRTHDAY

Just know

We are

A spec

In time

�So follow your bliss�

And destroy the beauty

I�ll lock myself alone in a room

Drink until the clock strikes noon

With just a pen a pill and some paper

And maybe I will write a sad song

Or another clich poem

Of the person that I long to be

I wanna die like Jim Morrison

A fucking rock star

I wanna die like god on the cover of Time

Just a blink and its gone

So baby pour some fame in my glass

So kill the forest

And destroy the beauty

�Colors blind

The eyes�

�Sounds deafen

The ear�

�Flavors numb

The taste�

�Thoughts weaken

The mind�

Ill attack someone with a switchblade

So that I can see their pain

I choose to be a serial killer

Cause the victims don�t get any fame

ANGELA BAKER AND MY OBSESSION WITH FIRE

I won't forget the day that

That I came to

And I started thinking that there�s more

Than just perfect prom queens and silver spoons

And all I ever wanted

Was someone

To knock me back to

The bliss of ignorance

Cause I feel like running head first into traffic

And so I'm here to say

That thoughts in bed with pain

I won�t forget the day that

That I found god

In a kitchen knife and on my arm

So paint the pail white floor with

With my red life

And tell me that this pain is

The pain you love

As I swallow the pills happiness

And you watch me fall like

New York in an earthquake

And so I'm here to say

That thoughts in bed with pain

I stand outside my pretty house

I light a match to start the fire

I called the cops to let em� know

It�s 22 Walthery Ave

I thought I wanted this

I�m here to say

I said I wanted some more attention

I thought I wanted a story ending

I think the truth is I�m scared

I think that I�m just scared to live

I think that the truth is

I�m everything that I hate

MARTINI KISS

There's poison in my drinking glass

Don't stop just sip it down

And in a swirling masquerade of sound

My body hits the ground

I'm beautiful when I'm asleep

Martini kisses land

On my blistered bloody scarlet lips

The bottles in my hand

Burn out not fade away

Burn out not fade away

Burn out not fade away

I�ll speak in riddles so you can understand

I�ll draw in pencil so you can trace with pen

So in love with me like sand to wet feet

I�ll write both our names into the wet concrete

We�re glistening like silver spoons

Beneath the summer night

Oh can you smell the subtle hint of frost

As the flowers start to cry

The autumn winds are bringing graves

To all the emerald trees

They�re so beautiful in their dismay

The colors slowly bleed

The pawns will fade away

Burn out not fade away

Burn out not fade away

The kings at his checkmate

Burn out not fade away

Burn out not fade away

And I sit here

With a sick grin

Choking as I laugh until I die

Bands:

Adelphi Rock, Airkake, Allister, Armor for Sleep, The Beautiful Mistake, Boys Night Out, Brand New,

The Capgun Heroes, Catch 22, Dillinger Escape Plan, The Early November, Every Time I Die, Face First,

Fading Away, Fairweather, Fenix Tx (rip), Finch, Folly, From Autumn to Ashes, Hidden in Plainview,

Home Grown, In Flames, Iron Maiden, Just Another Day (rip), Madison, Matchbook Romance, Maverick,

Midtown, Millencolin, Moneen, Motion City Soundtrack, The Movie Life, My Chemical Romance, Name Taken,

Never Heard of It, New Found Glory, Northstar, Not a Clue (rip), One True Thing, The Prize Fight,

Reggie and the Full Effect, Rydia, Rx Bandits, Saosin, Seize the Moment (rip), Socratic, Something

Corporate, The Starting Line, A Static Lullaby, Steel Train, Taking Back Sunday, Tokyo Rose, Up

Syndrome, Valandora, Welcome Home Travis (rip)

People:

Steve Evetts, Jesse Cannon, Rich Egan and Everyone @ Vagrant, Andrew Ellis, Richard and Stefanie

Reines, Everyone at Drive−thru: Chi Chi, Kim, Kristine, Josh, Nate, Linda, and the Interns, Dave Conway,

John Shea and Everyone @ ECA Records, All our supporting Parents and Families: The Glita Family,

The Miller Family, The Nielsen Family, The Trapp Family, and the Zablocki Family, Robby Sutton, Beno,

and Everyone @ Velvet Hammer Management, Jordan Schur, Eric Hunter, Paul Orescan and Everyone

@ Geffen Records, Carl @ Ferret Records, Eric @ Trax East Studios, Stunt Bum and Nu Metal Dude

@ Showplace Studios, Oliver @ Mission Sound, Alan Douches @ West West Side, Dillinger Escape Plan

for letting us use your amp, Kyle @ No Milk Records, Heath @ Excessdb, Gdog (Greg), Ryan Giblin,

Christian, Ginny Song, Shawn Nelson, Nick Fronczkowski, Pavan Grewall, Dave �Shug� Jun, Curly, John Reese

@ Freeze Management, Jeremy @ The Agency Group, Nick @ Face the Music, James Gill, Lisa Brown

and Crew, Jeff Zimbalist, Geoff Ryan, Jeremy Senpar, Multimedia Dimensions, Butch, Dan and everyone

@ WSOU, Brad Filip, Duncan Johnson, Crush Management, John Naclerio @ Nada Studios, Kimi and Chelsey,

Steve, Felipe, and Moe, Richie Meyers, Matt Galle, Juan @ The Chance, thenjscene.com, Mark Grskovic,

Bob Sannino, Brian Neary, Mike Bell Smith, Jed Ehrmann, Uhnet and Rikki, Ampeg Amps, Gibson Guitars,

Ernie Ball, Mesa Boogie Amps, Marshall Amps, Peavey Amps, Dunlop Picks, Remo, Vater Sticks, Orange

County Drums, Darren @ Soria Clothing, Chad and Rory@ The Militia Group, Pallas Athena, Don Delson,

Chris and everyone @ Band Merch, Randy and Pat @ Curly and Spike, James @ Transending Records,

Dave and Jason @ Absolutepunk.net, Rocksound Magazine, Alternative Press, Revolver, Justin Barooki,

Kareem Black, Jarin Blacshka, James Rheem Davis, Josh @ Made Clothing, Dave @ Maphia Clothing,

Jonathan and Edra @ Diveez Clothing, Ebeltz, All the people who have come out and supported us

from the start, Anyone who has/will let us sleep on their floor, everyone who has helped us with a

show, and everyone else who have supported us in everything we�ve done. Lastly, you for buying this

cd.

Mike Thanks: My amazing and supporting parents and brother, Paul Erian, Brian and Chris Lalancette,

Tim Ohara, Emmanuel Doxy, Nitu Desai, Jay Patel, Dhvani Parmar, Andre Araujo, Sandra Sung, Yuka

and Lika Kumoi, Matt Ramsay, Jane Kim, Jenna Burnett, Ryan Dominguez, Chazz Stadtlander, Matt

Rielly, Sean Magarelli, Lester Munoz, Neal Nonato, James Gill, Mike Sussman, Jen Curley, Kate O�Mara,

Shannon Byrne, Lisa VanDerMeiren, Dave (Shug) Jun, Nick (Hollywood) Fronczkowski, Shawn Nelson, Butch,

Pavan Grewall, Indy, Gunz, Steve Evetts for being an inspiration and an awesome producer, Jesse

Cannon, Rich Egan and everyone @ Vagrant for being amazing, Andrew Ellis for kicking ass, Hard 8

Mgmt, Richard and Stefanie Reines, Everyone @ Drive−Thru, Ginny Song, Bob Sannino, Kenny Meiselas,

Everyone @ Velvet Hammer, Brad Filip, Tokyo Rose, Dogwood Drive, 74/40, W.O. Town Represent, My RU

Crew, and especially a huge thanks to all our fans who have come out since the start and help us

keep doing what we do.

Buddy Thanks: I'd like to thank my amazing mother Lisa Brown for helping me through

everything and being such an asset to Senses Fail, Rich Egan, Richard Reines and Stefanie

Reines, Andrew Ellis (the man) Brian, Aedan, Liam, Victoria. My wonderful girlfriend Lexie,

Liz Caplan, Dr. Libin, The Miller Family for putting up with our shit and letting us practice

and drink there for so long, Shawn, Nick (scoob), Pavan, Bob Sannino, Butch, Heath Miller,

G−Dogg, Ryan Giblin, Gunz, Kasey, Serge, All the bands we've toured with and played with,

Joey South Side and the Banner, Dave Kim, Steve Evetts, Jesse Cannon, my grandma, my dogs,

and most importantly everyone who has supported us, helped us, let us sleep on your floor,

and all the amazing people that we meet at shows all over the country, your the ones

that make it possible for us to live out our dream thank you.

Dave Thanks: My parents, Doug, Gill, Nick, Shawn, Butch, Ryan Giblin, Heath Miller, Rich

Egan and everyone @ Vagrant, Richard and Stefanie Reines, Kyle @ No Milk Records, G dogg,

Jake Mayo, Dave Conway and Everyone @ ECA Records, Gunz, Dennis and the Madison guys,

Bryce and Mike from Maverick, Jesse Cannon, Steve Evetts, Duncan

Dan Thanks: Mom, Dad, and Brian for their love and support, Kirsten for being my best

friend and being there for me through all my shit, I love you, My whole family, Shawn, Nick,

Pavan, Butch, Botch, Otch, Crotch−Otchenson, Slobberton, Steve Evetts, Jesse Cannon, Rich

Egan and everyone @ Vagrant, Paul @ Geffen, Robby Sutton, Orange County Drum and Percussion,

Vater, Remo, Zildjian, New Jersey, Taco Bell

Garrett Thanks: Steve Evetts, South Park, Pablo Francisco, Mom, Dad, Erik, Danielle, Luke

Piran, and the rest of my family, Rich Egan and everyone @ Vagrant, Drive−Thru Records,

James Gill, Shawn Nelson, Nick a.k.a �Scoob�, Butch Sloberton Otch Slob Fat Shithead Mayo,

Bloody, �Metalcore� Gary Blevins, �Knife Fight� Matt, Pat Sweeney, Andrew Ellis, Jesse

Cannon, Beno and Robby Sutton @ Velvet Hammer Management, Soria Clothing, Gnarkill, Bum

Fights, Tom and Matt Watts

Recorded in April 2003 at:

Trax East - South River, NJShowplace Studios - Dover, NJ

Frankensound Studios - North Brunswick, NJAnd at Steve Evetts’ House

“Buried A Lie” and “Rum Is For Drinking Not Burning”Recorded from Oct. 20th - 22nd at Mission Sound, Brooklyn, NY

All Songs written and performed by Senses FailAll Lyrics written by James (Buddy) Nielsen

Published by Senses Fail Music (BMI)

Produced, mixed, and recorded by Steve EvettsMixed at the Snuff Factory, Helmetta, NJ

Mastered at West West Side Studios by Alan Douches

Artwork by: James Rheem Davis - giantsumo.comBand Photo: Jarin Blaschke

A & R: Richard Reines and Stefanie ReinesBooking Agent: Andrew Ellis for Ellis Industries

Business Management: Bob SanninoLegal: Kenneth R. Meiselas @ Grubman Industry & Schindler, P.C.

Management: Rich Egan for Hard 8 Management

Senses Fail is:

Michael Glita – Bass/VocalsDave Miller – Guitar

Buddy Nielsen – VocalsDan Trapp - Drums

Garrett Zablocki - Guitar VR403 BK02

Tie Her DownLady in a Blue Dress

You’re Cute When you ScreamBuried a Lie

Bite to Break SkinRum is for Drinking, not for Burning

Slow DanceChoke on This

NJ Falls into the AtlanticLet it Enfold You

Irony of Dying on your BirthdayAngela Baker and my Obsession with Fire

Martini Kiss