Vol. II: Organic Emotions

by A Constant Knowledge of Death

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released September 30, 2016

A Constant Knowledge of Death is:
James Goldmann - Vocals, Guitars, Bass, Drums [Tracks 4, 8-10], Lyrics
Connor McCullough - Guitars, Bass, Keyboards, Samples, Violin [Track 10]
Aaron Gutierrez - Guitars

Additional Credits:
Mark Rivas - Drums [Tracks 1, 3, 6]
Anthony Taboada - MS20, Minilogue [Tracks 4, 5]

Mixing and Production by Connor McCullough
Mastering by Magnus Lindberg
Art by Andrew Viglione
Photography by Becca Magrino, Brittany Courville, Hannah Moroz, and Celeste Angelica



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Vol. II - Organic Emotions: September 2016

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Track Name: Speak II
Festering lungs
Deprived of
Lining your
Lymph nodes

Such intrusive thoughts
Disregarded conversations

One less confining relationship

Shut off your phone
Pretend you're asleep
Roll on your side
Curled legs to your chest

Between the gnawing teeth in my stomach
And the knives growing out of my bones
I couldn't clean the salt out from your eyes for the rust

Just one more sleepless night before we speak
Track Name: Bonneville Flats
Distant worlds now align, waves of light intertwine
Careless thoughts flow and fade, senses fail, unafraid

We enter reality with a lack of it
Our lives come armed
With the false knowledge that this is not our last
Our only chance
To get things right
And that our bodies are simply shells to shed
Should we be graced with frigid death

Needless worry and doubt
Cloud the brilliance
Of an unhindered mind
But secular independence
Is a virtue many cannot stand to bear
Complacently sit
Place your trust in the
And believe it will carry the weight of your wishes
Regardless of their subtle selfishness

Your life is no more or less significant
Than the grass you step on
Yet you take pride in how cleanly
And uniformly it is mowed
Treated as though your higher existence
Justifies the subjugation of its growth
Imposition to eliminate perceived imperfection
Irrationality to hide insecurity
Our deconstruction is imminent
And we fade into
Track Name: I Hope My Mother Forgives Me On Her Deathbed
I think about death often
It's not that it scares me
It simply gives me a deadline
By which I better have done all the shit I said I would
'Cause I'm not going to get another opportunity

Fall in love, have a kid, support myself and ones I care about
Seem to be the standard answers
But so far I haven't found a single thing that concerns me
Past the present

The future is neither bright nor bleak
So I'll keep opening doors for a path to keep
And when I die
I know my friends and family will join together in a chorus
Shouting over and over

God rest your
God rest your
God rest your soul