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All music and lyrics by Yautja.
Yautja is Kayhan Vaziri, Shibby Poole, and Tyler Coburn.
Recorded by Shibby in different parts of Tyler’s House in October/November 2011.
Mixed by Dan Emery and Yautja.
Mastered by Dan Emery at Black Matter Mastering.
Art by Scott Shellhamer

Thanks to Chad and Burnt Bridges Records, Jeff and Enabler, Brian, Bubba, Logan, Anderson at Tapes of a Neon God, Trey Stallings, Dan Emery at Anti-Corporate/Black Matter, Ichi, and all the great Nashville bands.


released January 13, 2012



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Track Name: dead soil
this place was built on
broken dreams, illusions of progress
a bouquet of weeds, sold to the first with cash in hand
decaying youth
never to leave the city walls
you steal, destroy, rebuild, and wait for nothing
this place is built on dead soil
Track Name: losses
i count my losses with a calculator
dress my wounds and prey for snow
i'd rather live my life and die alone
the feeling of terror that comes from the thought
of not being the first to go
i'd rather live my life and die alone
Track Name: human den
Wake with a start
From a dream I was breathing
Air from the outside
One breath into the day I choke
The fear and hatred of what I fear
Is enough to make me shun the air around me
Built a cave
For myself
Shut me in
Cut me off
From the world
Human den
Face the world
One more time
Near the mouth
Turning out
Rotting fear
Don’t let this creature out
It’s so cold here
And I can’t remember the last time
I felt any different
This dark so terribly nurturing
But where else could I go
Safe as I am here
The breath leaks from my pores
I've fallen
crippled in regret
yet I haven't uttered a word
over, and over again
(it's) absurd to suffer
over something so acute
meaningless, this realization
justified all the same
In this place
I can’t bear to breathe again
The waste leaks from my pores
And I try to dig deeper
For air that must be there
I have to dig myself a home