The Trackmarks

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released December 1, 2014

Guitar/Vocals: Matt Picot
Guitar/Vocals: Donnie Morris
Drums: Brad McKenzie
Bass: Simon Webb, Adam Morris

Mixed/Mastered by: Piers Rogers, Producer/Engineer at Audio Empire Recording Studio in Halifax NS Canada.
*Special Thanks to Buttercup and Rosey*

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Track Name: No One Loves You
Darkened vision,
intuition,
sick ambition,
intermission.

Slick reptilian,
greet the villain,
no one loves you,
no one loves you.

No one loves you,
Another little devil child.
No one loves you,
kick it into overdrive.
No one loves you,
Another little devil child.
No one loves you.
No one loves you.

Ramblin junkie,
evil monkey,
feeling funky,
singing donkey.

Slick reptilian,
greet the villain,
no one loves you,
no one loves you.

No one loves you,
Another little devil child.
No one loves you,
kick it into overdrive.
No one loves you,
Another little devil child.
No one loves you.
No one loves you.

You've been thinking, for so long.
She might hate you, you could be wrong.
You don't give back and you don't belong.
No one loves you.
No one loves you.

No one loves you,
Another little devil child.
No one loves you,
kick it into overdrive.
No one loves you,
Another little devil child.
No one loves you.
No one loves you.

No one loves you...
Track Name: Oblivious
The angels must be dead cause it's alive in me
all those things you said they're gonna finally see
cynical and cold and out of touch
cynical and cold and out of touch

oblivious, living in a world that isn't real
serious, runnin out of things that I can steal
delerious, losing my mind one day at a time
oblivious, living in a world that isn't real

words are venom to those who are not awake
If i've infected you it's by no mistake
ain't I just so god-damn Mysterious
ain't I just so god-damn Mysterious

oblivious, living in a world that isn't real
serious, runnin out of things that I can steal
delerious, losing my mind one day at a time
oblivious, living in a world that isn't real

caught up in the game and it's pathetic
abandon all my reason and etiquette
I don't give a damn about anything
I don't give a damn about anything

oblivious, living in a world that isn't real
serious, runnin out of things that I can steal
delerious, losing my mind one day at a time
oblivious, living in a world that isn't real
it isn't real
Track Name: Alley Cats
Solo-livin, high and low
sniffin whiskey, drinkin coke
All Alone...

I've made a lot of enemies
I still hold on to you, I still hold on...

All Alone...

When you are looking up at the ceiling, out of touch.
All Alone...

Anything to stay alive
It's cold and rainy, dark outside.
All Alone...

I've made a lot of enemies
I still hold on to you, I still hold on...

All Alone...

When you are looking up at the ceiling, out of touch.
All Alone...


(Solo)

Put that cat, out, of the house;
I dont want, no one else.
If It dies, It, got eight left;
tormented from the day we met.


I'm Lookin for, helpless prey.
Got It all, hidden, far away.
Passion play, fancy rape
destructive by my nature, in your way.

So keep on looking up at the ceiling, out of touch.
All Alone...
Track Name: Dying For Nothing
workin,
to make a decent livin,
slavin.
haunted,
plagued with disease, infected,
dying.

Out of the light,
Into the morning air.
Out of the light,
Into the morning air.

Scars on my hands,
Dying for nothin. (x2)

drinkin,
to drown away the sorrow,
pot heads.
dreamin,
to drown away tommorow's,
sirens.

Out of the light,
Into the morning air.
Out of the light,
Into the morning air.

Scars on my hands,
Dying for nothin. (x4)

a drone
a drone
A DRONE
A DRONE
Track Name: Highway of Ghosts
The highway, reaches through the road.
The shape of, what I have come to love.
The nihilist, the undertaker's role.
Their faces, drown away, all the ghosts.

Drift Slowly, into the unknown.
Drift Slowly, The Highway of Ghosts.

They're frightened, phantoms in a row.
They're seeing, abaiting Apollo.
The nuisance, living in the hole
Their faces, melt away, into ghosts

Drift Slowly, into the unknown.
Drift Slowly, The Highway of Ghosts.

The highway, reaches through the road.
The shape of, what I have come to love.
The nihilist, the undertaker's role.
Their faces, drown away, all the ghosts.

Drift Slowly, into the unknown.
Drift Slowly, The Highway of Ghosts.
Drift Slowly, into the unknown.
Drift Slowly, The Highway of Ghosts.