Shrink-wrapped full-color Digipak & glass-mastered CD containing liner notes, photos and artwork designed by Fyza Hashim (14eleven.com) with help from Alex Barron, Stevie Summerise & David Hornbuckle.
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I wake up in the morning asking myself why the city smells like God just farted in the sky, but I already know the refinery's the answer. How much longer 'til I'm diagnosed with cancer? Drive around the city and see all the decay: water-damaged houses slowly rot away. The faces of the elders reclining on their porches are frozen in permanent scowls. I look at them and know that they've gotten used to feeling the same way that I do right now. This life in Anchor City has dragged them down, and I'll go under too if I stick around. I scan the classifieds and get so damn annoyed. I spend entire seasons broke and unemployed. You only have three options to make a decent living: mental hospital, refinery or prison. Everybody struggles just to pay their bills: no wonder they're all hopped up on a bunch of pills! No cash to write a check on unless you work for Exxon or play the State's terrible game. The COs are the inmates; the doctors are the patients; they're all sick, trapped and insane. I've sat under the teachers who test more than they teach; I've listened to the preachers who judge more than they preach. I bubbled in the scantrons, but got no education; I shouted "Hallelujah," but didn't get salvation. I grew up with an empty head and heavy heart, wondering when my real life was gonna start. When going out no longer can cure your cabin fever because your only option's the mall, your mind will atrophy from a lack of stimulation until it doesn't work at all. I'm going under fast. I can't stick around!