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For sleepers and weepers


released April 2, 2010

On this recording The Manichean are...
Cory Sinclair
Justice Tirapelli-Jamail
Ash Big Cash
William Dunham
Muhammad Jafari
Dylan Tirapelli-Jamail
Emily Neves
Austin Smith
Gustavo Roman Navarro Campos Conrado Bazurto Bonilla Butron

Recorded at Sound Arts Recording Studio in Houston, TX
Produced by Justice Tirapelli-Jamail and Cory Sinclair
With assistance from Brian 'The Boss' Baker
Engineered and mixed by Brian Baker at Sound Arts
Mastered by Jeff Wells at Sound Arts

All songs written by Justice Tirapelli-Jamail (2010 4k35/ASCAP)
And Cory Sinclair (2010 SinisterPurity/ASCAP)
Illustrations by Cameron Kolaja
Cory and Justice thank the rest of The Manichean


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The Manichean Houston, Texas

We are here to change you, to sway you and stain you with breathlessness and reverence. Our live performances are an affair of sweat and lust and limbs akimbo. The story we're telling is one of death and resurrection, love and insanity. We are a collective of revenants. We are The Manichean. ... more

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Track Name: The Unfortunate Circumstances Surrounding Zoe
"and so the dream begins..."

she opened the door with further action at the front of her mind. well actually, just behind the love that stung her eyes, blinding rational lies.
neither of them smiled for the tone was etched in stone, and neither were surprised when he eventually arrived.

but sanity straddles lines of lipstick and black circles under traditionally star_struck eyes.
and then?
and then those tears of sand...

and then he pulled the knife from inside his coat pocket with a trembling hand...

"boot prints, they let themselves in, i found them drinking in the den...
kill me... i_swear it won't hurt..."

she held him there within her breath...

i heard that her final words were like a poet in the dark,
slowly, slowly, till she fell apart...


i heard that her last grin was like a jackal in the rain...
a fading painting, numb to all the pain...

i still see her face to face, staring at the stars.
sometimes, some nights, walking thru the park.

i still feel her in my veins, dancing with the blood.
softly crossing my heart to cool the burn.

i still have her last verse stuck inside my head,
"kill me. kill me."

soon i'll be with her...
Track Name: Lacerus
the beast says, "i am but a messenger, a path unto yourself.
but i bet, no i suspect that in the the garden you would forget
that the wolf in you could rest.
all your fears will rise at dawn."

she said, "i am but a troubled passenger, don't trust me.
i am just your murderer. i was here to bring you back from the dead...
but we rose Lacerus instead.
you_have suffered a blow to the head."

i see your bet, i'll raise your voice.
i've said too much, you were meant to die.
tooth and knee, you're on your feet.
simply breathe, disappear, then repeat.

break me into the breeze and cry...
now exhale.
the dead should only sigh.
Track Name: The Baptism (of Water, of Desire, and of Blood)

if she's still waiting there for me with folded hands and rosaries,
i'll rest my head upon her knees and close my eyes to whispering.
"you'll live forever..."

if they're still pacing thru the stream for what seems miles and miles to me,
we'll drag those bodies to the beach and seek redemption from the deep.

"you'll live forever..."


time spent in paradise...
what a lonely motive sinking further.
besides, soon we'll be alright.
i will reach the surface, i will speak in cursive...


if they're still waiting on the coast with razorblades and holy_ghosts,
i'll throw my body to the sea and let the waves envelop me.
"you'll live forever..."

and if i'm carried thru the past by some great flood that didn't last,
i'll laugh at all the in_between and take back all they took from me.

"you'll live forever..."

now there's just one last thing to say before the water has its way.
i've found redemption within me, i have found the light you'll never see...


"i am a messenger," it said.
"i am here to bring you back from the dead.
"i have taken you here to the edge of the abyss to reveal the story of how you have been tricked..."

it told me that *** was as real as the mist...

"it's in your hands, it's in your voice, it's in your stride...
"a pheonix suicide..."

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