If the voodoo that'chu doo can deliver the pain, who knew that I'd be the one to complain. This is probably my quirkiest song and that being the case, we had a lot of fun composing and recording it. It's giving Tim Burton meets voodoo priest in the swamps of Louisianna. The idea behind it was, what if someone asked all the different deities from the past for help in finding love but each time it backfired horribly? Then later he realizes he doesn't need anyone's help but his own. Don't mess with voodoo kids. WARNING: If you hear this song start emanating from the atmosphere around you while on a walk through the bayou late at night, run away!more

From Under The Surface Level 4 (coming soon) Lyrics: The screaming inside Is getting a bit loud Tried to shut it down But the voices eat sound I'm on the super spectrum Upside downtown clown Juggling jobs With no easy way out Sometimes you just need To find loopholes in obstacles Drive on the sidewalk Where stop signs are optional Lie to yourself If you can't find the meaning Connect all the wrong dots Base decisions off feelings I come from a land Far far far away Where you'd wear out your welcome Just wearing your face Human animal testing Methylene blue Schizophrenic single-cells Splitting the room If you don't know what to do Well then you missed your queue They say there's a cursed clown Who runs Upside Downtown And he's playing games Wishing willows don't fuck around They say there's a cursed clown Who runs Upside Downtown And he's playing games Wishing willows don't fuck around The screaming inside Is getting a bit loud Tried to shut it down But the voices eat sound I'm on the super spectrum Upside downtown clown Juggling jobs With no easy way out Sometimes you just need To find loopholes in obstacles Drive on the sidewalk Where stop signs are optional If you made it this far Then you're already lost Tying your time in knots Arguing with your thoughts Mercury butterflies Cracking cocoons Swim through frozen space Build the bridge to the moon The seven deadly symptoms Are starting to show The reverse money tree Is the only shrub that grows Not a lot of people know About the portals underground Linking worlds lost in time Where every day circles around You could live there aimlessly You'll never die, upload your mind Just keep your thoughts in scripted lines And never think outside the hive Never come clean and admit what you've done Observable reality isn't for everyone They say there's a cursed clown Who runs Upside Downtown And he's playing games Wishing willows don't fuck around They say there's a cursed clown Who runs Upside Downtown And he's playing games Wishing willows don't fuck around The screaming inside Is getting a bit loud Tried to shut it down But the voices eat sound I'm on the super spectrum Upside downtown clown Juggling jobs With no easy way out Sometimes you just need To find loopholes in obstacles Drive on the sidewalk Where stop signs are optional more