Hot Coffin

by Hot Coffin

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Hot Coffin is:
Christian Hansen - guitar
Chris Chuzles - vocals
Jon Kraft - drums
Joe Kanack - bass

Buy Limited Edition CD: hotcoffin.bandcamp.com/album/hot-coffin

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released April 1, 2016

Engineered and Mixed by: Shane Olivo
{at Bobby Peru Recording Studio}
Mastered by: Carl Saff
{at Saff Mastering}
Artwork by: Zack Schulze

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Track Name: A Lesson in Sleep
This marker stands alone
We don’t mind anymore
Withering
A lesson in sleep
We don’t stand anymore

Recovered notions of
A poison pill in the deal
What’s good for you
Is good for the total.
We don’t expire anymore.

Prisons are built with stones of Law,
Brothels with bricks
bricks of bullshit

Try to un-ring a bell.
You’ve just unbolted a door.
The more you wage,
The more we take pains
Til we don’t strive anymore

A fault in a design
A clever move by the low
Might have a joke
Might have a point
We don’t cheer anymore

Prisons are built with stones of Law,
Brothels with bricks
Bricks of bullshit

Comforting and Functioning
A monument turning away
Impending, this ghost
An object of play

This marker stands alone
We don’t mind anymore
Withering
A lesson in sleep
We don’t stand anymore