A Future

by Rare Monk

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released July 7, 2017

All songs written and recorded by Rare Monk
Engineered and Mixed by Skyler Norwood at Miracle Lake Studios
Produced by Skyler Norwood and Rare Monk
Mastered by Gus Elg @ Sky Onion Studios
Artwork by Chris Bigalke (Showdeer)

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Track Name: Happy Haunting
If you were to die before me

I hope you haunt me forever

And if I were to die before you

Yeah I’m gonna haunt you forever, with clever puns, yeah

If I were to stay, if I were to go

If I were to die, if I were to just leave you stranded

I don’t want to stay but I don’t want to go

I don’t want to die, I don’t want to just leave you stranded

If we died would we even know?

No, I don’t think so, let’s go together

We could fly to every show

Unleash some raptors and watch together

So if you die before me

I hope you haunt me forever

And if I were to die before you

Yeah I’m gonna haunt you forever, with clever puns, yeah

So if I were to stay, if I were to go

If I were to die, if I were to just leave you stranded

I don’t want to stay but I don’t want to go

I don’t want to die, I don’t want to just leave you stranded
Track Name: Golden
Let’s just pretend we’re golden

We’ve found ourselves

Don’t need the depths to find the limits

Of witchcraft, all the words we know

Don’t need a fight to find a friend

Beholden

We’ve found ourselves

No, no, it’s just the cost of living

Escalation, of the sins we know

So bring the trepanner

We’re waiting

To excise all the truths we know

Bring out the leeches

We’re waiting

Let’s just pretend we’re golden

We’ve found ourselves

We only breathe the air we’re given

So breathless, we’ve dreamed this hell

We’ve found ourselves

The only tack’s into the tempest, into fury

No we’ve found ourselves

Haruspicy from our intestines, while the naemads

They’re so hungry now

So bring the trepanner

We’re waiting

To excise all the truths we know

Bring out the leeches

We’re waiting

To exorcise the blood below