Here's To Hoping

by High Titles

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letzgetzesty great little album...lyrically and musically really solid. pop punk with elements of ska and melodic hardcore Favorite track: Placebo.
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released August 11, 2014

All music & lyrics written by High Titles
Recorded, mixed, & mastered by Steve Perrino
Artwork by Chris Cresswell

Kevin Cappy - Vocals/Guitar
Marc Benjamin - Guitar/Vocals
Harrison Mills - Bass
JJ Frederico - Drums

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Melodic Hardcore and Ska/Punk band from Cleveland, Ohio.

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Track Name: This Sinking Ship
We've fallen from grace.
We planned out and mapped our escape
watching the same rolling waves.
We've fallen from grace.

I'm reaching the length of the anchor that's chained to me.
It's taking a toll on my crippling mentality.

I wish my words were printed in gold and celebrated,
not calculated and judged.

I'm sailing off of this broken and crumbling coast.
For once in my life I can see hope.

Nothing can take that away.
Track Name: Placebo
The greatest story ever told
seems to have a mind of its own.
I can't believe my eyes.
I watched the congregation.
I watched them bathe in their own creation.

But these pills don't do a thing,
don't do a fucking thing.

What have I become?

I warned you. I warned you about the cross.
And your love is a placebo and it works just like a drug because
our salvation is only a bullet away.

Sing loud for every little downfall.
Breathe in the air we were politely given.
The sun feels like a punishment,
and I deserve it all.

My teeth belong to the ground.
They belong to the pavement.
Father would be proud.

We are godless, not heartless.
You're not alone.

We are godless, not heartless.
Track Name: Cancer Plants
These factories, they're apologies for making it out alive.
You can't beat the stench of a patriot who's got nowhere to hide.
If hearts can burn, we grow, we learn, then so can a city.

So father let me out.
I only want to make you proud.
If soiled air is home to you,
a simpleton with magnitude can make it on his own.
It wreaks of cancer.

Everything you do makes a liar out of you.
How can you say that you're the pick of the peak,
and everything that sits beneath you is a tongue-in-cheek?
You're just as lost and scared and hopeless as me.
And you're proud to be, and you know you're free.
This clutter will the death of me.

Wash it down, corrode the taste
'cause I can't breathe with Uncle Sam's finger in my face.
I want you.
And this is the way that I want to suffer.

So father let me out.
I only want to make you proud.
If soiled air is what you call your fucking home,
there's gotta be a better way.
Track Name: Once Gold
What once was gold to me is nothing but concrete
like everything I dreamed.
I've forgotten where I'm from,
lost sight of what's to come.
I lay awake at night hoping to go back home.

I was gold.
I took the world in stride but I...
I was gold.

The green grass grayed by time away holds me to blame.
My own heartbeat is the only thing that's left of me.

And even though my time is fleeting, I think back to those years. Years before I grew away, before I became so lost. I find myself gripping the memories I still have tighter than ever before. But now I've seen what it's become, I've seen the cracked pavement and hopelessness swallow everything I used to love. Everything I thought I knew is breaking when it was gold!

I was gold.
I was.
Track Name: Miles Behind
I haven't had a good dream since reality kicked in.
This home is where the heart is, though it's just a roof.
The shelter's useless.

So I'll sing my song.
You can finally find clarity has always been blind.
Perception is a luxury when you are miles behind.

Write this on your walls.
Make sure the world can see it,
'cause these are the days I hate the taste of everything.
I'm on my own again hoping for my own relevance,
but the tides will flow regardless.

So I'll sing my song.
You can finally find clarity has always been blind.
Perception is a luxury and curse all at the same time.

It's hard enough to speak, it's hard enough to speak.
These are my own reasons for the seasons now.
This headache takes the form of voices in the wind,
crying out for reasoning and relevance.

We can sing our song 'til our intentions become our lives.
Though I know we are miles behind.
And if you find me black and blue, I can pride myself on truth
and give an old cynic's salute.
What you've got on me boy is not so hard to cope with now.
So let your conscience out.
Track Name: Sincerity Is Not A Cure
I hate to sound like I have all the answers,
but my intentions annihilate your moral fiber.
I cannot shake this fucking tiny aching itchy feeling
that it's my moral obligation to keep you from breathing.

The truth is better than a fucking reward.
Funny how they care only when you're worthless.
I found you the perfect scapegoat,
and this is the fucking thanks I get?

You're strangled by the line that gives you life.
Gone, dead, forgotten, torn apart.
You're not missing much in this life.
There's no reason for your tiny heart.

You're strangled by the line that gives you life.
You were never alive anyway.
You were never alive, never alive.
Truth be told I'm jealous of your heart.
Track Name: Empty Letters (A Life So Fatal)
Cover your own retreat.
When you leave, don't let the sun burn your eyes.
We're living life so fatally. We won't be fine.
How did we used to cope without this rope to hold ourselves afloat?
When everything comes crashing down, will you be around?

We've been so jaded.
When did face to face become so complicated?

This is a part of me that always seems to die,
like when I looked at your grave for the first time.
I'll hold vestigial contact with days gone by.
This is a part of me that always finds me.

Your secrets safe with me, my friend.

And even with this door closed tight,
you couldn't find a way to make amends
I don't see an end.
I can't rely, I can't depend on something so unrealized,
but then again, I'm not surprised.

And I can't wait to break you down.
And I can't wait to wear your crown.
You'll stay buried safe and sound.

And you wonder why your picture's got the eyes scratched out?
You can celebrate with me when it all comes down.

This is a part of me that always seems to die,
like when I looked at your grave for the first time.
So throw your screen to the concrete.
Never question why this is a part of me that always finds me.
Track Name: You're A Lot Like Hell
I walk a line that's as thin as my patience.
I can only hope my legs decide to stay beneath me 'til the end.
The higher trails that left me bloody, bruised, and beaten
turned a broken boy into a mess of a man to which we all depend.

You've taken a toll on all our confidence; what an obstacle.
And every lie is the reason why I'm trying to stray.
Maybe this means it's time for a change.
Quit walking against the wind.
Let the common sense set in.

Your bloody hands are so immaculate.
Look where you stand, embrace the consequence
that you brought upon yourself in a hell so hopeless
where you've made a name with your bloody hands.

To victimize is to betray common sense,
'cause temptation and vulnerability go hand in hand my friend.
You denied a life while I relied on you to give me peace of mind,
to stay in line.

We never thought or felt the same.
What a fucking waste to place the blame.
It's a waste 'cause I never forget a face.
These sunken eyes don't mean a thing.
Let the hope die, wash the bloodstains clean.
Will the hope die?

Your bloody hands are so immaculate.
Look where you stand, embrace the consequence
that you brought upon your self in a hell so hopeless
where you've made a name.

You made a name with your bloody hands.
Track Name: Divebomb (The Drop)
I'm burning bridges and cutting ties
and leaving everyone behind in my stride,
but don't take it to heart.
Severance is the only truth.
Wait 'til the bottom has fallen through
and you drop right from your pedestal
to wander with us all.

I'm losing time like I'm losing hope
and the door is closed.
I can't fucking breathe anymore
and the door is closed.

Show me those pretty faces I adore,
so I can slowly watch them fade.
You'll never find what you're looking for.
Savor the mess you've made.

Fine lines between the archetypes and these bright eyes.
Hold tight 'cause if my memory serves me right,
you are the fallacy.

I can't keep fighting myself.
Don't you see I don't want your help?
I live the same hell over and over.
Without getting a sense of closure.
Leave me to fend for myself.
Leave the memories on the shelf.
How did I get this low? This drop is unbearable.
I'm not afraid to fall, I'm just not ready to go.
Track Name: March 1st
It's only up from here.
And though it's so slowly been falling down, inevitably it will come around.
The end justifies the means.
I'm not grieving for the losses that I've counted through the years.
And I'm not dwelling on my fears.

These are the tales of a tiny existence.
Let it be known that my words are resistant.
Existence has no intermissions,
except death, which I hear is permanent.

I made my name, made it from pure defiance.
I felt no shame, 'cause confidence killed the tyrant.
I'm hanging on, despite that death is permanent.

These are the tales of a tiny existence.
Let it be known that my words are resistant.
Existence has no intermissions,
except death, which I hear is permanent.

Everything is crashing down.

I've been so lost for so long.
Now look where I stand; what have I become?
This is a part of me, and I deserve it all.
I took the world in stride but I fell behind.
I never thought that I could see hope,
but my feet belong to the ground, and my life to the world.

Existence has no intermissions.

Nothing can take that away;
so here's to hoping.
I can't believe my eyes;
so here's to hoping.
I only want to make you proud;
so here's to hoping.
It's only up from here;
so here's to hoping.