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by Decoder

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A band forged with the idea of doing something unique, new, and unheard, DECODER was formed. Rising from the ashes of previously signed bands (OCEANA, VERSA EMERGE and OF MACHINES), the band became a well seasoned unit. After months of demoing and honing their sound, the band enlisted Matt Malpass (Manchester Orchestra, Copeland, Relient K, Lydia) to help them craft and record their debut full length. Taking elements of prog, rock and screamo, DECODER is a bands band and much, much more.

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released 18 January 2011
Released January 18th, 2011
Recorded by Matt Malpass @ Marigolds & Monsters Studio
Rise Records

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Track Name: Believers
There are those among us
That all find themselves distorted by choice

This is a cures to humanity
This is not how you were meant to be
Take my hand I will lead thee to where you need to be And when you wake you shall be purified and free!

So trapped by their addictions
What about the ones you love?
Don't they mean anything, anything at all?
They all find themselves distorted by a choice

Put faith back in your heart
Don't let it leave your side

No longer will you hurt!
No longer will you age!
No longer will you fear!
No longer will you cry!

There are those among us
That find themselves compelled to change
They know who they are
They know who they are
Who will you be?
Who will you be?
Track Name: Conflicts
So calm is the wake from a dream. Returning to the world feels strange. Did I sleep, or am I still sleeping? Memories of the world are drawn together in mediums that these eyes have not seen. Put me under, there's nothing left. When will I sleep? My eyes are so heavy. Why have I awoken? Put me under, there's nothing left. When will I sleep, or am I still dreaming? So sick is the plague of the world. When will I sleep, or am I still dreaming?
Track Name: The Horrid
This loss burdens the condemned letting the horrid consume you from believing in anything that makes you feel whole. Like ghosts at your bones, like smoke.  So close minded, there's no room at all. Look unto me. Open your throat; speak in half truths. Deceive and manipulate to get whatever makes you feel whole. Tell the world how that horrid heart became so cold and alone. Because of your actions and words they can never trust again. You will be left alone in a world you hate of which you create. Fear is constant through your body.