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He finally decides to sit down and deal with what is becoming more and more clear as he loses more and more of his life to a blackness without memory, constantly waking up in different cities with different people and having no understanding of how he got there. He goes in for treatment and is diagnosed with a dissociative disorder caused by post traumatic stress disorder. He sits down to spill out pieces of existence, both his now perceived prison of normalcy within the American workforce, and some of the visions that assault him on a daily basis. He has little faith there can be any help for the damage done to his mind and heart, the only balm he trusts is that of another drink.

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He sells all his daylight, he rents out his mind

In a three walled asylum that owns all his time

He had such plans once, dreams of freedom

A pen and a notebook and stories to feed them

He’s made a nightlife inside of a bottle

He prowls his phone apps in search of a song

Companions come easy but they never feed him

He’s starving to death in the midst of them all

Are we going to, Are we going to

Are we going to die this way?

Are we going to, are we going to

Are we going to die…Mama this way?

Cause I’d rather die then see you in such pain

We’re trapped in the flames

Pack Thy Secrets Deep where no one can see them

Pack Thy Secrets Deep and hold them close

She’s back on his doorstep, she’s tear stained and windswept

She’s only come home cause there’s nowhere left to go

Her black eyes match the shade of her track marks

The ones hidden between her fingers and toes

She says “I swear that I’ll stay clean, our daughters they need me

I just need a place I can stay for a while.”

One week later she’s crouched in the corner

She’s screaming, crying, bleeding and the needle’s on the floor

Are you going to, are you going to

Are you going to die this way?

Are you going to, are you going to

Are you going to die…Mama this way?

Cause I’d rather die then see you in such pain

We’re trapped in the flames

But I’ll pack my secrets deep where no once can see them

I’ll pack my secrets deep and hold them close

Pack Thy Secrets Deep where no one can see them

Pack Thy Secrets Deep and hold them close

So I’ll drink, I’ll get fucked, I’ll press everyones luck

Oh on nothing but hatred I’ll feed

There’s an ocean of rage and it’s stuck in my veins

And I can’t seem to fight my way free

Oh I’ve held it together for the sake of our daughters

But my strength is now failing me

So won’t you please hand me a drink?

Won’t you please hand me a drink?

Won’t you please hand me my drink...

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from Pack Thy Secrets Deep, released April 25, 2017
Pack Thy Secrets Deep

Vocals: David T8tz
Guitar: David T8tz
Bass: Carla Capolupo
Piano: Paul Akers
Tambourine: Shay Capolupo
Backing vocal choir: Everyone

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David T8tz and His Lovely Friends Los Angeles, California

David T8tz has always used music as a way to cope with sadness. From his first heartbreak at 12 years old, he was writing and performing his own songs. He never thought this skill set learned at at such a young age would become so necessary for survival later in life.

(Previously David was the frontman for Winston and the Telescreen.)

Contributing musicians are listed in the track notes.
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