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This was written, recorded, mixed, shot & edited ourselves. It's the purest distillation of the 6 of us yet, exploring themes of obsessing over your art, getting lost in a trance-like mania that keeps you from moving on and wreaks havoc on your physical health. We hope it moves you the way it has us. PRE-ORDER the album “Luminaria“ Sept. 1st: REACTION CHANNELS: DM us if you have any issues or copyright claims on the song. Hit us up if you're streaming and we'll bring friends and come hang ♥️ Producer & Director - Sam Harchik Videographers - Sam Harchik, Brain Krahe, & Eric Palmer Editor, VFX, & Colorist - Sam Harchik Crew - Aviations & Brian Krahe Aviations is... Adam Benjamin - Vocals James Knoerl - Drums Sam Harchik - Guitar Eric Palmer - Guitar Werner Erkelens - Bass Richard Blumenthal - Piano & Rhodes Written by Aviations Lyrics & Melody by Adam Benjamin & Sam Harchik Vocals Produced by Adam Benjamin & Sam Harchik Band Produced by Sam Harchik Drums Engineered by Seth Manchester @ Machines with Magnets Piano Engineered by Jake Subin @ Ghost Hit Recording Strings Engineered and Performed by Richard Blumenthal Mixed by Sam Harchik Mastered by Jens Bogren @ Fascination Street Mastering Artwork Photography by Brian Krahe LYRICS: Years lost Idle in my Blistered hands My intent was good A common thread lies misunderstood (No way out) (These walls surround) Not active above In a trance that I've That I've come, to love In moments missed Hope this lands The rules I've made Over years to find What's behind Is it wrong to hideaway (hide-a-way) Then break down? You're running out of doors to try (Woah-oh-oh, woah-oh-oh) Not bold enough to take what's mine While idle hands rip further through time (Away) As it flows out of reach Fighting to stop (Fidgeting) A hunger that keeps me always moving (Vigilant) When everything's primal, primal No longer a pureblooded heart and I can't find the button to restart Distractions are grinding away at life Inherently rotting unpracticed minds Let's lie till we die the victim Prove you have the taste The taste for mania Captive in design With no way out Trying to find forgiveness Dying to live this moment Old and without ego (Hold your) But I'm out of breath now (Breath now) When I'm not even sure All the debris, tragically we fall Leave all that you've found Discarded I didn't have a choice (Ooo) In lines we fail Hollow and frail Cold and frozen No longer a pureblooded heart and I can't find the button to restart To play till the end or fade away Trying to find forgiveness Dying to live this moment Old and without ego Trying to find forgiveness Dying to leave these Old and broken ways we used up Never-ending twists that misguide me I'll lead you to guess We failed to deliver What's done is done, we move (Move, on) (Move, on) (Move, on) (Move, on) (Move, on) (Move, on) (Move, on) (Move, on) Years lost Idle in my mind (As it flows) Out of reach In a trance that I've (Come to love, only to find) Moving on without you (Ahhh) What's it worth to stop Than to let it flow? Holding onto choices made Maybe we'll die here Either way Blistered hands This fool I've made Over years to find on my own What's it worth to hideaway (Woah oh woah-oh-oh-oh-oh) Hanging onto choices made Knowing you could make all this stop Trying to find forgiveness One last time (Woah-oh-woah-oh-woah-oh-oh) (Woah-oh-oh-oh) (Woah-oh-woah-oh-woah-oh-oh) (Woah-oh-oh) Sweating through (the night) Reliving the day Not bold enough to take what's mine While idle hands rip further through In this trance I love Years lost Idle in the flow again
