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Walter Campbell: vocals
Kyle Lester: bass, vocals
Tom "Tre" Retter: drums (6, 7, 15), guitar, sitar, vocals
Allen Schwartz: drums (2-5, 8-14)
Jordan Schwarz: guitar, vocals
Micah Turney: drums (1,16)

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released 28 August 2010

Select samples courtesy of Cole Yacco, DfA, Negative Star, and Relapse (1)
Recorded and mixed by: Bryce Ericson (2-5, 8-15), Tre Retter (6,16), Jordan Schwarz (7)

Produced by NVS. Mastered by Jordan Schwarz. Album art by Kyle Lester.

© 2006-08 NVS Music. All songs by NVS, except: ''I'm Ugly And I Don't Know Why" written by Bone/Needles/Dye, originally by Butt Trumpet, © 2006 Thom Bone Music ASCAP, courtesy of Thom Bone; and "American Nightmare" written by Dan Szkoropad, originally by Negative Star.
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Track Name: Superficial
The moon laughs at my pain
She taunts me as I weep
She'll never truly understand
And the tears fall at my feet

She's far too superficial
But still can see inside of me
The moon's too far away to care
But close enough to see

So she humors me again
As I walk this world alone
She lacks emotion in her gaze
She lacks the love she's never known

And even though she'll never care
I still invoke her laughter
I tell her she's forgiven
But it doesn't really matter
No...

I said it doesn't really matter

© 2005 Jordan Schwarz/NVS Music, all rights reserved.
Track Name: Spring Break!
Yeah, I'm a loaded pistol
Fueled on Coors and crystal
Pounding shots and taking hits
And checking out your sister's tits

Never the first to vomit
Afraid of walk-in closets
Circle jerk with all my friends
And then pretend it wasn't them

A tribal upper arm tattoo
My masculinity to prove
Self-reflection leads to fear
I'd rather have another beer

Graduated from Bellarmine
Craving kegs and lesbians
Now I'm here at Chico State
And just in time for your spring break

FRAT BOY!
I don't mean to be a prick
If I could only get a grip
Tighten my hands around your neck and squeeze the bitch right out of you

FRAT BOY!
Now you're pregnant with my kid
Just how is that little shit?
He'll never suckle your tit with the same bitter tenderness that I used to

I know what all the girls think
It's my fraternal instinct
What they want and really need
Is just to get down on their knees

I get 'em drunk and naked
'Till they're completely wasted
Pretend to pay attention
Disguising my intentions

Just slip a pill into their cup
In case they start to sober up
It doesn't matter what I say
They won't remember anyway

Another tally to my score
Be it a virgin or a whore
I might be nothing but a rapist
But in the end they always take it

FRAT BOY!
I'll flirt with you when we're in class
And then I'll fuck you in the ass
Never acknowledge you again and run my game on someone new

FRAT BOY!
We're gonna rise above the rest
Until we die with nothing left
There's nothing sacred when too drunk to fuck and full of wasted youth

I'm...so...wasted
Nothing's sacred

© 2005 Walter Campbell/NVS Music, all rights reserved.
Track Name: My Favorite Tragedy
I know, I could never truly have you
I know, I could never get so close
Just can't help feeling the way I do
Feel it from my head to my toes

CHORUS
I can't control my emotions
Oh, yes, it's true
I can't just stop the way I feel, baby
When I'm with you

I know, you would never fall so quickly
I know, I could never feel the same
Just wish I could have you here beside me, baby
Never has my heart been so untame

REPEAT CHORUS 2x

I know I could never truly have you...

© 2003 Jordan Schwarz/NVS Music, all rights reserved.
Track Name: Dear Donna
Estranged, afraid to be left alone again
If I woke myself up, would this life be for pretend?
For years I've been taunted for being strange
My heart has been raped and I fear that I'm going insane

But with the touch of your lips against my flesh
The taste of your kisses remain in my breath
You save me from myself and the world I despise
With you near, I have the motivation to abide

CHORUS:
Don't you feel scared by my affection?
Or the illusions that make me blind
But sometimes the truth's the most painful deception
I'll continue to love you within my mind...
Even if I'll never be your kind

I don't know what to await from your reaction
My intentions were to bring you satisfaction
Tell me, please, from all your peers
What makes me the one who brings no fear?

You wish for a man, I wish for your hand
But if you turn away, I will understand
For a man is one who has favorable upbringing:
Well, as for me, I'll always be a human being

REPEAT CHORUS 2x

Your head on my shoulder, I lay in confusion
Afraid if I sleep you were just an illusion
My life ticks on without your affection
I found that this was more than just a mere obsession

You dared to be different, you dared to be true
You dared to be different, you dared to be true
You dared to be different, you dared to be true
And now I'm dying because I'm in love with you

'Cause I'm in love with you (4x)

© 1999 Walter Campbell/NVS Music, all rights reserved.
Track Name: Eugenocide
Discourse full of superlatives
Targeting “inferior races”
Laws mandated and pervasive

“Gestation rejects” without favor
Sideshow “freaks” in incubators
“Retard their growth and classify them later”

CHORUS:
A law modeled to deceive
In 1933
Prevention of the “disease”
Of “defective progeny”
“The problem’s in their genes
Let’s sterilize them clean”

And what did Laughlin receive
An honorary degree
From the Nazi regime
The art of “racial cleansing”
“A subhuman species
They’re not even human beings”

Margaret Sanger’s latent message
“Let’s sterilize the poor defectives
A cost-efficient contraceptive”

“The Negroes, Jews, deformed, and homeless
Human stocks of ugly heritage”
Holocaust the same prescriptive

CHORUS 2:
A concentration of poor
A declaration of war
What California stood for
Right here on Tiergarten 4
Don’t wanna know anymore
We don’t remember anymore

A reified rhetoric
That “they have no right to live
And they won’t ever be missed”
So say the eugenicists
And we can never forget
And we can never forget

“Fitter Families” fairs and contests
Anglo-Saxon prerequisite
Pseudo-scientific bullshit

Smoking chimneys leaving traces
Of hairs and ashes but no faces
Euthanasia spares no graces

CHORUS 3:
A law modeled to deceive
In 1933
Prevention of the “disease”
Of “defective progeny”
“The problem’s in their genes
Let’s sterilize them clean”

A reified rhetoric
That “they have no right to live
And they won’t ever be missed”
So say the eugenicists
And we can never forget
And we can never forget

Never forget—that it happened here
Never forget—that it happened here
Eugenocide
Eugenocide
Your genocide
My genocide
Our genocide
Eugenocide

© 2006 Walter Campbell/NVS Music, all rights reserved.
Track Name: Sign Us Up
The pen is mightier than the surge
Your actions speak louder than your words

When opportunity knocks
Bust down the walls of friendship
You only get one shot
To burn your roots for barren respect
Get really cocky and crass
Prima Donna apprenticeship
"It's all a part of the act"
No, it's the only vestige of truth left

SIGN US UP
SIGN US UP

Don't second-guess yourself
You must be so impressed with yourself
Do whatever's best for yourself
And to hell with everybody else

Cognitive dissonance
To counteract your opportunism
With a persecuted pretense
The world owes you everything
Sounds good, but what's the catch?
You gotta keep this scene a schism
Smile, nod, and hold your tongue back
Unless you can veil the debasing
Keep it nonchalant and pompous
Calculated and self-conscious
Shift the conversation topic
Always to be me, myself, and I
Myself and me, myself, and I
Myself and me, myself, and I
Myself and me, myself, and I

SIGN US UP
Take our picture, buy our album, call the majors
SIGN US UP
Do us favors, kiss our asses, we don't know you
OPPORTUNIST
Thanks a lot, we're NVS, and to hell with all of you

© 2007 Walter Campbell/NVS Music, all rights reserved.
Track Name: Positive Thinking
Naked in a trance-like state
This coldness is contagious
And I cannot elaborate
My silence has betrayed us

Infatuations dominate
The stillness that’s surrounding
What I underappreciate
You tell me that you’re drowning

Grieving and guilty, fluorescent and filthy
Debase the only thing that’s real
In siege and in straightness, a sobering greatness
My infidelities concealed

If I’m breeding sickness, as sex as my witness
I will abominate my pride
But never revealing my ultimate feelings
Perpetuating every lie

Internal casualties and pregnancy scares
Will my infection spread if I’m unaware?
My wretched indecision in full effect
With open mouth and absent mind I try my best

Pleasures only stall the pain
My every cell succumbing
Hosting every bedroom stain
I’m slowly unbecoming

Tainted fluid in my veins
Contaminated semen
A sanctity that still remains
Now sheltering a demon

Heartless and yeaning, my innards are burning
For an imaginary friend
This wrong that I’ve done, this disease I’ve become
As I corrupt you once again

The doctor’s opinion, it’s just a opinion
Another opinion, another opinion
It’s fucking delirium
Cannot be forgiven, will not be forgiven

I’m positive I love you, despite my crimes
Your trust in me rewarded with our decline
This cancer laying dormant, metastasize
I disconnect from you and destroy your life

© 2005 Walter Campbell/NVS Music, all rights reserved.
Track Name: With Sympathy
Do you feel impatience on my part?
Could I conceive a better confrontation?
Scribblings that symbolize sensations
I tried so hard not to take you to heart

I ramble on and reminisce again
And scrutinize my lack of motivation
To conjure up a proper explanation
As to why we choose not to make amends

So fade away like all the others do
No doubt that it's a tender situation
I'm free to will any justification
But I'm tired of never finding what I lose
The self-fulfilling yet unwilling paths we choose

It carries on like a perpetual mindfuck
Consuming me like an amphetamine head rush
Committed to an unattainable construct
So why not just piss it all away?

I see you smile but all I sense is alarm
So uncomfortably numb within each other’s arms
Emotions just drain away

No calls returned, perhaps it's for the better
Just wilted jasmine and a box of letters
If she forgets, you know I'd probably let her
Memories just fade away

If I could choose my intentions
(To be the one for you, to be someone to you)
If I could lose my incentives
(To be the one for you, to be someone to you)
I can't deny that I'm protective
Paranoid and lacking perspective
I need you to fade away...

© 2004 Walter Campbell/NVS Music, all rights reserved.
Track Name: TV Dinner
Overworked
Underpaid
Locked up in this godforsaken iron cage

Full reserve
IRA
Can’t afford to let up or I’ll be replaced

Clocking out
What a day
Can’t wait to unwind in front of my display

Automate
Disengage
TV dinner welcomes with a glowing face

Remote control
Mutes the pain
Loving arms of loneliness take hold again

Turn the dial
Touch the screen
More alive than any sense of “species-being”

Filtering
What is real
Precondition everything I need to feel

Tube IV
So aesthetic
My swollen eyes are anesthetics

CHORUS:
A one-dimensional decline
The infrastructure is internalized
The individual resigns
Experiences are commodified

Second course
Substance lost
Boredom an alternative to conscious thought

Stimulate
Tantalize
Another form of anomic suicide

Falsify
Fabricate
My utensils scrape the bottom of my plate

No dessert
Full and void
I’m content to fall asleep to white noise

CHORUS:
A quantitative frame of mind
Pain and pleasure assimilate
The economy tanks but I’m feeling fine
Just as long as my paycheck provides me an escape
An escape
Any escape

Try not to think about it
Try not to think at all
Try not to sabotage the little hope I have at all

Try not to think about it
Try not to think at all
Try not to care which one of us is holding the remote control
I will consume
I will consume
Consume

© 2006 Walter Campbell/NVS Music, all rights reserved.
Track Name: Excess Yourself
Passageway to pipes and pills, open up my mind
White cancer growing faster after every single time
I'm not addicted, thoughts conflict subconsciously at will
Snorting shit, the needle drips, my cravings unfulfilled

Until I reach the heavens I must complicate this hell
Crash and burn but never learn, I can't shake off this spell
No time for tears or sweet denial, just crank my system higher
Nothing like speeding when your excesses have expired

Canker sores and chiseled features, comedown at its end
My methods are in vein as I indulge myself again
Blistering and crystallized, withered from decay
For anything I ever was I've pissed it all away

Nice guys may always finish last
But it really doesn't matter when I'm spun off my ass
I think I'll let the drugs do the talking again

I'm not a slave, I'm in control
It's just a phase, it's all I know
Don't leave me now, you're all that's left
These drugs are losing their effect
Farewell to those no longer here
So out of hope, so full of fear
Once more before I give it up
No high will ever be enough
(REPEAT)

Nice guys may always finish last
But it really doesn't matter when I'm spun off my ass
I think I'll let the drugs do the talking again

Cancer is consuming my insides
But I've got my jurisdictions and I've swallowed my pride
You've always been there, my imaginary friend

© 2004 Walter Campbell/NVS Music, all rights reserved.
Track Name: Martina
I know you're feeling very bad
I know she makes you feel like dirt
I see you dwelling on this fact
And for some time, it's going to hurt

I know you're thinking of her now
The thoughts are flashing in your eyes
I hate to see you wasting time
Wishing to believe the lies

CHORUS:
Martina (4x)

You need to give yourself a purpose
You need to find yourself a goal
I know it seems so far away
But maybe you can find your role

I wish I could do more to help
You need to give yourself some time
I'd hate to see you giving up
'Cause that would truly be a crime

REPEAT CHORUS

I know you're feeling very bad
I know she makes you feel like dirt
I see you dwelling on this fact
And for some time, it's going to hurt

I know you're thinking of her now
The thoughts are flashing in your eyes
I hate to see you wasting time
Wishing to believe the lies

REPEAT CHORUS

© 2003 Jordan Schwarz/NVS Music, all rights reserved.
Track Name: Download
My lust is subjective
A metastasizing contraceptive
I put my pleasures in perspective
With such a disengaged directive

She looks at me to some degree
Is it in fear or ecstasy?
Whilst I secrete what I’ve conceived
Irrational apologies

Molested mindset left alone, computer sex I call my own
An effigy so underage, what the monitor won’t display!
Illicit content from the net, I cannot come without its threat
My girlfriend’s knocking at the door, I wipe the bloodstains from the floor

My drug is prevention
Pacified passive aggression
Conditioned beyond any spectrum
Of pathological assessment

The female race models distaste
My ideations wear her face
A sickened therapeutic state
Delusions I must satiate

A faith in what is left to touch, artist renditions meaningless
Formaldehyde respired in shock, asphyxiated pillow talk
My penis like a leaking faucet—choking, squeezing, cannot stop it
The solitude I thought was left, rationalize but never forget

I can’t have you (REPEAT x4)

Too late for you, too late for me to still receive smothered applause
Tend to this tattered skin but cannot cleanse these bleeding retinas
Reflecting blade reveals a self-effacing, well-concealed de Sade
Credit perverse aesthetics with a misogynic menopause

Download and assimilate their pain
Devote to what I fornicate in vain
So take my hand, I’ll show and tell
You tell me what to show as well
My memories just fantasies that still remain

© 2005 Walter Campbell/NVS Music, all rights reserved.
Track Name: Master Bait
Detoxed and untangled
Sentimentally stripped and strangled
My pleasure your sickness
Penitent from enforced forgiveness

Black velvet antacids
Sadomasochism for the masses
Transparent and loathing
Preservation through fear and bloating

Look between the lines and studded leather strips you beat me with
Love is in decline but I feel favorable and fortunate
Hate is just a method of suppressed sexual candidness
Blood and sweat attest my surreal intervals of cruel excess

Withdrawn and secluded
Consciousness becomes a little intrusive
Ribbed for my protection
Guilt-stricken by an innocent erection

Facial desecration
Compliant thresholds of copulation
Transgendered and lusting
For a stranger form of freelance fucking

Other people's pleasures desperate measures to restore the thrill
Getting bored and losing interest for whatever purpose filled
No vinyl solution or illusions to pollute my drive
A tolerance for metaphoric torment I can't revitalize

© 2003 Walter Campbell/NVS Music, all rights reserved.