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released May 12, 2017

All songs written, produced, recorded, & mixed by Ecid (nineteen80three Publishing ASCAP) at the Werewolf Euphoria Hit Emporium (Minneapolis, MN)
Live guitar provided by Jason “Phingaz” Brown
Additional production on "Placebo fx" by DJ Name
Additional recording and mixing by Tony Williamette at Minnehaha Recording (Minneapolis, MN)
Mastered by Joe LaPorta at Sterling Sound (New York, NY)

Artwork by Pat Jensen
Photography by Daniel Soderstrom

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ECID Minneapolis, Minnesota

At first glance most would think a skinny, blue-eyed hipster looking dude in a flannel with obnoxious Nike’s to match, would be in a post-electro indie-band. But this is the 90’s for the third time and one of rap’s most exciting new voices, ECID, is not your average newsstand heartthrob. ... more

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Track Name: Bng Mngr
Today Im hiring my bong to be my manager
By 5 o’ clock I’ll have all the air you can burn in abandoned worth
Tomorrow I don’t know where Im gonna end up right after work
so Im dressing Like Im at wedding in the art of a plastic earth
What I don’t know I won’t admit til I get my shit together
I don’t judge my friends when they disappear to get tarred and feathered
Im still trying to balance a bowling on my head while I pedal uphill
I don’t have any goals that don’t involve day dreaming with incredible skill

I always meant to…
I always meant to...
I always meant to revisit that place..
I always meant to…
I always meant to...
I always meant to revisit that place..

Today Im hiring my dog to be my spiritual guide
cuz most the people I know have a tendency to chase dollars signs
but these days Im not as concerned about the amount I get paid
Im more concerned with the source than the size of the food that resides on my plate
We’ll survive this year to complain for what feels like eternity
We consume at all costs with no fucking sense of urgency
We’re all gonna die..are hair the same shade anyway cuz we’re so unique
So we better find a way to relate before we disintegrate into the breeze

I always meant to…
I always meant to...
I always meant to revisit that place..
I always meant to…
I always meant to...
I always meant to revisit that place..
Track Name: Breaking Up With Death
I have a habit of pretending I can multi task
Ending up with so many open tabs
the whole world goes flat….my bad
guess we're digging to China to find a flat screen to crack
imagination has a way of reshaping the destinations on our path
Somedays I wake up and wanna make out with the past
but most days I’m like fuck that
take a bath make a track and make it last
I’m so hungry I could eat glue
but I’ll eat you instead you little horses head
todays endorphin says your more alive than dead
so why hide in bed you’ve got that fortune to get


I’m breaking up with you
I’m breaking up with us
I’m selling all your shit
I’m burning all your stuff
I’m in a long distance….
relationship with death
its complicated
we need space to keep it fresh


I know you keep sleeping around with people I love
like I wouldn't find out and it wouldn't beat me up
as if it wasn’t evil enough to stab me in the heart with my own blood
you take away my friends without a goodbye good luck
I’ve been trying to break your heart but you’re invincible
In a world where Empathy is not admissible
I guess I missed the mark but I hit the bull
when I stopped trying to save you from being so miserable
Automate our emotions till our feelings are nothin
I can’t trust you, I can’t trust your cousin
I try to smoke & drink with someone before I judge them
but I blame both of you for the basket case I’m becoming


I’m breaking up with you
I’m breaking up with us
I’m selling all your shit
I’m burning all your stuff
I’m in a long distance….
relationship with death
its complicated
we need space to keep it fresh


Let’s pretend we never met
We’ll meet again when we get reincarnated as house plants
maybe then we can be friends and drown a branch
in bong water til we mutate into a new strain but I highly doubt that.
When life is apple pies and pickets fences personified
I suspect your locked up for a petty crime
but soon enough you’ll be back & I won’t be doing fine
Just a call away from losing my mind
I graduated to wearing black all year
who knows when I’ll be gone who knows when I’ll be here
but I’m ready for the fall at all times my dear
chasing Jameson down a hill with a trail of my tears


I’m breaking up with you
I’m breaking up with us
I’m selling all your shit
I’m burning all your stuff
I’m in a long distance….
relationship with death
its complicated
we need space to keep it fresh
Track Name: Lightning Bolt
Please be kind Im uncomfortably stoned
Walking into walls and Im walking into you
keep talking to your god like you’re gonna tell the truth
when we all know damn well what you’re gonna do
Please be kind Im uncomfortably stoned
Just trying to kill time while Im stuck here all alone
I won’t say another word sir until you let me go
Got my hands in the sky can you get yours off my throat

Im too fucking high right now to do my taxes
Can we just base it on my potential average
I still spend my money like I, I never had it
Living in a constant panic is a force of habit (x2)

What doesn’t kill you Just earned a lawsuit
You’re words our a health risk
Must be the raw truth
What doesn’t kill you
Keeps you’re beneficiary’s broke
We’re just waiting on a lightning bolt (x2)

Please don’t hide how you feel when you’re afraid
This world is kinda rigged and it will teach you how to hate
But I’ve witnessed things that rearranged my ways
Forever changed convinced that we can beat the case
Please don’t aid abet the haters in your head
The devil is alive and kicking wishing you were dead
Im here with open fists and unconditional love
You can hate it all you want but I won’t budge
I move way too fast to think about my actions
peace signs as I teleport through traffic
I still pick my favorite rappers for their rapping
Keeping it 100 til they put me in a casket
Vinyasa flow to keep me in tune with practice
We’re just a calculated risk away from magic
My appetite for life ain’t limited by accents
Make friends everywhere you go and never have a bad trip

What doesn’t kill you Just earned a lawsuit
You’re words our a health risk
Must be the raw truth
What doesn’t kill you
Keeps you’re beneficiary’s broke
We’re just waiting on a lightning bolt (x2)
Track Name: Gentrified Utopia
I’ve got a vision, football in a bubble
where concussions don’t bite at all they just wanna cuddle
craft cocktail obstacle course before the huddle
first and 30 no “Biggie” just “Makaveli” through the muscle
we’ll have a row of condos over looking the end zone
a sure fire way to get yourself out of the friend zone
this is the kind of place you’ll miss when you get home
at least you’ll die happy knowing that your friends won’t
we’ve got luxurious views and topless beaches
a place to contemplate suicide and feel the breezes
you can telepathically feed grapes to a growing fetus
we’ve got a portal to your past so you can go back and delete it
it’s all here just how we always remembered it
flashing, blinking, blacking out and regretting it
Im betting on it why not got nothing to reminisce
this galaxy’s a cul-de-sac begging for development

Chances are we gentrified utopia
found a way to blow it up before we even landed
chances are we’re shooting starts who profit off the scars
abort the future your dreams have been abandoned (x2)

Its southern California without the immigrants
So uninhibited no fear of indigenous
NO constitution, NO compensation
NO competition We decide who gets the pot to piss in
We’ve designed a pocket side paradise
Perfect for the wealthiest of blood hungry parasites
Get in on the action before the bubble pops
Every moment is monitored, yeah we love to watch
We have a five year plan to colonize the milky way
Biggest problem we have is we can’t spend it faster than we’re paid
Where we’re going we don’t need a path paved sold
Where can I sign my life away bro?
Natural selection is your only entrance fee
Sorry we’re not sorry it’s just our policy
We make exceptions for sizable donations
Pull up to the back check in hand there’s no waiting

Chances are we gentrified utopia
found a way to blow it up before we even landed
chances are we’re shooting starts who profit off the scars
abort the future your dreams have been abandoned (x2)
Track Name: Down To A Science
Oh you’ve got it down to a science
Oh you’ve got it down to a science
Oh you’ve got it down to a science
Its not your fault everything is dying
Oh you’ve got it down to a science
Oh you’ve got it down to a science
Oh you’ve got it down to a science
I’ll always love you but have no use for your guidance

I often fantasize
about a martyr like demise
where I collide
with my doppelganger but can't identify
The traits that make us similar just disenfranchised
I push him into traffic and we both die....
The toxicology report of my corpse
Will finally admit denial was my drug of choice
The benefits of self employed
Is that your unemployed
It makes you hungry for what you want but you must avoid
Free thinking is an endangered concept
Co-opted by corporate sponsored op-ed's
When did giving a fuck go extinct
I must of miss the link
amidst
The
Click
Bate
Designed to shrink
Our brains and our dicks
And our ability to think about
A future thats totally fucked but doable
At least we'll have craft brew and can sleep inside a cubicle
Im trying to harness my vinyasa flow and make renewable

Oh you’ve got it down to a science
Oh you’ve got it down to a science
Oh you’ve got it down to a science
Its not your fault everything is dying
Oh you’ve got it down to a science
Oh you’ve got it down to a science
Oh you’ve got it down to a science
I’ll always love you but have no use for your guidance

We wanna be remembered more than we wanna live
Dying young will be our crowning accomplishment
It’s not an accurate assessment of my character
It’s just the current mood of all of my accomplices
You wonder why we strive to do dope with our idols
No wonder why we take photo after fucking photo
You wonder why idolize the clinically insane
You wonder why we lives our lives with the doors closed

You’ve got a case of cognitive dissonance
Im hitting this J to symbolize generational differences
There’s no science involved in propaganda
Just the pocket change of influential grandpas
All our conversations our telepathic
I do my best to keep my whereabouts enigmatic
Those unshakeable opinions override the need for action
Mother nature has no say because she don’t pay taxes
Im so repulsed Im repressing all my memories
We share the same blood but ideals our enemies
Is there an algorithm hiding the writing on the wall?
Like your not seeing the same “come to Jesus” at all?
It all makes sense to me but Im a “Commie”
Antagonizing yuppies til they lock me up and rob me
of a free mind leaving me at the will of here say
I just hope I witness the moment it clicks in your brain

Oh you’ve got it down to a science
Oh you’ve got it down to a science
Oh you’ve got it down to a science
Its not your fault everything is dying
Oh you’ve got it down to a science
Oh you’ve got it down to a science
Oh you’ve got it down to a science
I’ll always love you but have no use for your guidance

We wanna be remembered more than we wanna live
Dying young will be our crowning accomplishment
It’s not an accurate assessment of my character
It’s just the current mood of all of my accomplices
You wonder why we strive to do dope with our idols
No wonder why we take photo after fucking photo
No wonder why idolize the clinically insane
No wonder why we lives our lives with the doors closed

5 billion Tiny axes….chipping away at the core
5 billion Tiny axes….chipping away at the core
5 billion Tiny axes….chipping away at the core
5 billion Tiny axes….chipping away at the core
Track Name: Motivationally Speaking ft. Sims
Im a confident optimist
Until I gotta decide whats for lunch
Then I go back to instincts of marketing hostages
and wait for commercial break to tell what I want
Could of moved to Brooklyn could of moved to LA
But Minneap is home where I midi map my poems
to clouds and romanticize the rain
One mans melanoma another’s coffee stain Im probably sane
but get more neurotic each trip around the sun
Who reads the terms and conditions when their born
News leads reduce me to wake up kinda drunk
Who needs the stress of time travel when their bored
If I ever made a movie
I’d assassinate the main character during the open credits
Im hoping I can get it together for my date at the white house
but I’ll flake like I never got your message

Im a motivational speaker
With self sabotaging features
I talk myself out of everything
It’s a gateway drug to the petty things (x2)

(Sims)

…was gonna carpe the dim
pay the car payment but I slid into some DM’s….

I promised myself I would not read the comments 
The vomit at the bottom of the articles but -dammit
I set out looking for the God particle 
but twist for umpteenth clicked on the BuzzFeed list 
of 9 potatoes that look like Channing Tatum  
Fuck Mary kill which to pick 
Salisbury Hill watch city lights flick think which connections I should cut ah fuck it
by day he make feng shui out the kumite country’s fascination with the gun play
got him feeling some type of way, chased it with a vieux carre 
one stray over where the coo coo lay
was gonna trigger riot but caught a whiff of the molotov figured I should try it
sip until the bottle gone then I nod off
it’s the avant god with an aha moment
and a notion i could, blah blah blah



Im a motivational speaker
With self sabotaging features
I talk myself out of everything
It’s a gateway drug to the petty things (x3)
Track Name: We're Not Giving Up On You
There has to be something that you can do!
There has to be something that you can do!
There has to be something that you can do!
There has to be something that you can do!

Im not giving up on you Im keeping tabs on the sky
I’ve been mumbling to my soup I feel like a guns at my pride
a bazooka blast to the chest if we knew what the mask every meant
We’d approve of the truth about death but who gives a fuck about truth when your losing a bet
Im not letting you go, how can we possibly try to move on?
You’re still here in the soul your charm your wit your laugh lives on
Why can’t fix this yet, how much can it cost to pay off mother nature?
Everyone has their price just give me permission to burn every acre

I need a new doctor
Need a new body
Need a new pharmacist
Im pacing around
my face in the ground
Im losing bargain chips
Im ready to go
ready to die
ready to hide in my head
I boarded the plane and said it’s okay
Crash into nothingness (x2)

There has to be something that you can do! (x4)

I’ve been trying to let you go but Im too positive
We’re holding as tight as humanly possible emotional hostages
This can’t be good for us so caught up we forgot to live
Feels like we’re getting robbed for the whole pot by the dealer and watching him pocket it
I would give it all away today to watch you grow old
Best thing I can do now is have a toast to old photos
We’ll never get over this perpetually numb
We’re not giving up on you we’re giving up on our selfish urges and pulling the plug

Just get me a beer
get me a smoke
get me intoxicated
Im over the fear
there’s no turning back
embracing my consciousness fading
Just give me some peace
give me some guidance
give me some dignity
I love you so much its out of my hands
Im with you wherever you happen to be (x2)

There has to be something that you can do! (x4)
Track Name: Guru
I just woke up in karma rehab
Must of went on a bender I said I’d be back
I was doing all these nice things for praise
I saved your life don’t I deserve a little pay
Ya should’ve know that I was morally flexible
Drunk on a power trip with not a chance I’d let it go
My intentions were no different than the churches
I just ended up a victim of my urges
I see nothing wrong with my approach
Im not one to talk but your talking to a ghost
Thank me later when your paying off my boat
and digging a tunnel to bust me out this hoax
Im not emotionally available enough to admit
when Im wrong and when Im in a rut
I was stacking up good deeds to justify my shady practices
Got hooked and ran with it


Im your guru Im your god
We can do oo what we want
Im your guru Im your god
We can do oo what we want
There’s something beautiful about
watching a powerful person cry for help don’t..lie to yourself
There’s something beautiful about
watching a powerful person cry for help and hibernate inside a cell
I wonder I wonder I wonder why
I wonder I wonder I wonder why
I wonder I wonder I wonder why
I wonder I wonder I wonder why

This is what it feels like when you realize your not eternal
I thought I found my calling but I just cried in a journal
Saw my life flash and flash and suddenly we’re old
Feeling like crashed down a path I could never go
He should me things that everything was real
We dived inside to share our minds and seal the deal
Its all my fault I wanted something I could feel
Now Im all alone with nothing left to steal
But Im liberated having my own thoughts again
I saw you on that one show but only caught the end
I hope you’re rotting in a place that eats the flesh of lesser men
Good thing your clearly not even half of them
You’re so delusional you have to be possessed
I wouldn’t help you if it cleared all my debts
I wouldn’t help you if it gave me eternal life
You’re out of karma to spend on this fight

Im your guru Im your god
We can do oo what we want
Im your guru Im your god
We can do oo what we want
There’s something beautiful about
watching a powerful person cry for help don’t..lie to yourself
There’s something beautiful about
watching a powerful person cry for help and hibernate inside a cell
I wonder I wonder I wonder why
I wonder I wonder I wonder why
I wonder I wonder I wonder why
I wonder I wonder I wonder why


Im your guru Im your god….
Im your guru Im your god….
Track Name: Wrong Guy
Im gonna make an example of you
You’re tampering with things you really shouldn’t use
but to tell you the truth it keeps us in business
with a double digit lead on all the competition
which is you and you smell like the Colorado sky
I can see you your bravado’s in disguise
I’ve carefully curated all my alibi’s
Covering tracks of mishaps I can’t deny
Are you resisting my guidance
Should I fear you’ll resort violence?
Get used to soothing sounds of silence
If it was up to me you’d be drowning in sirens
Self medicating is for low life scum
Suck it up and deal with it fucking bum
It might grow on trees but it’s illegal
so evil not suitable for animals or people


You’re still yelling at the wrong guy!
You’re still yelling at the wrong guy!
You’re still yelling at the wrong guy!
Yelling at the wrong guy yelling at the wrong guy!

I’ve sniffed envy inch of this place
I never do this Im desperate for escape
My bowl is empty so Im trying to clean the dirty plates
All this solitary time makes me hyperventilate
The comfort of your smell Keeps me from living in hell
But Im in hell without you can’t you tell?
I hope wasn’t something said
Tossing and turning on the corner of your bed
I ate the indica plant
It brought me the serenity pharmaceuticals can’t
Sorry, dad please don’t be mad at me
My instincts kicked in now Im calm as can be
Each passing day feels like weeks
Please make it home in one piece
I tried to water the plants I couldn’t eat
But marking my territory probably did more damage than they need

You’re still yelling at the wrong guy!
You’re still yelling at the wrong guy!
You’re still yelling at the wrong guy!
Yelling at the wrong guy yelling at the wrong guy!

I need water and UV rays
My grows on life support can’t be saved
Last I heard he was on his way to trim the harvest
Phone goes straight to voicemail but thats not alarming
If I had to guess he met the girl of his dreams
He’s done that before, never let down the team
We let our contributions do the talking
With our best theres nothing you can’t accomplish but..
They’ve demonized us for generations while..
prescribing dangerous medications
that kill and kill us off I wish I could kill a cop
But Im not built to poison my clientele
Im nirvana personified never tried hell
Im on higher ground? Only time will tell
The cops just busted down the door and shot the dog
It’s the war one drugs making ghosts out of gods

You’re still yelling at the wrong guy!
You’re still yelling at the wrong guy!
You’re still yelling at the wrong guy!
Yelling at the wrong guy yelling at the wrong guy!
Track Name: Grieving Mantra
Im in that 57’ Ford like it’s 1994
and we’re on our way score
tickets to a game at the dome
Repainting the lanes as we go
Where we’re going we don’t ever make it home
It’s okay if you feel disillusioned and alone
I’ll do my best to make you smile and feel whole
There’s a hole in our hearts big enough to fit a city block
Im sure you got like 50 thoughts poisoning your soul
Im tripping hard in the woods like it’s 2 thousand and way back
and we’re running from law but it’s really just a dog with a wishbone in his jaw
Where we’re going we don’t know and we won’t know until lost
You’re intentions where in the right place wrong time
it’s not your fault that your old soul with open mind
Nothing would’ve saved from the hell of his design
He’ll find what he was pining for and finally be fine

This is a grieving mantra
something to keep you off the
Pills and thrill of losing yourself in the process
This is a grieving mantra
Something to keep you off the
Booze and the who’s to blame
other than mothers and fathers (x3)

Im in a basement surrounded by my brothers
Like we designed a world within a world just for each other
Exchanging Jameson singing our favorite verses
This was our bond this was our purpose
I still get nervous among the giants and the serpents
Im always searching when I should probably be working
This shit is fleeting and Im defiantly determined
To die a death alive without a grudge or burden
Im on the drive home from way out west
like I just conquered another day in my head
It was electric with an pulse that ripped me up and moved me
I really hope that your okay you truly new me
We were so close thicker than the thieves that commandeered
America for us so we could fall in love and fight and fuss
I’ve said goodbye so many times I’d rather see her
There’s a memorial living inside of my demeanor

This is a grieving mantra
something to keep you off the
Pills and thrill of losing yourself in the process
This is a grieving mantra
Something to keep you off the
Booze and the who’s to blame
other than mothers and fathers (x3)

We only talk when someone dies
We only talk when someones born
We only talk when
We only talk when
We only talk when someone dies
We only talk when someones born
We only talk when
We only talk when
We only talk when someone dies
We only talk when someones born
We only talk when
We only talk when
We only talk at xmas when we’re too drunk to speak…..
Track Name: Eternal Savasana
Am I dead or just finally free….
Am I dead or just finally free….
Am I dead or just finally free….
Am I dead or just finally free….


Im trying to transcend all the physical
limitations associated with old age
I should practice abandoning rituals
They may be habit forming but Im okay
I drove away with a little buzz
I made it home without a ding without a cut
as far as I know I went up I guess Im not in a rut
I was switching lanes embracing blind spots
hands off and blind folded doing 90 like why not
separation of mediation and state of mind
evacuating statements I can’t stand behind
Im confiding in solitude cuz silence always follows through
When Im in a F-T-W kinda mood
My consciousness will out live my limbs
So Im trying to feel alive in my skin
Im more flawed than Im enlightened
Looking for lightning in a bottle
On a Tuesday then ya wake up where’s your life been?


Am I dead or just finally free….
Am I dead or just finally free….
Am I dead or just finally free….
Am I dead or just finally free….

Dead in America
Alive in Mexico
Dead in America
Alive in Mexico
Dead in America
Alive in Mexico
Fake your own death
Fake your own death
Fake your own death
and make it up as you go
Track Name: Placebo fx
Pull pull pull pull pull pull me away
Pull pull pull pull pull pull me away

I’ve been making new shit with my friends
dissociating from contemporary trends
What’s the point in trying to be like them
Im just trying to be like you and domesticate my lens
I don’t bow to a deity or king
Im a common criminal that never learned how to sing
Cut and paste my dreams so they’re perfectly in sync
Im a happy workaholic I should probably see a shrink

Tricking the world into thinking we’re okay….
Tricking the world into thinking we’re okay….

Pull pull pull pull pull pull me away
Pull pull pull pull pull pull me away

Im in the market for placebo effects
and the best divine intervention this side of Mississippi
I’ll trade the cheat codes to my soul and my city
Been stuck inside my own head so long I need to quit me (x2)

I talk to myself in public when I need legal advice
and an escape from blabber mouthes that I don’t even like
Still trying to find a way to hide my darkest secrets
Grooming my unibrow so nobody can see it
We’ve all been bullied by the box they ship us in
Hearts hanging heavy from a collective chagrin
Im pathologically creative cuz I have to be
Feeling misunderstood just comes naturally

Im in the market for placebo effects
and the best divine intervention this side of Mississippi
I’ll trade the cheat codes to my soul and my city
Been stuck inside my own head so long I need to quit me (x2)

Love will always be a hot commodity
No amount of hate can kill kindred camaraderie
Church burning racists deserve to rot alone in isolation
and never get to feel true bliss or loving embraces
This is the united state of Comcast
For the right amount of resources we will bomb back
We live die like it’s an eye for eye contact
where blind the blind by contract
so distracted by the gadgets attached to our mitts
we spill coffee on our kicks then blame the establishment
I try to block out the psycho babble hoping I forget
cuz no amount of weed can clean the memories from my head
but it’s okay, I’ve been existing as a ghost
limiting my needs to self deprecating jokes
so stay sharp, they’ll put a pipeline through your heart
and post date the check til the day of your death...

Im in the market for placebo effects
and the best divine intervention this side of Mississippi
I’ll trade the cheat codes to my soul and my city
Been stuck inside my own head so long I need to quit me (x2)

Tricking the world into thinking we’re okay….
Tricking the world into thinking we’re okay….
Tricking the world into thinking we’re okay….
Tricking the world into thinking we’re okay….