"The Process" as written by and Atrill/sullivan....
Break the code of silence
Forget your conscience
And baby, you'll be fine
Grab a book of matches
Half empty gas can
And get these hands untied

You made me who I am

Blame it all on the process, darling
Draw my blood from stone
Sorry about the mix up, sweetie
But this had to be said
You made me who I am

Lift your broken posture
Reset your shoulder
And plant you in the soil
I recall the moment
When I first struck and
Your twisted limbs recoiled

You made me who I am

Blame it all on the process, darling
Draw my blood from stone
Sorry about the mix up, sweetie
But this had to be said
You made me who I am

You think you've seen the worst of me?
Well, think again, you made me who I am
Your body slumps over a hole I dug for when
You made me who I am, you made me who I am

Break the code of silence
Forget your conscience
And baby, you'll be fine
Grab a book of matches
Half empty gas can
And get these hands untied

You made me who I am, oh

Blame it all on the process, darling
Draw my blood from stone
Sorry about the mix up, sweetie
But this had to be said
You made me who I am

You think you've seen the worst of me?
Well, think again, you made me who I am
Your body slumps over a hole I dug for when
You made me who I am, you made me who I am




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    General CommentBlame it on the process, darling
    Draw my blood from the stone
    Sorry about the mix up , sweetie
    But this had to be said
    You made me who I am

    my favorite song of the new album, not the best but my favorite for sure
    Ogo2kon May 23, 2007   Link
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    General CommentBreak the code of silence
    Forget your conscience
    And baby, you'll be fine
    Grab a book of matches,
    Half empty gas can
    And get these hands untied

    You made me who I am

    Blame it all on the process, darling
    Draw my blood from stone
    Sorry about the mix up, sweetie
    But this had to be said
    You made me who I am

    Lift your broken posture
    Reset your shoulder
    And plant you in the soil
    I recall the moment
    When I first struck and
    Your twisted limbs recoiled

    You made me who I am

    Blame it all on the process, darling
    Draw my blood from stone
    Sorry about the mix up, sweetie
    But this had to be said
    You made me who I am

    You think you've seen the worst of me?
    Well, think again
    You made me who I am
    Your body slumps over a hole I dug for when
    You made me who I am
    You made me who I am

    Break the code of silence
    Forget your conscience
    And baby, you'll be fine
    Grab a book of matches,
    Half empty gas can
    And get these hands untied

    You made me who I am, oh

    Blame it all on the process, darling
    Draw my blood from stone
    Sorry about the mix up, sweetie
    But this had to be said
    You made me who I am

    You think you've seen the worst of me?
    Well, think again
    You made me who I am
    Your body slumps over a hole I dug for when
    You made me who I am
    You made me who I am







    i'm pretty sure these are the correct lyrics.
    prettyinpunkx3on June 12, 2007   Link
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    General Commentthey are
    Scott Con July 13, 2007   Link
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    General Commentthese guys need more credit for their great fucking music. it makes me sad that the best bands are indie and don't get recognized.. people who read this have to try listening to marianas trench, they're even better then sullivan, sorry brooks ahha.. but they're not well known in america at all so it makes me sad:(
    musiquenoteson August 19, 2007   Link

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