We've updated our Terms of Use. You can review the changes here.

Fatal Expectation

by The Reformation

supported by
  • Streaming + Download

    Includes unlimited streaming via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.
    Purchasable with gift card

      $7.99 USD  or more


  • Compact Disc (CD) + Digital Album

    Includes unlimited streaming of Fatal Expectation via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.
    ships out within 2 days

      $9.99 USD or more 


I see your wistful eyes Denote your tragic plea Under a thoughtful guise Rather it's vanity It's to be expected Loss of so much perspective Looking inward from outside Building what might seem like something meant For greatness in the end But, what do you know? Left in the cold Does anyone here have the time? Isn't it silly? It comes to extremes When nobodies threaten to crush all the heart and soul Seems to me like a coup Like a plan Like a barrage of gunfire in the faces that don't understand Image means more than a quality score Or a lyric that speaks to a million before Efforts are dropped off the edge of a cliff to shatter And hopefully cling together with some kind of glue It's me or it's you The rat race It wages in varying stages Just like animals trapped in our cages Making our endless and turbulent ways through a wasteland With no hope of getting our damned music played Yeah, it's silly They said it so plain and direct That you need nothing more than an easy connect To reel 'em all in Sounds like a sin You want to know something? It isn't as easy as one might expect Pronounced and distinct rage Withholding pleasure’s sign Coming forth an empty page Resisting thoughts benign It's so clear, stand right here Have no fear, insincere Lost in awe, break the law Last hurrah, fatal flaw
A Grave Path 06:33
Incite a riot, play those games Ignite my mind, rather take the reigns Lost and found, pain and strife Dead and gone, hold on for dear life Lucid thoughts in a never ending wave Where time is nothing but a path to the grave (Hate, pray, fate, wait, hate) (Fate, wait, hate, pray, fate) Run the gamut, chaotic interface Break the leash, jump the fence, get on board Impossible to replace Stuck in tow with a monumental fee Cross your heart, what a lie, no, no Not good enough for me Wait, wait, wait Breaching that confidence you hate, hate, hate No sense of evidence They pray, pray, pray upon a brighter source And fate, fate, fate It loses all its force Then... Pray, pray, pray upon a brighter source And fate, fate, fate It loses all its force Then why the hell stay? Bridge gaps, believe it's right And wait, wait, wait Breaching that confidence
Lady in Red 03:50
The lady enters with an air Dripping with sex, curves set to stun Gentlemen and women stare Demeanor cocked just like a gun Clouds of smoke parting their ways With the glow of golden thighs Flowing hair and legs for days Isn't modest, though she tries Willkommen, Bienvenue Be anything you dream to be Hesitation far and few This page is blank and fresh to ink Join the lengthy client list Buying in to all the perks Line is forming 'round the back Safe to say the system works A thousand gazes holding fast She turns her head and bats an eye Tracing fingers 'round her glass Like a queen, needn't ask why Barkeep's laying it on thick Frosted lips without a sound Mind awash with better things The game is merely lost and found Hunger less than sated Cloying dreams reflect no hope Moral code, in fact, sedated Answers swing at the end of the rope Lady in red leaves a mark upon the room Ghostly remnants linger still A slight scent of sweet perfume A fantasy imprinted in their heads The wife and family That'll have to do instead
Change 04:49
False security yields Illusions shattering Wanting both but just one letting go Progress down the drain Time spent, time is long gone And the cries are left unheard Lost memories, fresh as dew at dawn But now things have changed...for you One tangled mess on the page (That was easily) Expressed by practicing on pianos Not in plain text But with letters that go unsent Travel on Seems regression is the answer Longing for that same affection Yet dreams get killed even faster Trapped within themselves Lost and wasting away in a shrine Drifting further apart from that song Sick thoughts of a paradigm shift
Tangled limbs amidst the swirling Of a radiant connection Flesh against others' glorious arrangement Rear back in ecstasy Removed from a single circumstance Penning in a contract to the climax Merging details all despite convention Bask in fluidity Serpentine sight and sound Turning it all around Leaping forward into motion Feeling Climbing a precipice Touching immortal bliss Lost in space, you've reached the groove Rhythm pulses, fleeting wisps of nothing Consciousness abandons every inch Accept the tug of full immersion Won't touch the thought of reality Proper function melding into something Giving, taking Born to crash into an aural ocean laps at shore Breathe deep, give in to what it seems Serpentine sight and sound Turning it all around Leaping forward into motion Feeling Climbing a precipice Touching immortal bliss Right on top hangs the groove
Strewn, rolling along Settle in ways that Only certain memories can make Wielding a pastime All alone A face of stone across enemy lines Fools rushing the doors Trample the years of Pleas that no one ever claimed to hear Booking the next flight Feel the pull Notice the wool slip over your eyes Clouds no longer lined in silver Misfortune's cross to bear Public cries and fond admissions The people stop and stare Recessed impulse, halted progress It is not quite what they suggest Oh, the final word rings muted Bold diversions, fate excluded Sneer in my face while I'm struggling to thrive My thoughts on that issue stand I'm barely alive And giving it all while emerging from depths They'll likely forget how to impart respect Some thanks are still due But let's just surmise The effort meant nothing They're withholding the prize Bright filaments glow And suddenly burn out Energy was wasted long ago Surviving a landslide The will is gone The facts all wrong It's starting to show


released July 27, 2013

All tracks composed by M. Penco/C. Schneider/K. Brower/D. Miller except:
Track 1 by J. Larkin/K. Brower/M. Penco/C. Schneider/D. Miller
Tracks 3, 8 by M. Penco/K. Brower/D. Miller/L. Randolph
Track 4 by M. Penco/C. Schneider/K. Brower/D. Miller/F. Carneiro
Track 5 by M. Penco/C. Schneider/D. Miller/R. Petraglia

The Reformation:
Matt Penco - Electric and Acoustic Guitars, Keyboards, Vocals
Caroline Schneider - Vocals, Violin, Percussion
Kyle Brower - Drums, Percussion, Vocals
Dan Miller - Electric Bass Guitars, Double Bass, Acoustic Guitar, Vocals

Produced and Engineered by Matt Penco

Additional Personnel:
Logan Randolph - Alto Saxophone on Tracks 3, 8; Artwork
Bijan Sharifi - Supplemental vocal recording on Tracks 6, 7

Recorded and edited from May 12, 2012 through July 3, 2013 in Allison Park, PA; Sewickley, PA; and Berkeley, CA
Mixed from March 4, 2013 through July 27, 2013 in Allison Park, PA

Original photography by NASA, ESA, and the Hubble Heritage Team (STScI/AURA). NASA does not endorse this product.
Cover lettering by bran

Copyright © 2013 The Reformation / ℗ 2013 The Reformation.
All selections published by Reformationsongs, LLC (ASCAP). Used by permission.
Cover Artwork Copyright © 2013 The Reformation and Logan Randolph.
WARNING: All rights reserved. Unauthorized duplication is a violation of applicable laws.


all rights reserved



The Reformation

The Reformation is a progressive rock band that has released two albums and an EP.

contact / help

Contact The Reformation

Streaming and
Download help

Shipping and returns

Redeem code

Report this album or account

If you like The Reformation, you may also like: