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a state you cant kill
03:03
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I can see you're in a state
there's an empty room so full of sound
I can feel you being replaced
there's no light here your breath gets loud
whatever made you lie, i think i could take it away
what made you want to die i could offer you another way
I can see your shadow came too late
the mirror reflects your past I’m not sure how
I can see your Polaroid’s start to fade
Can I take the pain from your heart now?
whatever made you lie, I think I could take it away
what made you want to die i could offer you another way
I can see you believe in fate
What you feel you deserve you aren't too proud
I can see your increased heart rate
Have you lost something that can not be found?
whatever made you lie, I think I could take it away
what made you want to die I could offer you another way
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2. |
drug store handicap
03:02
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I bought a dream at the Corner Drug Store
And now it would seem that I want more
Can you take me away where the walls keep vibrating
I've got so much to say my brain keeps pulsating
And my heart wants more
Open every door
And my heart wants more
I keep sinking through the floor
I found the taste of orange in a bottle
For a day I escape keep twisting at the throttle
Can you offer me this or something equivalent
So I wont have to miss when the time comes to quit
Cos my heart wants more
So many open doors
And my heart wants more
Cant get up off the floor
I watched history form and pass in a moment
So much clarity in the blur now I forget
Can you take me back to the place where time passes
So slow it feels fast and I can forget the madness
And my heart wants more
Burst through every door
And my heart wants more
I keep sinking through the floor
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3. |
one way ticket
03:25
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That quick one way ticket, is the only way out
Without convoluted, opinions and harbored doubt
Spent so long deceiving, myself with false hope
There is more of a light, but a match lights the end of my rope
I need more than air, to keep breathing in rhythm
Lost in the despair, to the ghost of illusion
Something has to give, excuses exempt from trial
Subtle reasons to live, simply express denial
Desire has faded, only fear outweighs boredom
A walk with the wolves, is less of a conundrum
Than the effort it takes, to strive for realization
This life lost its luster, all that’s left is an empty frustration
I need more than air, to keep breathing in rhythm
Lost in the despair, to the ghost of illusion
Something has to give, excuses exempt from trial
Subtle reasons to live, simply express denial
And once you have realized, you create your own end
Its only the silence, you recognize as a friend
The sweet taste of death now, leaves your lips with a gasp
This world fades away, peace is releasing your grasp…
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4. |
i waited for nothing
03:16
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There’s a storm on the back of your mind
I can see it through the blinds
Can the calm come first this time
Before the wreckage takes everything that’s mine
I waited here for nothing
I waited here for everything
I waited her for nothing
I waited here…
There’s wildness there just behind your eye
Is there any way to tame the beast inside?
I see it burning bright burning like the fire
Can you feel the tension, it cuts just like a wire
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5. |
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This life
Is fading away in time
This knife
Serrated, sharp as your eyes
Your tongue
It ties me up inside
Till I'm numb
Wish I was still naive and blind
Until you're gone I'm alone
When you're not here I'm at home
Until you're gone I'm alone
When you're not here I'm a ghost
This life
Looks different through open eyes
This knife
Drips elegantly in time
With your tongue
That speaks till my ears are blind
And I'm numb
Can’t seem to cut out the void inside
Until you're gone I'm alone
When you're not here I'm at home
Until you're gone I'm alone
When you're not here I'm a ghost
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6. |
debilitating guilt
03:16
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Of all the emotions I find the most debilitating to be guilt
Nothing is more detrimental to the foundation we have built
But I've learned that my apologies are merely meaningless motions
Without direct action set to counter the commotion
And I feel like every stride I take
just drifts back with tide that breaks
If only lunar pull would change course
i could fill this hole I dug with remorse
Of every useless battle that I've been determined to contend
The struggle with my false pride when I'm to drunk to make sense
Has been the defining failure and caused my idiotic philosophy
To be the blade that digs so deep in our laboriously sewn seems
And I feel like every stride I take
just drifts back with tide that breaks
If only lunar pull would change course
i could fill this hole I dug with remorse
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7. |
the show is over
01:45
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Oh what a web we weave
that we get so tangled up between
What we want and think we need
but never take the time to breathe
Now its one day at a time
no need to question every rhyme
Have we broke lose or broken stride
and just when will we realize
Or will we circle back like clocks
through these reoccurring talks
Of what you found that I lost
and just how much does it cost
But we carry onward now
the show is over take your bow
Ill turn my back to the crowd
so I wont hear them ask you how
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8. |
a line in the sand
03:58
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A line once drawn in the sand
Has since been taken back by the tide
We strive simply to be a good man
But got so caught up in the time
In a world that supports such inadequacies
As humanity lacking in human existence
I've no strength to endure the realities
And welcome slipping off into madness
Because it's home to our questioning minds
This place with no boundaries or walls
The eternal confusion of accepting we are blind
Is only the beginning of our greatest fall...
A scar that was once a fresh wound
Had healed and surpassed its former state
Evolution is necessity and soon
I just hope to be able to relate
To the organisms I encounter each day
Like a bacteria it spreads like a plague
people forcing themselves to be slaves
As the madness develops into rage
Because it's home to our questioning minds
This place with no boundaries or walls
The eternal confusion of accepting we are blind
Is only the beginning of our greatest fall...
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9. |
hanging on every word
02:29
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we know that the night must end
I’m trying to remember it all but hold nothing in
I’m not used to the feeling of a smile
it feels so new to slip away for a while
I forgot to breathe when I was taking you in
I forgot all my pain with every kiss
we know that the time must pass
I’m desperate to keep this feeling within my grasp
I’m not used to the warmth in my heart
it feels so good I hope this is only the start
I forgot to take when I was breathing you in
I forgot everything that I had to give
we know that high must crash
I hope the feelings that we discovered will last
I’m not used to the comfort of your embrace
it feels so right I’m sure it’s written all over my face
I forgot to breathe when I was taking you in
I forgot all my pain with every kiss
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10. |
2.01643836
02:32
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This is the first time
You’ve had so much to say
In so few words
In 736 or so days
Like the time expires, we dance on the tail of yesterdays
In a dwindling fire, were caught briefly in the haze
This is the last time
Ill be able to feel your voice
Tremble in my ear
“its time to make a choice”
Like the time expires, we dance on the tail of yesterdays
In a dwindling fire, were caught briefly in the haze
This is the only time
Id ever fallen this far
For anything my dear
You’re my only star
Like the time expires, we dance on the tail of yesterdays
In a dwindling fire, were caught briefly in the haze
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