1. |
Tongs And Tar
03:06
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Leaving this one last place,
I used to call my home,
Keep my head up,
Turn blurred eyes away.
Destroy what you're used to,
Never been in so much pain,
Waking up from these childhood dreams.
As i sew these lips with threads,
I used to weave, that I used to weave,
If i can't shake it off my back,
I'll rip it out with whole my heart.
Fix the hole with tongs and tar.
I'd welcome death with open arms.
Shatter into pieces any hope,
This is not what we've been waiting for.
As i sew these lips with threads,
I used to weave, that I used to weave,
If i can't shake it off my back,
I'll rip it out with whole my heart.
Fix the hole with tongs and tar.
I'd welcome death with open arms.
Shatter into pieces any hope,
This is not what we've been waiting for.
They gave us no keys, not a clue,
I didn't asked for it all,
I only asked for enough.
The time that we spend here,
Was not on our side,
A false friend,
Delusion of safety.
They gave us no keys, not a clue,
I didn't asked for it all,
I only asked for enough.
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2. |
Better Place
02:43
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My dreams are so unreal,
Minions of my past take me away from here,
I feel there is no place to rest my soul,
No grounds to host my tomb,
When i'm gone.
I see asphalt hills and swings,
This golden room i used to sleep,
Bottle caps and missing bricks,
All that lives deep within.
Need to move.
Move along.
I've turned the point,
Of no return.
We walk the worst of paths,
Always miss the better place for us to be,
I can't remember all the stories i've been told,
I want to catch these scraps, stand my ground.
I see asphalt hills and swings,
This golden room i used to sleep,
Bottle caps and missing bricks,
All that lives deep within.
We walk the worst of paths.
We walk the worst of paths.
We walk the worst of paths.
Need to move.
Move along.
I've turned the point,
Of no return.
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3. |
No Solace
03:53
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You're breathing the same air as i do,
I've met a comrade in my misery,
You hold me at the edge of the waters,
I sank my feet in, i dip my hands.
Ropes that pulls my very bones,
I can't trace my own shadow, can't seem to change,
At this point i feel that it's no matter,
I feel no remorse,
Believe in no solace.
Drives me on,
It fills the emptiness inside,
It calls back whatever is left of me.
Drives me on,
Left of me,
What's left of me.
You came here with yoke on your shoulders,
And candle in your hand,
You kneel after thousand mile trail,
Your buckets are empty, flame is long gone.
Ropes that pulls my very bones,
I can't trace my own shadow, can't seem to change,
At this point i feel that it's no matter,
I feel no remorse,
Believe in no solace.
I'll burn down everything i took care of,
These ruins will bury my sorrows.
Anger drives me on.
Everything i took care of.
These ruins will bury my sorrows.
Anger drives me on.
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