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Amends Unsaid
02:13
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Cheated out of long last days, a sickness retreats beneath trembling feet,
but mediocrity always seems to set things straight
I'll fail to make a face to meet the faces I'll meet,
I'll leap casually into careless defeat, retreat
Can't seem to make amends for every word unsaid or every second guess,
a slow death is beckoning, I think I'm losing my grip, but never giving in
One more time for the suffering to end, one more time for my old friends
but never again will I try to find whats left
What I have left are only sentiments, because I left them for dead
and most things are better left unsaid
Can't seem to make amends for every word unsaid or every second guess,
a slow death is beckoning, I think I'm losing my grip, but never giving in
giving up, or missing it, it seems I've shaped my own suffering
a slow life – that will never end, moving forward but going nowhere again
I always knew that I would never find the time
or even see what's left behind
and now I'm searching for the line
between true loss and lost time – lost my mind...
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Cosmic Lung
03:23
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Safely strung out, gripping tight like a noose
still searching for the only proof; I mean, that I'm alive
and humanity is breathing
without me, who are you?
And now, lust lies bleeding, and I'm stuck here repeating:
I never needed your acceptance, or your empty gestures.
Bide your time
(Set free from)
To find what's right to gain their affection at once
(Set free from fleeting responsibility)
But no ones respect or trust, and did you think it would be easy?
Life and conflict without bleeding, (so) release
Kill yourself for what it's worth – the truth
I had nothing left to show or did to begin, you were the one that once called me a friend
displace the blame away and burn your last bridge, I won't be there to help you build them again
Break, and take...Break...I'll be the one to tell of your mistakes
You take, I'll break it all open to find my own way
No lust for battle, so here's your eulogy:
Here lies a man, that once rose with respect, now a victim of his own circumstance
Dressed solemnly in white (beating myself for spite)
The priest reads out your descent
We're here to celebrate the life (reaching out for the light)
and not the death of false friends
so never come here again, or speak of sutured ends, I must confess.
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Cut From The Cloth
01:35
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(again falling off)
I said, I said, I said it was wrong
(but not lashing out)
I know, I'm bound, I'm bound to fall off
(A sure sign of the weak)
So please, please leave, please leave me in peace
(the ones who crave empathy)
I know I am, disgraced by a world
that places value on suffering, only to realize
we're all from the same cut, yet some are more loosely spun
The unrelenting fanatics breed false fortunes of might;
we simply need the means to stay alive
And misery is handed on to me,
crowded hands reach for sympathy something I don't need
I'll never need nothing from something, something from nothing
Despite all the odds it seems I'm wrought by dissent, and I won't quit
or ever bear false witness, or push myself when I have nothing to show for it,
so let the distance spread
You always had the final word, but I'll have the last laugh
Cruel ambition, in pictures painted over; bright, yet just another disguise
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Dusk
02:37
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Josh Josh Josh Josh Josh Josh Kaiser
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Fuck you look them up on Google
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