1. |
Now
01:36
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who am i now?
you abandoned me.
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2. |
Sing The Refrain
03:16
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one more time, side-to-side.
it feels so cold, in here tonight.
i think i’ll just hide in here,
until i take a drink of the sun.
i think i’ve said too much.
i think i’ve grown to old.
it think it’s all okay…
but again and again it will find me here.
i think i’ll go through this one more time,
and this is how i’ll get from here to gone.
angels breathe with the devil’s eyes,
and i can taste the brimstone lies.
eyelids, turn to silence.
another one, goes away.
i sit alone,
an exit i’ve dethroned.
i’m on my way,
way too soon.
they turn to stone,
not skin nor bone.
the deepest shade of grey,
i have ever known.
sing the refrain.
lay it in the grave.
sing the refrain.
another goes away.
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3. |
Suicide
03:15
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a thread frays showing the ice age,
your face turns from love to pain.
and you think you sit all above it,
as i write these words down in ink.
a ray of light shines into my cage,
this place becomes my escape.
do you think my mind malfunctions,
as you find yourself out of sync?
i said it all too soon,
through the night’s eye i can see the sun.
all the things you wanted me to do,
fall around me in a pile of none.
through these lonely eyes,
was my suicide.
i said, goodbye, goodnight.
bedside, suicide.
to think that my silent night,
rang out through the sky.
through these lonely eyes,
was my suicide.
i toast god with this bottle,
all my things i suddenly disown.
i guess i earned a mouse’s prize,
but the price is a loaded gun.
i got a gun, i gotta run,
god is gonna lose another son.
none of you seem to understand
my little lonely world.
i gotta run…
through these lonely eyes,
was my suicide.
i said, goodbye, goodnight.
bedside, suicide.
to think that my silent night,
rang out through the sky.
through these lonely eyes,
was my suicide.
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4. |
The Friction
03:21
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until the answers come,
i’m stuck in here with this.
until the violence ends,
i’m stuck in here with you.
and it’s so dark inside,
your whispers, they can’t thrive.
and life, it gives into…
into the friction.
the friction.
digging its way in.
daring to survive.
listening to my fears.
bound to my mr. hyde.
the friction. the friction.
until it’s kingdom come,
i’m tangled in this mess.
until the silence begins,
i’m lost in here with you.
the friction.
the friction.
the friction.
digging its way in.
daring to survive.
listening to my fears.
bound to my mr. hyde.
the friction. the friction.
the thoughts they swirl, in my mind.
lies and truths, undefined.
digging its way in.
daring to survive.
listening to my fears.
bound to my mr. hyde.
the friction. the friction. the friction.
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5. |
Feeding The Reaper
03:09
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(instrumental)
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6. |
No Stopping It
02:22
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imprisoned in a body of flesh and disease.
living in a hell while the mind is still free.
i wonder if she cursed at a god unseen.
questioning the why and the how this could be.
there’s no stopping it.
finally saw something light up her eyes.
it was the man who stood by her side.
find your love and don’t let it die.
even if the soul insists on the sky.
there’s no stopping it.
piercing my eardrums ‘til the mourning lets go.
my mind went numb as i followed her tomb.
and i just don’t know why her body went cold.
i hope she knows that… god, i hope that she knows…
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7. |
What I Need
03:25
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i think i’m lost in here,
so lost inside.
you want to sink so nice and low,
so i’ll let you drown tonight.
do you know what side you’re on,
through this thorny cloud in the sky?
can you tell me what i need,
to face that animal in me?
please tell me what i need,
to surrender and admit my defeat.
i am still trying to find you out,
to let you know the reason why.
can you tell me one more time,
anytime, anything…
how to cross that line?
i’m losing my patience now,
for this fragile mind.
can you tell me what i need,
to face that animal in me?
please tell me what i need,
to surrender and admit my defeat.
i said i’m going nowhere but here.
i always feel so fucking alone here.
i don’t think you know my type.
but i know you think you’re mine.
(can you tell me, can you tell me?)
can you tell me what i need,
to face that animal in me?
please tell me what i need,
to surrender and admit my defeat.
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8. |
Coming Down
02:25
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i’m coming down.
i said i’m good,
just give me the antidote.
please let me float,
through this sea of monochrome.
you think you know just what i need,
but i don’t think you understand all of this fatigue.
i honestly think i’m doing just fine.
i don’t understand this concern all the time.
i’m coming down,
i’m coming down now.
wish this wasn’t over.
i said i would,
just let me be alone.
please take note,
of my voice on the phone.
i said too much, this is a bad sign.
faking this dream of reality and time.
you think you know what i need but i’m fine.
i promise you, i’m doing just fine.
i’m coming down,
i’m coming down now.
wish this wasn’t over.
i promise you, i’m fine.
i promise you, it’s time.
i’m coming down,
i’m coming down now.
wish this wasn’t over.
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9. |
Time
02:55
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little dreams of a broken mind.
grew so high they misaligned.
silent means to an end in sight.
i fall into familiar rhymes.
where did it go?
where did the time go?
where did it go?
where did my time go?
it’s the same thing.
over and over.
where did it go?
where did the time go?
took so long to get it right.
failed several times and still out of sight.
i obsess over each little line.
until my obsession meets my design.
untold are the tales of these stories unwritten,
of a man in his thirties ridden with sin and submission.
historically unbeknownst of fertile complaints,
an honest man he was but surely no saint.
the mountainous fault of the right and the left,
clouded the heads of the people leaving them deaf.
kindred spirits silently passed their blame,
while diligent omens were left untamed.
wished for perfection, became undermined .
distorted my vision, my opinion of time.
i thought it caused my eyes to go blind.
no, i just became that much more refined.
there’s nothing wrong, it’s not a crime.
even though my self remains undefined.
the vacancy is very much alive.
my persistence will not sway, nor will my drive.
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10. |
Stuck In Here
03:41
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once again i’m stuck in here.
once again i’m in low gear.
once again i have a fear.
once again i’m stuck in here.
hey just close the door.
think back and just ignore.
hey just close your eyes.
think back and realize.
oh no, i’m stuck in here.
oh no, still stuck in here.
what makes you think that it’s okay?
don’t start it off don’t relate.
take the job but not the pay.
forget the hours but not the day.
hey just close your eyes.
think back and realize.
hey just close the door.
back up and just ignore.
oh no, i’m stuck in here.
oh no, i’m stuck in here.
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Blind With Rain carries its origins well with the careful marriage of classic, industrial themes and pulsating instrumental pieces with an enormously broad selection of experimental layers and vicious hooks. The sound is at once distantly familiar and distinctly unique with shattering vocal tracks that pierce the subconscious and demand its submission. ... more
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