Cover di Over the Under

Over the Under
Album - 21 settembre 2007 - Debaser id 430172

di Down

Crawling, to the path of the righteous
Crawling, to you again, to you again
Crawling, up and down a mountain
Crawling, then up again, then up again

Could you ever admit to yourself
That you must walk in the light of the blessed

Not invited, to cry out loud
I'm a brother, stone cold truth
Love and suffer, Siamese cult
Left divided, so I trudge on now

Could you ever admit to yourself
That you must walk in the light of the blessed

Not invited, to cry out loud
I'm a brother, stone cold truth
Love and suffer, Siamese cult
Held divided, so I trudge on

Eyes wide to reality
Crawling, up and down a mountain
Crawling, to you again

Eyes wide to reality
Crawling, up and down a mountain
Then up again

Eyes wide to reality
Crawling
I'm crawling
I'm crawling to you
Il tuo voto:
All scorn me, a monster should be feared
witch hunt blame
regret and damn the day

I Scream

Fallen leaves, from the same family tree
wind blown halves
regret is all that's left...all that's left

Words cut deeply, (there is) no secrecy
So long since seeing, my lifetime appealing
The two are not healing
I cannot help feeling regret, REGRET

Reflecting on our memories
WE KNOW THE PAINS OF LIVING
and I know HE'S seeing both of we
REGRET HE WOULD NOT WANT TO BE

I Scream
Il tuo voto:
Hotel room of doom
I can't find a clue
Confusion, broken hearted woe

Sheets and pillows soaked
My telephone seems broken
I'm calling crucified
Blacklisted no reply

BE MY EYES

Stole my sight
But not my heart
I miss my 2nd home
(Your) adopted son doth mourn

Sermon served in praise
In a sacred empty space
Pit no ones sorrows against your own

Seven days in vain
The last three spent enflamed (in prayer)
I stand crucified
As they're stricken blind

BE MY EYES

Stole my sight
But not my heart
Missing the lone state home
My blood runs cold
I Mourn
Il tuo voto:
setting sail
from a crushed rooftop
fathoms deep
shallow as a raindrop
attempt to feel
20/20 now
react like gasoline
cornered by a house fire

you can't come clean beneath the tides of the washout

cut from the filthy cloth
a sucking wound left in our chests
being burned around the heart
the boil under your flesh
hidden at home
chasing a tucked tail now
acting on the instinct
of self haphazard yet

you can't come clean beneath the tides of the washout

THE SHAVING DOWN
IN MILLIGRAMS
WITH A GUN IN YOUR HAND
DIRECTIONLESS
MEMORIES
OF COMBAT ON YOUR HEAD
RAIN CAN'T SOAK WHAT IS NOT HERE...
the first thrill
demands another
consequence
the trigger of the
operative playing russain roulette with a full chamber
miserable outcome
one and the same

you can't come clean beneath the tides of the washout
Il tuo voto:
Been to this place before, an excavation
Scrawling a name again
Touch stony face restored, can't read the name
Collapsible fingertips

Weeping within the hot of desert weeps
To brood inside the skull of wax of time
Taking no step alone until you can
Crying on the downed stones

PILLAMYD
By handfuls you will build, a pillamyd

Lust in the vessel head, working with slaves
Dust in the eyes of men
OFFER NOCTURNAL PRAYER, ALTER ABLAZE
MAGIK OBTAINED, DECIPHERING PAIN

Moving inside you when you seem asleep
Influence all to step beyond the gate
When you're slipping in preservative
Hydro-glyphic downed stones

PILLAMYD
By handfuls you will build a pillamyd

Pillamyd built, pillamyd guilt, INSIDE

IT'S ETCHED IN STONE

PILLAMYD
By handfuls you will build a pillamyd
Il tuo voto:
Go slow
Cruel to himself and generous about it
Cruel to the world (it's) not hard to spot it
Can't give up
Shut up
On a tirade
Off the top of his head
So ripe becoming rotten

He's hit the wailing wall
To pass out hard upon
He's kissed the wailing wall
In the thrall of it all

Failed his name with no care to hide it
Failed escape it's documented
Instilled or distilled
The spike or the chill
It's immolation
The lust of non-existence

He's hit the wailing wall
To pass out hard upon
He's kissed the wailing wall
In the thrall of it all

Headstone tells but nothing about him
Headstone reads two decades wasted
A funeral pyre
With no one to burn it
(And nobody attending)

In the thrall of it all
No lower heaven
For his bones
Nor handing life back
What it's owed
Caretaker careless
Of what he's sown
Porously reaching
His lowest low
The negative
Hast just begun
Joining the war
Impossible...
Because self destruction brings misfortune

In the thrall of it all
He's hit the wailing wall
In the thrall of it all
He's kissed the wailing wall
Il tuo voto:
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