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Intro
01:24
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2. |
Lungs
05:44
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This corridor is kubrikian,
it's like the end's always off camera, and the reel is wearing thin.
But backstage the mirror's broken,
so you spin the reel and film, and I'll score the scene and sing
And there's burns upon the frames,
from where the ash had found the cracks, and settled in.
(I guess) You know the cigarettes won't save you,
but what's left in the corrupt, but song and sin?
My lungs are bare, but I'm still writing,
But my grey outlook, has dimmed the lighting,
This gas mask mentality is killing me.
We will fill these lungs.
We will fill these lungs.
(yeah)
In frames we see ourselves,
we watch silently in shame, as we anticipate the lines.
but this is pure love, steady the siren.
Breathe it in through broken mirrors, breathe the white into your mind.
(cause there are) stains, on the pages of the scripts,
leading saints astray, with promise of paler lips.
We are just a empty metaphor,
hiding solidarity within songs.
My lungs are bare, but I'm still writing,
But my grey outlook, has dimmed the lighting,
This gas mask mentality is killing me.
We will fill these lungs.
We will fill these lungs.
(yeah)
(We will fill these lungs)
In the page, was a saint,
and his words, doused in paint,
left a mark, on the streets,
where the dead, come to preach,
he said, son, I'm alive,
in the words, that you write.
You're an oak, not a child,
and you'll survive, in the wild.
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3. |
Demons
04:33
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Raised by the sea,
caught in the waves,
tides turn to ash
and Fade.
Demons, they come.
King of the sea,
brought to his hands,
and knees.
I don't wanna face my demon's grin.
just a snake in my mind, a play on my sins.
Bullets catch in teeth,
gears begin to turn,
in the wake of this ordeal,
we will still learn.
shady night skies,
street lamps that tease,
gasoline skies
and seas.
so light up the streets,
light up my way,
guide me back home
I pray.
I don't wanna live in this canvas of pride.
so paint my way, in the blue of your eyes.
Bullets catch in teeth,
gears begin to turn,
in the wake of this ordeal,
we will still learn.
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4. |
Snake Bite Bullet
04:32
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Snake bite bullet and I'm back from the dead.
Like a kiss on the cheek and a kick in the head.
I gotta get it together and get the hell outta here,
cause I promised my dad I wouldn't die this year.
Bear fight in a sheet of regret.
Beer breath stench in an unfamiliar bed.
If the fame doesn't do then the infamy will.
It's like I'm higher than the heavens but I'm headed downhill.
Oh, I think I'm gonna go,
No, I think I'll end the show.
Another dumb night that means nothing at all,
a seig heil welcome to the suicide ball.
Scratched back, stacked, I'm gonna end up dead,
there's a snake bite bullet headed straight for my head.
Oh, come on.
Cigarette burns and a hazy memory,
Ears ring out with a bitter melody.
But I see a light, yeah, I see an end,
unless we go back out tonight and do it all over again, so come on.
Oh, I think I'm gonna go,
No, I think I'll end the show.
Another dumb night that means nothing at all,
a seig heil welcome to the suicide ball.
Scratched back, stacked, I'm gonna end up dead,
there's a snake bite bullet headed straight for my head.
Oh, come on.
Murder the party and save yourself.
Oh, I think I'm gonna go,
No, I think I'll end the show.
Another dumb night that means nothing at all,
a seig heil welcome to the suicide ball.
Scratched back, stacked, I'm gonna end up dead,
there's a snake bite bullet headed straight for my head.
Oh, come on.
Snake bite bullet and my life's on the line.
Cause I'm tearing at the seems and I can't ignore the signs.
Give me whiskey for my nerves a 44. for the times.
Load up a snake bite bullet and I'll take back what's mine.
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5. |
Ventus
05:41
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When do we begin to breathe?
I sold my soul so I could believe,
in life, and love, and sound again,
but I'm lost in the echoes of greater men.
Looking up into a bleach black sky,
all I see if the silence burning in their eyes,
and I know, this is gonna change everything.
Where do we begin to breathe?
when the cracks in the road, looks like roots to me,
just reaching for the light at the end of the street,
so where do we begin to breathe?
When do we begin to leave,
I sold, the sun, to live in the sea.
For the songs, the sights, and my friends again,
but I've seen the sunset, and this is where the summer ends.
Looking up into a bleach black sky,
all I see if the silence burning in their eyes,
and I know, this is gonna change everything.
Where do we begin to breathe?
when the cracks in the road, looks like roots to me,
just reaching for the light at the end of the street,
so where do we begin to breathe?
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RAPTOR SHACK Guernsey
Rise|Riot|Repeat
__________________
Peter Mitchell | Drums/Vocals
Liam Inder |
Bass/Vocals
Casey-Joe Rumens | Guitar/Vocals
Mikey Ferbrache | Lead Guitar
Elliott Crossan | Lead Vocals/Keyboards/Guitar
... more
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