This is a poem for the lost and the fallen,
For all gods, sons and devils daughters.
Following the footstep of our fathers,
No one can stop the rain, the raising water.
I am torn into with every thought of you.
You drive me to the brink,
How do i get through this?
So take me back to a time I didn't feel so alone,
Sometimes I get so stressed so please don't tell me that i'ts all in my head.
So ask yourself, can you bottle it inside?
This rage building deep within.
All these words you see me crying out (crying out)
Yet no one seems to listen (seems to listen)
First breath, last breath,
All that matters is to be apart that man you are looking for,
Betrayed.
Confess your sins to me.
I can see you're on the edge,
Slip!
Let me be!
credits
from One Last Time,
released September 20, 2013
Lewis McCalmon - Lyrics
Hayden McCarry - Production, Mixing, Mastering, Programming and Composing
Realistically, I should have bought this album after the first 100 scrobbles of In Reach (Out of Touch), but it's never too late to do the right thing. This has a different atmosphere (and story) than The Lost City, but it's just as good and just as melodic. porcelainheart-
Supplementing sasscore insanity with bolstered vocals and pop-punk songcraft, the California band are kicking ass and breaking boundaries. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 21, 2024
Two impressive vocalists, variable and skilled guitarists and a tight and very powerful rhythm section. That plus the ability to write a song really leaves nothing left to desire here. mourner