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Other Masquerades / Blisshead Split

by Blisshead

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1.
I remember all the voices trapped inside my head: Counting blessings, so in the end we'll wind up... I swear, I promise your not the one blame. Another broken crutch, headboard, please help me sleep in between all The winding tracks leading down the same road, I can't contain; To bad This heart is hibernating. Overly complicated, this life we lead, Through Windows to the soul, Not what I wanted to be. As I try to erase all the Words in my head I cannot contain; Through the long road I've paved The way with my heartfelt inequities. Constantly searching for a way "Home". Walking into the room you feel the cold hard gaze, once again, Strapped for cash, it hasn't all sunk in. On the side, in dark room, once Again, you let it happen, but this wasn't meant for you. As the shutters Close tight, like a horsehair noose, slowly like the last time; you reach For the handle. Not what I wanted to be, this is is the life that we lead. In this, you cannot erase anything that I've said. Through the doorway, up the staircase, down the cold, long, hallway that you call upon. All the things that you ever said. It's so been long since I've been able to fall asleep.
2.
Crows 02:18
A late night crow Finding a way into my ear Telling stories of all the things that I don't want to hear Pondering All the lies, broken up, down the way Reminding my teeth of the feeling of flesh inbetween And I can't contain To my eyes Chisled in the morning dew Both coming clean Wasted and coming through The words hurt my teeth Like sillouettes of spoken words Off an old ripped up parchment And I cannot breathe And as the years roll by Scripts written in sand Standing out until the tide comes in The past unfolds Stories to be told This house a home Built upon broken glass and mold I remember all the nooks and crannies That led me to that place It's always one thing right after the other With the ghost that move within the walls This house, a home And now I know everything
3.
After Five 05:20
We all have that one thing that tears us apart from the inside, either physical, spiritual, or mental; the feeling inside that festers until one thing leads to another, we reach the end of our rope and we panic. We search for some sort of answer, a solution, a cure for this feeling. Everyone goes about this in different ways, some search for purpose. Some take whatever talent they have and share it with the world as to pass on some sort of legacy. That's all that anyone really wants, right? When the curtain closes someone to remember their name? Whether that be in flashing lights, in a melody or tune, in a painting, a picture, a memory. Maybe not intentionally but when you really break it down that's why anyone does anything. For the sheer fact of knowing they did something. Drive, purpose, does it really mean all that much? Riddle me this, how many names of people do you know that truly changed the world. How much of that was because you learned it in some way or some form from someone else. Now, truly think about this. Every thought you've ever had, even this one I'm saying right now, is unoriginal. It's been pondered before, its worked its way onto a pen or tounge and shared before you were even thought of. So, If nothing we ever do or say never truly matters then what are we doing with ourselves? Where is the definitive line between life and death besides the six feet in dirt that we've posed as tradition to try and hold on to the memories of those lost. What I'm trying to say is, babysteps. Live for the small accomplishments. You probably won't change the world, but that's okay, you don't have to. But, if everyone strives for greatness, we can spread this like wildfire. As one, we make no difference. As a whole, we are the future. We're all the same.. As a whole There's a hole.. And I'm still trying to come up with some sort of resolution, and i just cant seem to make it all come together I'm sorry.

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Split with Other Masquerades.
go get their songs here: othermasquerades.bandcamp.com

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released October 7, 2015

Blisshead on this release:

Brenton - Vocals, Lyrics
Chance - Drums
Connor - Guitar
Keegan - Bass


Tracked, Mixed and Mastered @ Raygun Studios

"Road Goes Ever On" and "Crows" written by Keegan
"After Five" written by Connor and Chance

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