Let me say that I know when I should be confessing
I'm counting everything- my change and blessings
Chemists cursed me imbalanced
I ran through the streets until my legs gave in
Hey,
even
without
light
I
could
see
that
we
were
failures
And I am coming clean of dreams that don't exist
Oh God, it's in the air when it should be
Safe between our hands
And
love,
even
without
light
I
could
see
that
we
would
fail
Let me say what I mean
Let me sleep on your floor
Let me learn to love
Cause I can feel my face sinking
through bruised bones, barely hiding my mind
Failure fascination - I got a count on all I'll never have
And I am dying to not give up on this
(And I confess, my fixation is my fix)
And I've been running around trying to find my home
Twenty years on the run trying to find my own
(And I confess, a house is not a home)
My head is red- my bones black and blue
Fever burns- choke on words at the thought of you
(And I confess, fixation is my fix)
Sing a song for the disenchanted
Hum a hymn for the misdirected
A little love for the sons and daughters
shadow-sitting life in forgotten corners
(and then)
I fell hard over myself again
I confess my love for everything
I woke up and needed to sleep again
With the music bleeding in my veins
Goddamn the yesterdays
With the love of all there is to love
We're who you're dreaming of
With the music bleeding in my veins
Goddamn the yesterdays
With the love of all there is to love
You're the one who we're dreaming of
I confess...
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- Miscellaneous
- Year One
- Equal Vision Records Summer Sampler 2004
- We’re Down Til We’re Underground
- Krazy Fest 6
- Rock Sound: Music With Attitude, Volume 54
- Love American
- Handguns Better Punk Comp
- Hellfest 2002
- Up Sampler 12
- Equal Vision Spring Sampler
- Metal Hammer: Volume Dealer II
- Rock Sound: Music with Attitude (Italian Edition), Volume 69
- Heartattack, Volume 1
- VISIONS: All Areas, Volume 44
- Inventing the Scene: Equal Vision Records
- AMP Magazine Presents, Volume 1: Hardcore
- Ox-Compilation #53
- Demo 7"
- American Nightmare