Thanks, symbolic vengeance
That neither folds me
Or you into their submission
Rows of empty houses
Now there's no leader
Or piper for anyone to follow
Forecast sun this springtime
Never undermine this
Just relay the message
Ample timing for a breakdown
While solemn, we can take no
Real comfort or solace
Thanks, academy and all enemies
Force fervored motives
Rest on my laurels and statues
Broken virtues, I rest in little pieces
I've smashed to smithereens
All hopes and dreams
Nurtured in dirty playgrounds
Lost syllables never turn into words
Lost the goals of the war
Now we've lost balance
Lost syllables never turn into words
(Now our heads hit the floor)
Lost the goals of the war
(Now we've lost the will to feel)
Now we've lost balance
(Now we've lost balance)
Lost syllables never turn into words
(Now our heads hit the floor)
Lost the goals of the war
(Now we've lost the will to feel)
Now we've lost balance
(Now we've lost balance)
Lost syllables never turn into words
(Now our heads hit the floor)
Lost the goals of the war
(Now we've lost the will to feel)
Now we've lost balance
(Now we've lost balance)
- :
- Home And Minor (EP)
- Effloresce
- Self Preserved While The Bodies Float Up
- Miscellaneous
- Everyone Into Position
- A Very Still Movement
- Catalyst
- One Day All This Could Be Yours EP
- Relapse Ep
- Music for Nurses EP
- Heaven Alive
- Compilation Rock Hard 48
- New Pin
- Frames
- Rock Sound: Sound Check, Volume 101
- Saturday Morning Breakfast Show
- Independents Day: ID 08
- Feed to Feed
- Amputee EP
- Remember Where You Are