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Weak Knees
03:34
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Head hanging in ignominy, shoulders slumped with tragedy
A flagless patriot lacking color coated commodities
And you talk about moral, like some ribbon lifts dead spirits
It’s time to change the course because the current lacks coherence
I wish that I was home
I wonder if she still loves me
I'm starting to lose my soul
I’ve been tumbled to my knees
Magnify the temperament to peak all of the charts
Water down the means until the sum of our parts
Are scattered with the wind and squabble the importance
Of decisions that “make or break” which are actually impotent
I wish that I was home
I wonder if she still loves me
I am starting to lose my soul
I’ve been tumbled to me knees
I can’t wait 'til it’s done
Nothing will stop our objective
Peripherals showing innocence
No sentiment to foreign losses
A production of business; a growth of economy
Giving birth to bitter enemies
We should all be ashamed
To be so proud of this end
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2. |
Dead Inside
03:37
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Sometimes when I'm alone I get scared
So I search the house for my tormentors, but none of them are there
I say to myself, "it's all in my head"
But I know that sitting inside here causes this mournful dread
Pictures express what's been erased
You have left me behind here, locked down in this place
If anyone has thought of me, would they know what I'm going through?
Any one of your assumptions: none are true
And I can't give what people want from me
Some kind of supernatural, that I'll never be
I don't need your helping hand to pull me out of this hole
These eternal chains restrict my soul
Years have passed, I've lost more than gained
I hear their footsteps echoing, but my cries of help are restrained
I cannot rekindle what I have lost
They have all moved on, my old friends; I cannot accost
All of the ones I wished I'd have met
It's not my fault it never happened, so how can I feel regret?
Is it something I've said or what I've done?
With this white flag swelling above me, this battle I have not won
I don't need faded memories, loved and hated
But I can see a new beginning that's been elated
I don't need faded memories, loved and hated
But I can see a new beginning that's been elated
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3. |
When Frank Dux Sold Out
02:58
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If you confide in me some diplomatic secret
Hidden eyes, not samurais will surely see it
Documented on the eternal scroll of the silenced
Carve your name into your grave; torture science
It’s too late; the shadow's gone before you know it
The girl of my dreams taken from me, reduced to a target
I am broken, I am strained
Training everyday
Perfecting strategy
Hands of fate
Big mistake, you’re going to pay
You should have known not to fuck with me
Outside the fortress walls, I wait in the rain
One by one I pick them off putting their techniques to shame
Rivaled by my dragon style and
Slain by my Hanzo blade
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Common Sense
00:53
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I don’t understand what you want, and I don’t think you even do
Let’s give a cheer for being irrational
Think before you speak, your words are lacking common sense
It’s time to walk away; I won't give in this time
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The Jester
04:47
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I took the wrong pills; I hardly feel a thing
It might be good or bad, but it sure is missing
Those innocent, cheek-stretching eyes
I could never turn away and I never want to try
When you blink is the only time they don’t lie
Because I know your secrets and it’s such a disappointment.
Not that ready to see the space between the blinks
And I would never be.
I have found your laughter
Tangled in mindless chatter
The distasteful prelude
To a private disaster
And I hope I am wrong because
I can’t take this
How about another round?
Attempt to keep those regrets down
They don’t look so good when spit into his ear
No one really cares, except the one in the mirror
Too bad he can’t reflect good advice
Only the illusion of a fake, friendly smile
The one that is in denial of ever being whole
Pieces of the ceiling stretch out into the evening
Selecting every cloud to calm the sidewalks down
They hardly even clutter to stay out of the water
Because their spirits have already drowned
And it had nothing to do with charges,
Or unattended dinners, or a failure to leave a mark
You were already destined to be
The jester of it
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Surefire Loss Huntington Beach, California
Blake and Andrew met in high school and after several years of no success in finding other like-minded musicians, they stumbled upon Jason Gray to take up the role of lead guitar. Fast forward years later, Cam Owen has filled the roles of bass in Surefire Loss. Their EP, "Finally, the Beginning" was released December 20th, 2011. Surefire Loss is now looking to play shows and play more shows ... more
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