Album: Staple
Vicious cycle of life
I find that I kill myself every time that I look away from you
But I often gaze another moment
Incited scars reopen, bleeding again,
and they're bleeding at my request
Freely given, and we choose the choice to lose (now we know)
As these scars are screaming at me
Just why we've chosen poorly
Could this be our chance to see
why we believe that we need you instead of following numbly?
Ride on, Ride strong soldier, march to the dictated beat.
Have you ever known how victory feels unless you have felt defeat?
Dont want the pain of free will stolen and mindless mechanical will chosen
Cherish the loss
There is no concept of gain without cost
When I hit the ground and bloody palms I raise,
the arms that pick me up convince me
There's no better place
Freely given, and we choose the choice to lose (now we know)
As these scars are screaming at me
Just why we've chosen poorly
Could this be our chance to see
why we believe that we need you instead of following numbly?
It's my choice
I fall, and I fall freely
Incited scars are bleeding and now I believe
I freely believe
when I hit the ground and bloody palms I raise,
the arms that pick me up convince me
There's no better place
Freely given, and we choose the choice to lose (now we know)
As these scars are screaming at me
Just why we've chosen poorly
Could this be our chance to see
why we believe that we need you instead of following numbly?
We won't follow you numbly
May be the most well-crafted, thought-provoking lyrics I've ever heard in a hardcore song. And the music is up to par with the words. It stinks that there's a schedule conflict at CStone between Staple and my one and only chance ever to see Blaster the Rocketman.
1 comment:
Wow! Ya really ought to have somebody tape Blaster for ya. Staple has a great show!
See ya at C'stone. Be sure to say, "Hey!" I'll be the mommy with a little one in a sling. Ya can catch me 4 hours a day working at the Gathering Grounds Cappucinno & Smoothie Bar at the Impromptu stage.
Mama Cindy
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