1. |
This Ain't Free
03:45
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As the moon rises,
The currents get louder,
My ear twitches,
The air gets closer,
I write for me,
And no-one else,
Is what I'll say,
And it's not true.
Late nights make,
An ill-fated mind.
My head goes downhill,
A feeble state,
I'm losing my grip,
Continuously,
It pushes my,
Creativity,
Now I'm a force,
To reckon with.
Late nights make,
An ill-fated mind.
You can't stop it,
It goes on forever,
I was born in it.
You can't stop me,
I live and breathe it,
And this ain't free.
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2. |
Birthright
03:08
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There lies a cynic for a while.
Walking barefoot for a mile.
Diogenes,
Stones and bones,
He's royalty with no throne.
This is the birthright,
Believe, oh brother.
Diogenes,
Stones and bones,
He's royalty with no...
Rupture the rapture,
Cut open the cutter,
Hunt the hunter.
~But, I don't want to live to see,
Just recover,
Recover.
Diogenes,
Stones and bones,
He's royalty with no throne.
Apathy is our personal rapture.
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3. |
Crown of the Cynic
06:55
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Drench me in your colour,
Drench.
Drench me in your stereo,
Drench.
Wash the world.
If the world was a canvas,
It would be red.
I'd paint it white for a light,
And pink it said.
If the world was a canvas,
It would be red.
I'd paint some black and then the,
Blood is fed.
Tint the world.
If the world was a canvas,
It would be heard.
I'd smother myself in it,
And proclaimed dead.
If the world was a canvas,
It would be heard.
We're living in hell,
And very well-fed.
Dye the world.
Dye.
The world is full of colour,
And what a dream it is.
After so many years of mono,
We now live in stereo.
Now feel the weight,
Of the world's hue,
As it changes and shifts into,
A baron land.
"I don't care what it looks like,
As long as it doesn't look like you."
The crown of a cynic,
Well, you'd ask me who.
Drench me in your stereo.
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The very ground we walk on,
Is a crumbling cataclysm.
This glass road,
Is bound to fission.
I'm on the back foot,
Dancing 1, 2, 3,
Around the potholes,
And it's not just me.
Circumvent the maze,
As we lap the floor,
Heads move,
Mouths roar.
The favours they gave us,
Was not what we asked for.
You've had me here before,
And I see that you've got your,
Foot in the door.
The favours you gave us,
Was not what we asked for,
So let us live in peace now,
Don't bring war to our door.
You facade that you're god,
And face no consequence.
You rape our mother,
Take the ground's sustenance.
You ravage our earth,
Cast your damned curse.
Cast your damned curse.
Well go on and show me,
Hold it open,
Take me there,
And show me more.
You think you know it all,
Running our lives and haunted,
Shambolic,
Symbolic,
You're a tax haven.
The favours you gave us,
Was not what we asked for,
So let us live in peace now,
Don't bring war to our door.
These cold days,
These icy nights,
They crack under pressure,
The frail old bones,
Of a dying empire.
Fire.
You facade that you're god,
And face no consequence.
You rape our mother,
Take the ground's sustenance.
You ravage our earth,
Cast your damned curse.
Cast your damned curse.
These cold days,
These icy nights,
They crack under pressure,
The frail old bones,
Of a dying empire.
Fire.
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5. |
Thousand Year Curse
06:07
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My enemy's bodies are new ground,
I'll ascend them as my confidence is found.
Triumph.
I refuse to yield,
And lay my weapons down.
Winner takes all,
I will stand my ground.
The heat scorches my hand,
As it grips the handle with sweat,
I lift this blade,
Point to the sky,
Because I've had worse threats.
Triumph.
I refuse to yield,
And lay my weapons down.
Winner takes all,
I will stand my ground.
The air runs thick with blood and sweat of the dead,
The adrenaline has yet to let my body soak in the glory.
A millennia will be told this story.
Triumphant.
I'll remain triumphant.
Triumphant.
As I fall to my knees,
I call out to the skies,
Through death and light,
I'll forever rise.
Pray to the sword,
Pray to the warrior within.
A thousand-year curse,
Has been lifted.
I fought for many years,
This life was gifted.
Gifted.
Gifted to me.
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Fatigued;
I am cursed to fight forever.
Achieved a kingdom,
That's trapped inside my mind.
Lifting this sword,
From this slaughtered corpse,
I look at the stands,
The boy insults the man.
Cry wolf.
Cry wolf, boy.
It don't mean shit 'til you've experienced it.
You complain at,
Insult and harass,
Yet you've not the balls to get off your arse.
You complain at,
Insult and harass,
Insult and harass,
You insult.
Roosevelt has my story written out.
The cards I was dealt,
I alone deal with,
Yet still,
The boy insults the man.
Cry wolf,
Cry wolf, boy.
Cry wolf, boy.
What you say,
Don't mean shit,
Until you've lived through it.
Assumptious and you're blind,
To this man right here,
This man.
Such is the arena,
It surrounds us all.
Such is the arena,
It surrounds us four.
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7. |
Gold Drenched in White
04:58
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I saw the moon this morning,
Bathing in the light of the sun.
The catastrophe was written in the sky,
It was never time to die.
My hands stretch out far,
And their eyes look for war.
The gold drenched in white,
The colour drops off,
And I take a taste,
As it drops onto my tongue.
You bring me to my chin,
And I've had it up to here,
The pain and the fear,
I'm not your excuse to sin.
There are two in the sky,
Gold drenched white,
I'll worship both, if I want.
Your restrictions are,
Becoming tight.
Tight.
I saw the moon this morning,
And it showed me its despair,
I felt the pull of its calling,
And it didn't even care.
The sun followed suite,
Chasing the glow in the blue,
White ball refuses to be mute,
And we'll remember by its hue.
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8. |
Lightbringer
06:17
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I was once walking in darkness,
Now I hold the torch,
Couldn't see my hands for the blackness,
When I once was poor.
The richness lays in my life,
Gonna get through it all.
Got brothers and a sun in the sky,
Shining onto us all.
Lightbringer.
Fade out the dark,
Shed me some light.
We're bringing the light.
We'll bring you the light.
I wallowed in drink and smoke then,
Kept myself locked indoors.
I hoped for some kind of light and
It came and brought me home.
The richness lays in my life,
Gonna get through it all.
Got brothers and a sun in the sky,
Shining onto us all.
Lightbringer.
Fade out the dark,
Shed me some light.
We'll bring you the light.
I raise my glass to the people,
Who raise you up also,
Our class will never define us,
We are not hollow.
The richness lays in our lives,
We're gonna get through it all.
We got brothers and a sun in the sky,
Shining onto us all.
Lightbringer.
Shining onto us all.
Light.
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The Sound of Origin Leeds, UK
Coming from the industrial backdrop of Huddersfield - ‘(the) Sound of Origin’ (SoO) formed in mid-
2016.
Now a Leeds based band
Vocals: Joel Henry Bulsara
Guitars: Joe 'Zeph' Wilczynski
Bass: Jack Cradock
Drums: Matt Talbot
Guitars: Mark Auste
(the) Sound of Origin signed to APF Records to release The All Seeing Eye.
The new band 'The Sound of Origin' have released Man in the Arena themselves.
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