Album: Mindless Conformity For Fun and Profit!
Track: 6
Part two of the Betrayal trilogy, beginning with Ever Feel Like We're Drifting Apart? and ending with I Missed You. I'm actually rather pleased with how this one came out -- it's one of my simplest songs, but I think it came out well.
Lyrics (I do write happy stuff, sometimes):
I tracked you down, in silence...
How I searched, how I strived—
You don't know.
Dreams mixed with love, and violence...
Dare I wake to face life?
I don't know.
The air was thick, oppressive...
How it clogs, how it chokes—
You don't know.
Your ploy was so impressive...
Oh, my heart, how it broke—
You can't know.
My mind was tired, but restless...
How it roams, how it prowls—
You don't know.
The hunt was so relentless...
Oh, the dogs, how they howl—
You must know.
They tore me down, they won out...
How they laughed, how they scorned—
You don't know.
So I start on a new route...
Oh, my heart, it's so torn—
Sure, you know.
Can't we find another way?
How this life sickens me—
You don't know.
The fires of Hell are hot, they say.
They smoulder, dear; how they burn—
You shall know.
Track: 6
Part two of the Betrayal trilogy, beginning with Ever Feel Like We're Drifting Apart? and ending with I Missed You. I'm actually rather pleased with how this one came out -- it's one of my simplest songs, but I think it came out well.
Lyrics (I do write happy stuff, sometimes):
I tracked you down, in silence...
How I searched, how I strived—
You don't know.
Dreams mixed with love, and violence...
Dare I wake to face life?
I don't know.
The air was thick, oppressive...
How it clogs, how it chokes—
You don't know.
Your ploy was so impressive...
Oh, my heart, how it broke—
You can't know.
My mind was tired, but restless...
How it roams, how it prowls—
You don't know.
The hunt was so relentless...
Oh, the dogs, how they howl—
You must know.
They tore me down, they won out...
How they laughed, how they scorned—
You don't know.
So I start on a new route...
Oh, my heart, it's so torn—
Sure, you know.
Can't we find another way?
How this life sickens me—
You don't know.
The fires of Hell are hot, they say.
They smoulder, dear; how they burn—
You shall know.
Category Music / Other Music
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File Size 2.52 MB
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