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Anatomy
03:19
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I create myself from the nothing I content to be
A perfect circle I just choose the anatomy
Nothing to break, you take away from me
Let me remain, an ever loving travesty
Theorise myself into the depths of uncertainty
Or trade this life into the arms of authority
Time passes by - don't make it the enemy
Let it die, let it play out to infinity
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Chained
03:15
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Chained
Ashamed
A piece of mind that used to carry me through every day
Remains
Remains a part of me but sight is lost in this delay
Let me betray my own authority and plunge myself into decay
Relay
Relay it back to you that hope was lost along the way
Too many expectations to the forefront of my mind
Disappointment in myself is the tool of my decline
Let me breathe
Let me have my chance to say
Your regression from existence left me hopeless to this day
And that's the way it's got to be
But if you look into my eyes you will see something they call greed
I need it back
I need direction to believe
Left right to myself so I might see who I might be
Tell me - where can I put my faith?
When the voice that's meant for comfort is only preaching hate
Tell me - where do I belong?
When the voice that's meant for guidance is absent for so long?
Could I ever remind you to peer beneath my skin?
(All signs point towards the person that I could have been)
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I'm trapped in this world I live
Morning thoughts prophetic of abyss
Bound inside feelings of shame
An excuse to let misery reign
Tormented by assumptions so dry
Predictably lessened by the words you cry
Shallow visions of the pathways of life
Predictably lessened by the words you cry
I can't chase it away
But I can't let it stay
You've got your twisted ways
I've got my wasted days
We better start to pray
That we'll survive this way
The colours don't fade
Maybe just dull in shade
A question I ask every day
But I don't live here anymore
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Morbid
02:24
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Inside this world of repeat
Born to die, living incomplete
Left alone, leave me be
I'm content within this dream
Told me all about this lie
But the same friends will leave you out to dry
Held in shame, don't you believe in the end we're never free
It's comfort we find in this world unkind
Pushed through delusions of paradise
Held on tight to a mental bind
Within ourselves remain confined.
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