There is no metaphor I can sing to ease the pain. There's no drum fill that can make all your delusions go away. No guitar riff, no composition to clean up this mess we've made. Turn the van around, my throat's too sore to sing, my hand's too shaky to play.
Fuck this masquerade. So let's turn on the house lights and burn down the stage. Move on, move on, move on. There ain't nothing to see here. But I'm not so sure I believe in this music, believe in these words. I want something more than a chorus to sing.
There is no pill that I can take to ease the pain. You can head the wrong direction and just focus on your speed. I can nod away the night time, you can drink away the day. We can dance around our demons, take our secrets to our graves.
Fuck this masquerade. Let's recognize our problems and learn how to change. Move on, move on, move on. Why are we so afraid? But I'm not so sure that a microphone matters as much as the floor. I want something more like a chorus that bleeds melody secondary to the veins.
credits
from ReRecord,
released April 22, 2013
Jordan Castro - lead vocals
David D'Amato - electric guitars, acoustic guitar, harmony vocals, bass, keyboards
Danny Kish - drums
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