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Welcome Home
04:38
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I’m at a loss for words
To show you how this feels
All the doors are open and all the walls are bare
Welcome home
No one is here
It’s just empty rooms
Welcome home dear
All your child hood things are gone
And no one is around
All the doors are locked
And all the lights are off
No one is here
Welcome home
Creeping up the stairs
You spot a shadow move along the wall
Creeping up the stairs
You hear a footstep just to your rear
Welcome home
Is that a voice you hear?
It’s just empty rooms
Can you hear the voices as
They whisper in your ear?
Over there
What was that
Did I see a shadow
Did I imagine that,
Tapping on my shoulder
Footsteps in the hall
Curl in the corner
Try to hide
Close my eyes
Good night, go to bed
Welcome Home
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2. |
Bed of Flame
05:52
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I feel your presence fade with the morning light
When you come to my door, will I answer or ignore?
Every time I see you leave I feel the dying flames, burning me.
Your finger nails down my back and he bite marks that you left upon my neck won’t fade
You will burn me, you will feel me.
In this bed we made of flames.
You will burn me, you will feel me.
In this bed we made of flames.
All flames burn the brightest before they are snuffed out.
Blue flames burn brightest, the quickest, the hottest.
Watch the burst fade out.
Your finger nails down my back and he bite marks that you left upon my neck won’t fade
You will burn me, you will feel me.
In this bed we made of flames.
You will burn me, you will feel me.
In this bed we made of flames.
Step into my parlor said the spider to the fly.
I followed you through the darkest time.
Pulling closed the curtains, locking all the doors
With death breathing down my neck.
Your finger nails down my back and he bite marks that you left upon my neck won’t fade
You will burn me, you will feel me.
In this bed we made of flames.
You will burn me, you will feel me.
In this bed we made of flames.
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3. |
Sun and Moon
06:03
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Kings and Queens, falling in and out of check.
All the rest are pawns, that fall into the path.
You take a piece, I try to take two.
The board falls beneath the sun, the stars, the moon.
When I miss the sun, I kiss the moon;
Whispering words that I meant for you.
When I miss the sun, I kiss the moon;
Hoping your light shines through.
Your ever-changing face ticked off the hours,
Waiting for the day to break,
Opening the flowers.
Pretending in the garden that you knew the way,
We were children holding hands while we play.
This apple's rotten, we knew this was how it ends.
The Tree of Knowledge never was a good friend.
When I miss the sun, I kiss the moon;
Whispering words that I meant for you.
When I miss the sun, I kiss the moon
Hoping your light shines through.
Every choice you made was safe, that's not what we need.
Passion takes a chance.
Jump off this cliff, let's run.
When I miss the sun, I kiss the moon;
Whispering words that I meant for you.
When I miss the sun, I kiss the moon
Hoping your light shines true.
Shines True.
Shines True.
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4. |
Dust Devil
03:57
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Dust Devil, walk across this world
Sand Bones and Wind
Burying the path behind and the path at hand
They say the world will have it’s end
And you’ll be there
Gathering the souls at hand with your own intact.
Roam far, Roam Free.
There’s no one stop you.
He collects the ones that don’t care for their lives
Following the spark of life that you’re given.
He can smell your fear to live,
And he will fix that.
When he finds the spark, that’s where he digs the knife.
Roam far, Roam Free.
There’s no one stop you.
(Slow part)
Dust Devil, calls you.
Comes into your bedroom.
Dust Devil has the wind inside his head.
Through the ritual of murder
He commands the lives of the walking dead.
Roam far, Roam Free.
There’s no one stop you.
There’s no one to harm you.
The wind inside it burns you, till you’re free.
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5. |
Bats Dance
03:30
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All week you wear your mask and costume
Hiding yourself in plain sight
When the weekend comes, you don your black clothes
And step out into the night.
All the Bats in their caves want to go dancing.
Put on your black clothes lets go dancing.
All the Bats in their caves want to go dancing,
When they stomp their boots the music’s entrancing.
Make up your face pale as the moon
Paint your lips red and black
When they dj spins just right
Cast off your mortal life
All the Bats in their caves want to go dancing.
Put on your black clothes lets go dancing.
All the Bats in their caves want to go dancing,
When they stomp their boots the music’s entrancing.
Friday the 13th
All Hallows Eve
Under the full moon
In the graveyards
Living in Victorian grandeur
You find us in your cities, in your homes, in your minds
The dark macabre dwellers of the spooky beautiful gothic nights.
All the Bats in their caves want to go dancing.
Put on your black clothes lets go dancing.
All the Bats in their caves want to go dancing,
When they stomp their boots the music’s entrancing.
When the daylight nears they go to ground
Returning to the darkness of their caves
They dream in their place to hide
Of longer nights and bat wing tides
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6. |
Let It Go
06:10
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All your cities fall to dust ,As their time has come
You will see their steel rust, As you fall.
The wild winds blowing clear the remnants of all time
Shadow on the fields fading
Now the light abounds
Look into the past, You’d never know
That’s where grass grows now.
Where is this rebellious streak?
Buried underground.
Let it go, Let it go, Let it go
Let it go, Let it go, Let it go
Only at the end of the day, does the light fade out
Fleeting, Decaying, turning into stars.
When this time falls into the ground
Returning to the dust and the rain
Till everything you held so dear
Means Nothing!
Look into the past, You’d never know
That’s where grass grows now.
Where is this rebellious streak?
Buried underground.
Let it go, Let it go, Let it go
Let it go, Let it go, Let it go
OOOOOOooooo
Ooooooooooooo
They’re waiting.
They’re waiting
Ooooooooooooo
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7. |
Aurora
05:34
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Strange confession, floating in the air
Little lies and the stories that we tell
Don’t add up to the whole
Strange confessions, erode the bonds we bear
Breaking rings and ropes and all the things we use to show we care
I thought you pulled me from the edge
But I found myself, standing alone
Taking my shoes off
All this water, under the bridge between us
A flood of memories, a record of our misdeeds
Strange confessions floating in the air
Little lies and the stories that we share
Don’t add up to this life together
Can you hear the sirens call
Calling me, calling me
Can you hear their voices
As their falling like my tears
I’ll never see what you see
I’ll never be what you want
With your hand on my shoulder, you pushed me to the edge
Strange confessions, erode the bonds we bear
Breaking rings and ropes and all the things we use to show we care
I don’t know why we tell these lies
But you can’t find the truth
Buried under all the things we shared
Under all the cracks, the rust, the dirt and dust
This is not how you earn a trust, throwing our lives away
Strange confession, floating in the air
Breaking rings and ropes and all the things we use
To show we care
Why? Why? Why?
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Post Rapture Party Seattle, Washington
Post Rapture Party is the love child of post rock and psychedelic shoegaze. They tell stories of loss and love and a few ghost stories. The rain and gloom of their home city helps keep the ghosts near as they listen for the voices whispering in their ears. Noccie singing, Kane on drums, Ashe on guitar and Courtney on Bass. ... more
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