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YOU’VE GOT TO TAKE A STAND; YOUR
BROTHERS ARE BEHIND YOU GIVING
EVERYTHING THEY’VE GOT.
I BELIEVE IN YOU MORE THAN ANYONE IN
THIS WORLD.
BRING YOUR BROTHERS DOWN AND KEEP
THE DAUGHTERS AT HOME.
MAKE THEM INTO MEN OF THE MASSES.
OUT OF SIGHT AND OUT OF MIND, THE
WISHES OF YOUR WIVES ARE
MISLEADING - WAKE UP LOVER, WAKE UP.
WAKE UP.
THE BRIGHTEST LIGHT LIVES AT THE END OF
THE PASSAGE.
YOU HAVE TO BREAK THROUGH CONCRETE
AND STONE ONLY TO HAVE THE SUN BURN
YOUR VERY SIGHT.
THERE’S NO SILVER LINING.
THIS CAN’T BE UNDONE.
PUT DOWN THE BOTTLE.
PUT DOWN THE GUN.
THERE IS LIGHT AT THE END OF
THE PASSAGE.
YOU HAVE TO BREAK THROUGH CONCRETE
AND STONE ONLY TO HAVE THE SUN BURN
YOUR VERY SIGHT.
YOU ARE JUST A KID;
YOU’RE JUST IN LOVE WITH LOVE.
YOU’LL GROW UP BUT YOU’LL GIVE IN.
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Castaway
03:30
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INSTANCES OF MONOCHROME;
THE SADNESS HITS THE EYES.
ROLLING DOWN YOUR CHEEK IS THE PROUD
BLOOD OF YOUR BROTHERS.
I WON’T FORGET WHAT YOU
PUT ME THROUGH.
DECEIVING AND DENYING - NOT KNOWING
WHO’S WORSE: ARCHITECT OF
MY SURROUNDINGS.
DAYS HAVE PASSED
AND THE MEMORIES HAVE BEEN LOST
ALONG THE WAY.
I’M TIRED OF YOUR EXCUSES
I’M TIRED OF YOUR MISTAKES
IRREPRESSIBLE ANGER.
I’M AFRAID I WON’T BE ABLE TO
CONTROL MYSELF.
TIRED OF YOUR EXCUSES
TIRED OF YOUR MISTAKES
YOU WALK FROM PLACE TO PLACE
BECAUSE IF YOU STAY TOO LONG
YOU’LL BREAK THE BONDS; YOU’LL BREAK
THE BONDS.
I FEEL AWAKE BUT I CAN’T FEEL AT ALL
BECAUSE MY HANDS ARE BRUISED AND
BROKEN.
I’M PULLING NAILS FOR GOD’S SAKE.
I DON’T WANT TO SEE YOUR FUCKING FACE
AGAIN, DON’T WANT TO SEE YOUR FUCKING
FACE AGAIN.
YOU’VE BECOME THE WICKEDEST MAN IN
THE WORLD.
GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY FACE.
THE GALES WHISPER YOUR NAME LIKE NO
ONE ELSE WILL.
CONFINED TO THE DUST AND CORNERS.
YOU’VE BECOME THE BEAST I WANT TO
ERADICATE.
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Timekeeper
03:27
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I AM ONLY ONE; I CAN ONLY DO SO MUCH
BEFORE I BREAK THE HANDS OF A CLOCK.
TAKING TIME AWAY FROM ME.
THE TIMEKEEPER AWAITS US
ALL AT THE END.
NO FUCKING SYMPATHY.
YOU BETTER BACK OFF AND BACK DOWN,
YOU’RE OUT OF FOCUS.
AN ENTITY OF THE MAKER; HE LOCKS THE
DOOR ON CHANGE.
THE HANDS OF A CLOCK TAKE TIME
WITHOUT QUESTION.
FOR FAR TOO LONG WE’VE BEEN LOST IN
THIS VOID.
THEY’RE MAKING CLOUDS OUT OF
FLOATING SILK AND DREAMS THEY WISH
THEY COULD BE IN.
WITH NO DIRECTION TO GO, NO HOPES AND
THEY’RE TURNING TO ROPES.
KILLING TIME: KILLING TIME AND CUTTING
LIFE SHORT. THE TIMEKEEPER, HE WAITS.
FOR FAR TOO LONG WE’VE BEEN LOST IN
THIS VOID.
BREATHE IN AND BREATHE OUT, ARE YOU
REALLY HERE?
ARE YOU REALLY FUCKING HERE?
THEY’RE MAKING CLOUDS OUT OF
FLOATING SILK AND DREAMS THEY WISH
THEY COULD BE IN.
WITH NO DIRECTION TO GO, NO HOPES AND
THEY’RE TURNING TO ROPES.
AS YOUR FATHER TURNS TO YOU HE SAYS
‘THIS IS SOMETHING BIGGER THAN YOU.’
RUNNING THROUGH YOUR MIND YOU THINK
‘THIS IS SOMETHING BIGGER THAN ME.’
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Quivering Patterns
03:45
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THE ANGEL’S PLAY THEIR SONGS BUT I’LL
MUTE THE HEAVENS ‘CAUSE
THE DEVIL HAS US IN HIS PALM AND WE’VE
GOT THE CHOICE TO LIVE OR LET LIVE.
YOU’LL STARE IN TO THE ABYSS AND
REMINISCE OF BETTER DAYS GONE BY.
YOU’VE GOT QUIVERING PATTERNS AND
CAN’T DECIDE; QUIVERING FROM THE
STRENGTH OF THOSE EMOTIONS YOU HELD
INSIDE (FOR SO LONG)
I’VE BEEN TOLD THAT I’LL NEVER AMOUNT
TO ANYTHING. I’VE HEARD THAT LOVE HAS
LET YOU GO.
I’VE GOT A FEELING IN MY BONES THAT THE
DEVIL IS PLAYING FOR KEEPS. I KNOW YOU
FEEL ALONE, I KNOW YOU FEEL UNLOVED.
WELL I FUCKING FEEL IT TOO.
I’LL NEVER LET YOU GO.
THIS SICKNESS TAKES IT TOLL.
YOU’LL STARE IN TO THE ABYSS AND
REMINISCE OF BETTER DAYS GONE BY.
YOU’VE GOT THE QUIVERING PATTERNS
AND CAN’T DECIDE; QUIVERING FROM THE
STRENGTH OF THOSE EMOTIONS.
THEY TURN THE WORLD ROUND WITH THEIR
HANDS AND DROWN THEIR FINGERS
IN THE SEA.
THEY FORGET ABOUT
THE HOURGLASS SANDS.
THEY FORGET ABOUT YOU AND ME.
I KNOW THAT TIME STILL LIES; I KNOW THAT
YOUR MIND STILL ACHES.
I HOPE ONE DAY I CAN SEE THROUGH YOUR
EYES THEN I’LL KNOW THAT WE
ALL MAKE MISTAKES.
I KNOW YOU FEEL ALONE. I KNOW YOU FEEL
UNLOVED. WELL I FUCKING FEEL IT TOO.
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Wolves skin
03:29
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THE WOLF DIES IN ITS OWN SKIN,
LEFT BEHIND.
RIPPING OUT ITS’ EYES TO HIDE
FROM ITSELF.
DISGUSTED, UNABLE TO FIND ITS PLACE.
AN OUTCAST: A FUCKING OUTCAST.
HOWLING AT THE MOON, TRYING TO FIND
ANSWERS IN THE NIGHT BUT NO ONE CARES.
DESPERATION IS AT ITS BEST, THEY’RE JUST
CONSUMING, CONSUMING.
DON’T LET YOURSELF BE OVERCOME BY THE
VERY FEAR YOU SWORE TO ERASE - BY THE
VERY FEAR.
THROWN TO THE GROUND ON BROKEN
KNEES. CRAWLING AT THE FEET OF A
NARCISSISTIC MAN ONLY TO HAVE HIM
MARCH ON ITS JAW.
AN OUTCAST: A FUCKING OUTCAST.
TRYING TO FIGHT IT’S WAY TO THE TOP OF
THE PRIDE AGAIN BUT THE GATES WON’T
OPEN TO HEAVEN - BACK TO HELL WITH
YOU, BACK TO HELL
THESE STREETS ARE FILLED WITH THE
HOPES AND DREAMS OF THE LOST AND THE
INNOCENT.
IT’S NOT YOUR FAULT SON; IT’S THE
NARCISSISTIC FUCKING MAN.
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Cold Thoughts (Revival)
04:54
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HEARTLESS.
SHADOWS MAKE FOR LONELY COMPANY.
I’M HIDING CAUSE THE WORLD
REJECTED ME.
I LET THE WATER FILL MY LUNGS WITH THE
COLD THOUGHTS FROM YESTERDAY.
I’M NOT OKAY.
LIVING WITH THE SHAME AND REGRET.
I CAN’T GO BACK HOME.
WHAT THE FUCK WAS I THINKING?
BACK WHEN I BIT THE WRONG SO THEY PUT
DOWN THE RIGHT.
I REMEMBER WHEN I COULDN’T GO BACK
HOME SO I TOOK TO THE STREETS.
I’M GETTING SICK OF THIS SHIT.
LIVING WITH THE SHAME AND REGRET.
I CAN’T GO BACK HOME.
WHAT THE FUCK WAS I THINKING?
I’VE GOT TO TURN MY LIFE AROUND.
I’VE GOT WAVES CRASHING DOWN ON ME,
AND THE SEA BREEZE AGAINST MY CHEST.
I’VE GOT THE SUN BURNING IN MY EYES
AND THE EARTH WON’T GIVE ME
SOMEWHERE TO REST.
THIS LIFE ISN’T HERE FOR ME BUT I WON’T
LET IT DRIFT BY. I’M HERE FOR THIS LIFE
AND I DON’T HAVE TIME TO DIE.
THIS LIFE ISN’T HERE FOR ME BUT I WON’T
LET IT DRIFT BY.
I’M HERE FOR THIS LIFE AND I DON’T HAVE
TIME TO DIE.
I DON’T HAVE TIME TO DIE.
IN THE CITY OF GOLD, THE WATER CHANGED
COLOURS AND THE RED SEAS WERE BORN.
THE WAVES CRASHED DOWN AND FLOODED
ME WITH MISERY.
THE WINDS BREATHED ON MY NECK AND
MELTED GOLD DRIPPED DOWN MY
FUCKING SPINE. THERE’S GOT TO BE
MORE TO THIS.
I’VE GOT WAVES CRASHING DOWN ON ME,
AND THE SEA BREEZE AGAINST MY CHEST.
I’VE GOT THE SUN BURNING IN MY EYES
AND THE EARTH WON’T GIVE ME
SOMEWHERE TO REST.
I DON’T HAVE TIME TO DIE.
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Wanderer Brisbane, Australia
Wanderer are a five piece band hailing from Brisbane, Australia. The band began as a small scale project in early 2011 that flourished into the next year with new songs and perspectives to shape their music making. The first two songs that the band recorded highlighted their hardcore roots, with more progressive and metal influences making their way into the music by the middle of 2012. ... more
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