#1
its been awhile since i've done anything with a forum on this site.
Well recently I've been writing nothing but music but then one day I decided to write some lyrics for old times sake. There are bits and pieces that were influenced by my good friend and the hardships he was facing on the day this was written...this one is for you
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Broken Clocks

We stare at broken clocks, like a reason to live is the reason to die
Lost in endless time and space subconscious motivation tends to get us by
A world covered in the gray abysmal, small-scale world we’re still looking inside
Watching our lives progress until that fateful day when we…
Lie down to sleep, body and mind as one, at peace
To forgive and to forget, to savor that final breath
Eyes are bloodshot from the sound
Of white noise seeping through the ground
The blind man speaks of what he can see
Eternal insight, of what we’ll never be
Ask yourself will you ever be whole again?
Will you pick yourself up, and help a friend?
Will you ever be whole again?
Will you ever?…

We stare at broken clocks, hands still won’t move to the sound of a life lost in endless tragedy
And yet we strive on
We travel on a desolate road, no clue of where it’ll go or if it will end
Sights set on the abyss

A rotation of expectations set to the beat of an incomplete heart
Keep us awake at night with the promises of a new start
Stare at the windowpane your reflection the only one watching your back
But be careful of the trust you put forth for your reflection will surely attack
The only thing you feel is a lie; in fact it’s nothing
All your being is numb, when the pain would be something
The anguish you crave, the hurt you push away
It’s a cycle of brutal misery, if only you could feel with me
The pain inside, kiss happiness goodbye, emotions will fall to a stand still
Contemporary art of death, blue blood and a final breath, the hands are broken because of this sickness
Ask yourself will you ever be whole again?
Will you pick yourself up, and help a friend?
Will you ever be whole again?
Will you ever?...

We stare at broken clocks, hands still won’t move to the sound of a life lost in endless tragedy
And yet we strive on
We travel on a desolate road, no clue of where it’ll go or if it will end
Sights set on the abyss
We stare at broken clocks, hands still won’t move to the sound of a life lost in endless tragedy
And yet we strive on
We travel on a desolate road, no clue of where it’ll go or if it will end
Sights set on the abyss
An abysmal world not soon to be missed.


...C4C
When in doubt, sweep it out
#2
Very nice!
Reminds me of suicide season by bring me the horizon
I don't know who you are, but I'm with you
#3
this is pretty much ripped off from BMTH's Suicide Season. definitely something that needs to be fixed.
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#4
yeah, no. Its all original, but as I tend to listen to music to come up with ideas, It might have been BMTH that was playing at the time that inspired it. I'll listen to the song again and see where its the same
When in doubt, sweep it out
#5
ya the line "we stare at broken clocks" got me writing this. After that I shut off the song and wrote this (with only that one line in mind). The basis for the song wasn't the entire "suicide season" song nor was it supposed to be close. My friend was going through a rough patch and I wrote them a song to make it better (they were bringing me down and it was pissing me off). Either way I see the similarities and I'll try to do something to fix it. Thank you for pointing that out.

anyone want to help in substituting "broken clocks" for something else maybe?
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When in doubt, sweep it out
Last edited by Halfmastmutiny at May 8, 2009,