ARCHITECTS lyrics - Daybreaker

Cracks In The Earth

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In the bigger picture I've been painted out Cracks in the earth blacken the sea No canvas is reserved for me Look up close and try to see In every stroke lies past alone Too close to home Cutting too close to bone The ink has dried and words reveal Too close to home Cutting too close to the bone It's too easy to admit defeat You aren't a child fighting in a war Son please don't tell me that this is bored Tear your things out from the earth Long departed we're so short sighted Too close to home Cutting too close to bone The ink has dried and words reveal Too close to home Cutting too close to the bone It's too easy to admit defeat Too close to home Cutting too close to bone The ink has dried and words reveal Too close to home Cutting too close to the bone It's too easy to admit defeat

Ache With Me

AGAINST ME! "White Crosses"
I've walked down high streets looking through windows. I've been lost in crowds of strangers. Searched record shops and cosmetic aisles, phone books, want ads, bus stops and libraries. Newspaper headlines, mannequin faces, television stations, billboard advertisements. Your voice echoes in the back of my mind. I see your face when I close my eyes. Do you share the same sense of defeat? Have you realized all the things you'll never be? Ideals turn to resentment, open minds close up with cynicism. I've got no judgement for you. Come on and ache with me. Through bar rooms, cafés, jail cells and court rooms. Theaters, restaurants, graveyards and churches. I've spent every dollar that I've ever earned. I'll bleed my heart out, I'll give every word. I've asked preachers, doctors and lawyers, socialites, pariahs, mothers and fathers. You may not find all that you're after, in the end I hope it doesn't matter. Do you share the same sense of defeat? Have you realized all the things you'll never be? Ideals turn to resentment, open minds close up with cynicism. I've got no judgement for you. Come on and ache with me. Do you share the same sense of defeat? Have you realized all the things you'll never be? I've got no judgement for you. Come on and ache with me.

Great Romances Of The 20th Century

TAKING BACK SUNDAY "Tell All Your Friends"
September never stays this cold where I come from And you know I'm not one for complaining, But I love the way you'd roll excuses off the tip of your tongue as I slowly fall apart (slowly, quietly, slowly) fall apart This won't mean a thing come tomorrow and that's exactly how I'll make it seem Cause I'm still not sleeping, thinking I've crawled home from worse than this So please, please (please) I'm running out of sympathy (I'm running out of sympathy!) and I never said I'd take this I never said I'd take this lying down She says 'come on, come on, let's just get this over with' She says 'come on, come on, let's just get this over with' (I never said I'd take this lying down, let's just get this over with, and I've crawled home from worse than this) She says 'come on, come on, let's just get this over with' She says 'come on, come on..' You always come close but this never comes easy, I still know everything You always come close but this never comes easy, I still know everything You always come close but this never comes easy, I still know everything You always come so close... I still know everything, I still know everything, I still know... You always come close but this never comes easy You always come close but this never comes easy You always come... you come in close I never said I'd take this lying down I never said I'd take this lying down I never said I'd take this lying down but I've crawled home from worse than this If it's not keeping you up nights then what's the point then what's the point then what's the point then what's the point I'm in your room now is this turning you on am I turning you on I'm in your room are you turned on I'm on the corner of your bed, I'm practically naked, are you turned on, are you turned on

The Substance

AESOP ROCK "Music For Earthworms"
Four rooms, a ceiling and a floor but there's more: (close to insanity) A desk with a subtle light, a window, and a door; (close to insanity) One bottle of the bluest inks your iris ever saw; (close to insanity) One child prodigy with a vision in his core. (close to insanity) (yeah, yo) I'm frost bitten, slippin' away in titanic burden nurses Where the anti-hero clergy purge their value burning service And warped was I, huddled beneath the influence of fresh, Meshed with impressions that appear to shrink before my very breath. (Breath) These tides of woe and malice and mirth initiate a wave crash, Splashing my offspring graves prior to birth, it's looking bleak. Malarky farce sergeant crooked and sleek emerald eyes glow; I'm shook in a freak side show! OK, I strobe effects projective when I blink So I design this chorus line. When linked we let our eyelids fall and pilots stall. With what I sing, I'll open lash light and dark clash to dim the wattage, Then see the wide-eyed dry grays, and supplied fiery Colossus. Well, I am a hostage. Guiding, yet, pushed beneath the crazes' climate. Hiding behind the levy while the stubborn rivers rise and feel this. I wish heavenly brevity centered hate pedigrees instead of dead serenity. God damn. Must have remembered me. It clinched me, it wrenched me, tempted me to employ it, Apprehended me, and rendered me suspended in its voyage. How these tables have turned! Hand to the bottle with the skull and crossbones scribbled off the label, Sip the ladle. Drank the burn. Begging for dead! Concerns off with a zephyr tread and leg in a web, Caught triple-six couriers; beckon, they fled. OK, OK, I get it... Let 'em shake a little, then release 'em, Like, as if ghostly hysterics would leech on band aid completion. Odium, patience ran his anti-death commando Just a litigant stretchin' to touch tranquil, but couldn't quite catch the angle. I'm trained as cornerstone famine trooper So my tray within a heart of hearts still belly up and parched, come on... (yeah, yeah, check it) I'm a sideline observer alerted not yet retreating. (close to insanity) The climate stubbornly hovered slightly above freezing. (close to insanity) Now everybody in the populace awaited my reply: (close to insanity) I spit a billion tiny brilliant white lights into the sky (close to insanity) Undeniably amused by the way the fuse burn, By the way the clues churn in front of my eyes... To fertilize germination of concern for me, for we, For he who's sucked into the trench, fully dug. I don't wanna pull the plug... Hug on my canteen like in a dream, Centipede leader speedin' through a meaty greed league, I can tell by the way the needs bleed from a seed, If the breed should have ever been bred. 'Nuff said... Whether compared to caterpillar and cocoon, To emerge, or a spark's soon to bloom to a surge, All I need is the nourishment, the courage and the burn To ascend from a number, to brave Blade Runner. Hunter, cleric, swordsman, king... More like I'm walking with a broken mood ring. Mood swingin' from the mezzanine level, Here to bevel the edge. My team's settled on the ledge to pledge. It's like that. In the summer it rains buckets of hunger pains. In the winter it's the same, with an added climate change. The remaining two quadrants balance the polar values equally for midrange, Yet the songs of thirst remain the same. You could turn the whole cold reservoir to liquor, Hell, split the ocean on its seams if it boosts your esteem. I never lend span of attention lest my brethren signal fresh, So do your magic, miracle worker, or I'll remain unimpressed. For the flux, the fix, the famine, For the fact that little Billy up the block obtained a lovely hand cannon, I'd examined auto-pilot (right) when filibuster won... (yeah) Concluded the few we're tuned with were now targets of his movement... (oh shit) It's intriguing. Yet, I guess, I knew somewhere, something was leaking. Now I honor instinct, delinquent. Bring settler runaways, frayed boogie bastard clicks To bypass glass stature, walking graff characters... Militant dance split the sun and sip the filament... Tracer. Vivisection is to lab rat primes; They try to grace these sacred lips with his maze or a dirty wine. He knew. He brewed the substance just to mock the lesser budgets, Then sought off all trickery, bought off the public, and screamed victory! Tunnel through the mite infested grillage and the rig As fast as Aesop and his ten little fatigued fingers could dig, trigger revenge, tip the goblet in the dirt, review my words, spit in the puddle. Peace to fame, struggle the fuck out, and duck out. (yeah, check, huh, uh) Now, all hail defenders of the trash talk. (close to insanity) I was hidden, yet I slid in just to rip the mask off. (close to insanity) I'm seventy-six inches of all the purest sounds (close to insanity) So y'all could dig me six feet deep my eyes would still be over ground! (close to insanity) (It's like that)

Close To You

JOHN BUTLER TRIO "April Uprising"
I got to get away man, got to clear my mind...mind...mind out og this god-forsaken 9-5 waste of my time. I'm gonna tell the boss man I'm never coming back...back...back I'm just a one way crazy locomotive jumpin off of my tracks. 'cause I'm jacked up, sucked up, cut down, thrown around, discarded like a cigarette butt I'm just a no good excuse for a man. Yes you know i got to pick myself up out of this rut, but I want to be close to you, I want to be close to you, you. I want to be close to you, I want to be close to you. I don't know why we've never been told that the life we're living it is made from gold Work our whole damn lives just to try to make "IT", IT's sold So boy don't worry don't worry don't worry I got to get away man this moment it wont last...last...last I got a chained up brumby in my head and it's kicking my ass I'm roaming like a dog yeah looking for my bone...bone...bone I got to hijack my body just to make it my own...my own...my own...my own because im jacked up, sucked up, cut down, thrown around, discarded like a cigarette butt I'm just a no good excuse for a man yes you know I've got to pick myself up out of this rut. But I want to be close to you, I want to be close to you,you. I want to be close to you, I want to be close to you, you. I don't know why we've never been told that the life we're living it is made from gold Work our whole damn lives just to try to make "IT", IT's sold So boy don't worry, don't worry, don't worry now Don't worry.

Christmas Together

JAMIE GRACE "Christmas Together"
Close together, so close together Close together, Christmas together My 33’s on my Panasonic Like a cotton candy maker spinnin’ with harmonics And my mama’s singin’ to it My daddy’s dancing to it My sister and her suitor they’re smiling bout the future And I’m sittin’ thinking this is so nice Wouldn’t it be so great if it was always Christmas time The lights, the trees And the way they work together in perfect harmony The friends, the fam Gatherin’ the neighbors singin’ winter wonderland And unless you got twenty people Stuck on an elevator I can’t imagine a time when we’re all this close Close together, so close together Close together, Christmas together As I’m looking up at heaven I pray for snowy weather So I can have a reason to wear an ugly sweater And my friends must be thinking that I’ve lost my mind, my mind But I just love all the beauty around Christmas time The lights, the trees And the way they work together in perfect harmony The friends, the fam Gatherin’ the neighbors singin’ winter wonderland And unless you got twenty people Stuck on the elevator I can’t imagine a time when we’re all this close So lovely this time of year Mucho amor in the air And unless you got animals and people Crowded around the manger I can’t imagine a time when we’re all this close yeah Close together, so close together Close together, Christmas together Close together, so close together Close together, Christmas together The lights, the trees And the way they work together in perfect harmony The friends, the fam Gatherin’ the neighbors singin’ winter wonderland And unless you got twenty people Stuck on the elevator I can’t imagine a time when we’re all this close Close together, so close together (Like a band-aid, like some duct-tape, when we’re all this close) Close together, Christmas together

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