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Produced
by A New Ending.
Recorded at American Sound Studios in San Diego, CA December 2010.
Engineered, mixed, and mastered by Brandon Jensen December 2010 - January 2011.
All songs by Drew Smith and Derek Morris. Published ZenWhisper 2011 (ASCAP).
Layout and design by Derek Morris and Drew Smith.
Artwork by Derek Morris.
Cover photo by Sean Shehan for Bandit Art 13. |
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Can't Get Away From Myself
For all these years you try to get away, for all these years!
What you say I can’t get away,
What you say I can’t get away,
What you say I can’t get away!
I know you’re somewhere on your own,
I know it’s not a place called home,
It must be something you can’t flee,
Break this glass, and try not to bleed!
What you say I can’t get away,
What you say I can’t get away,
What you say I can’t get away!
Your inner thoughts are something I see,
The timing of your heart can’t beat,
Tearing apart from shoulder to sleeve,
Naked you came, naked you'll leave!
What you say I can’t get away,
What you say I can’t get away,
What you say I can’t get away!
For all these years you try to get away, for all these years!
For all these years you try to get away, for all these years!
What you say I can’t get away,
What you say I can’t get away,
What you say I can’t get away!
…for all these years!
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Call It A Draw
Here again; if we start stopping, it just won't pop anymore
I'm wondering if I'll be here and fine without you
Can we pretend we have more than we've ever hoped for?
If I can't win, I'll call a draw and try to save you
And I'll figure it out
Once more without you; I'll figure it out
So why offend? We'll just wake up coagulate and sore
My patience thin, but count on me to come right back for more
Find meaning; how did I get this far away from you?
The monsters win; they've done their best to try and stop you
And I'll figure it out
Once more without you; I'll figure it out
And we'll undoubtedly tend to "feel better" now
I never knew what you meant
You're so impossible
[What I need is all I know]
Here again, I never learned a thing
Lies so sweetened: my teeth are rot and your heart's breaking
Let it begin; I'd love to see how far we get from here
Just let it in; shed the guilt and feel the fear
Here again; if we start stopping, it just won't pop anymore
I'm wondering if I'll be here and fine without you
Can we pretend we have more than we've ever hoped for?
If I can't win, I'll call a draw and try to save you |
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Coffin Open For Dead Thoughts
Remembering the things you said, they hurt so much
And all the statements ripped to shreds, lives were never touched!
Alone again, we stop to compromise,
Alone again, we stop to close our eyes.
So, I won’t live out these lies that dwell inside my head,
So, I'll stop to realize this coffin’s open for dead.
This mental disease inside my head won’t let me forget about it,
So, I'll take another pill and let the med's deal with it!
Alone again, we stop to compromise,
Alone again, we stop to close our eyes.
So, I won’t live out these lies that dwell inside my head,
So, I'll stop to realize this coffin’s open for dead.
This coffin is open for dead, this coffin is open for dead, this coffin is open for dead.
Alone again, we stop to compromise,
Alone again, we stop to close our eyes.
So, I won’t live out these lies that dwell inside my head,
So, I'll stop to realize this coffin’s open for dead.
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Getting Off
On the road, the bees are taking spaces in his head
It's possible that things could turn out worse than he'd expect
Close to home, lights caught in the mirror pose a threat
Who would've known? He turns his head and lets him go
You're getting off without a warning
And you'll get caught if you keep going, you'll see
It's all good fun until the morning,
but who would stop when things are going so sweet?
Like winter, she froze
Bright white race to be the last thing to see her before
she was intercepted en route to the door
Close to home; lights approaching fast, could this be it?
Who would've known? Lack of care brought them to this [and]
You're getting off without a warning
And you'll get caught if you keep going, you'll see
It's all good fun until the morning,
but who would stop when things are going so sweet?
Pay attention to the road you're on
If you turn away, something could go wrong
Any second now you'll see her face
and authorize your own disgrace
You should have told her what she never knew
but always hoped to hear from you
The next time you hold her in your arms,
all you say is, "I'm sorry" [and]
You're getting off without a warning
And you'll get caught if you keep going, you'll see
It's all good fun until the morning,
but who would stop when things are going so sweet?
You sober up in tears, "Will someone help me?!"
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Reduce To White Noise
You said you'll call, to tell me how messed up I am,
It’s not your fault, you’re just another person who's right!
And I’m sick of everything, YOU KNOW I AM
And we do it all the time, YOU KNOW WE DO
And I’m sick of everything, YOU KNOW I AM
And we do it all the time, YOU KNOW WE DO
REDUCE TO WHITE NOISE, REDUCE TO WHITE NOISE!
I’m all alone, because I’m not a perfect student,
Sit on your throne, indulge yourself in all your excuses!
And I’m sick of everything, YOU KNOW I AM
And we do it all the time, YOU KNOW WE DO
And I’m sick of everything, YOU KNOW I AM
And we do it all the time, YOU KNOW WE DO
REDUCE TO WHITE NOISE, REDUCE TO WHITE NOISE!
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Timmy's March
They're haunting me: the countless failed attempts,
the fruitless effort to make this house a home
I know that I've been here before, defeating myself in my own war
The spoils to the victor, and scatter your ashes
I miss naivety; the bliss of ignorance
And before my very eyes is everything that I despise
And I recognize my face in the mirror, and it's never been clearer
I know now more than ever, that this life is a cancer
And right now more than ever, I'm ready and waiting to go
We're born on our own to die alone
The only peace I get is in my sleep when I can dream,
my sanctuary where reality's what I make it seem
I know now more than ever that this life is a cancer
And right now more than ever, I'm ready and waiting to go
We chase the answers all our lives to find it's all for naught
No matter what, the end is still the end despite what you've got
I know now more than ever that this life is a cancer
And right now more than ever, I'm ready and waiting...
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