I can taste the rain,
I can feel the dark,
I can see your face,
In this pouring,
Stark infested wasteland.
All I see,
Is a mask of God, glaring down at me.
At least you can fly away,
Leave me here to stay.
And I will follow one day,
I just hope you will stay the same.
I believe in chaos,
I believe in havoc,
I believe in order,
I believe in static laws,
That pass down.
Generations fall,
Society drowns.
I hate the people,
I hate the sword,
I hate the legend,
I hate this world,
That I've created,
Yet still I breathe,
Air impure, diluted,
And cannot leave.
At least you can fly away,
Leave me here to stay.
And I will follow one day,
I just hope you will stay the same.
The people, the sword,
The legend, the world,
The anger, the hate,
And life, it's fate,
The swollen, the bruised,
The famous, the used,
The darkness, the rain,
The pain's the same.
Those celebrities with all their scenes,
Cameras flashing on the streets,
Society's got them in their grip,
And if they fall we make a fit.
Bowing on our knees again,
Can't take no more,
I won't pretend,
To be their lacky everyday,
I hope those stars will get their day.
A curated compilation of the best music from the hit podcast Crimetown, featuring original Music from Edwin, Bienart, and Jon Ivans. Bandcamp New & Notable Jul 27, 2017
As you might guess from the title, this is strange and eerie synth music meant to conjure a mystical film where all is not what it seems. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 14, 2023