1. |
Dreameater
02:52
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And I've been running
running so far away
Away from my mistakes
and complications they breed
Deceptively
I hide the cracks in me
but they’re starting to bleed
into reality
I'm gathering dust here and I cant seem to shake it
The room is spinning now, and I'm feeling rather jaded
I'll tip this glass and have another shot bartender
and drink this up, for the dreams I still remember
And complications
they plague my every day
Lost in thoughts of grandeur and misplaced scrutiny
and I'm having a hard time
Figuring out what's right for me
Lost on this scattered path
now, for eternity
But I'll make it
fuck time running out
I won’t back down
I'm gathering dust here and I cant seem to shake it
The room is spinning now, and I'm feeling rather jaded
I'll tip this glass and have another shot bartender
and drink this down, to the dreams I still remember
I drink it down, black me out
pick myself off the ground
I drink this down, black me out
pick myself off the ground
I put my heart on the line,
but never put in the time.
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2. |
I Owe Me
04:15
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I’m hanging on to these dreams and inspirational tales, of men and women who fought to make themselves
Stronger than what they are, stronger than how they're born, a group I’ll join after my sojourn
Hanging out at this bar, whiskey coating my throat, scribbling down promissory notes
Tomorrow I’ll make a start, work till my dying day, to make my name worthy of praise
Cause I’m so tired of waiting
and I’ve been planning for so long
If anyones still watching
I’m sure their hope for me is long gone
And I can feel these hours pass, from a life that fades away too fast
Despite the accomplishments that I’ve made, I’m still dwelling on my fucked up past
And all my friends and comforts keep me safe from feeling failure
so bitching or drinking, I just keep pushing myself on
I hate the way that I wake, always two hours too late, why even get out of bed, my days a waste
And that the sweet thing by my side, she helps my tension subside, but even building our lives I won’t get right
Cause I refuse to commit, like I refuse to attempt, why put my heart on the line if I’m content
But still I think of “someday,” while singing start today, cause breaking my promise is my best trait
And I’m so tired of waiting
and I’ve been planning for so long
If anyones still watching
I’m sure their hope for me is long gone
And I can feel these hours pass, from a life that fades away too fast
Despite the accomplishments that I’ve made, I’m still dwelling on my fucked up past
And all my friends and comforts keep me safe from feeling failure,
so bitching or drinking I just keep pulling myself on.
This was never my plan for me, I swore more than complacency
Unmoving, unwavering, well founded and so strong
I’ve gotten, I’m lost and
I’ve gotten comfortable
Unmoving, unwavering, well founded and so strong
I’ve gotten, I’m lost and
I’m fucking miserable
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3. |
Forward Sinking
04:51
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Time and time and time again,
I change my sights.
Day by day,
Minutes into hours into days. (But never again)
I’m losing perspective slipping away,
out dated purpose and a perfect plan,
carelessly placed into my fucking lap,
and I’m still struggling with the weight of that.
But I can’t lose hope,
she’s all I've got.
Can I go home?
Or is it lost just like my past.
Is it even there?
Waiting for me?
Waiting for that boy,
the boy I used to be?
Where nothing mattered, no one gave a fuck,
Who dragged my name so deep in the mud.
6 year's later and I'm still stuck
I pull, I pull, but I'm still...
Could it be,
this is all my fault?
It doesn't matter when I did,
cause the message still lost.
Well I'll try to make it right,
I'll get through, and I'll get by.
Just give me some more time,
to figure out how to live my life.
And you'll see, I'll make you believe.
And me, I know I'll succeed.
Nothing's lost, forever,
everything returns from the sea.
Countdown the days.
Minutes into hours into days.
I'm losing perspective,
with no objective and I don’t know if,
things are gonna be the same.
For the first time in forever there's
no one else left to blame,
For the first time in forever.
I can't lose hope.
She's all I've got.
Can I go home?
Well I'll try to make it right,
I'll get through, and I'll get by.
Just give me some more time,
to figure out how to live my life.
And you'll see, I'll make you believe.
And me, I know I'll succeed.
Nothing's lost, forever,
everything returns from the sea.
(Nothings lost)
(Nothings lost)
(Nothings lost)
(Forever)
(Nothings lost)
(Nothings lost)
(Nothings lost)
(Forever)
If all I got is hope,
what a fucking joke.
Just one last thing to
take from me.
All I can do is try.
And even if I drown.
I’d rather die,
under familiar Skies
Lost in the places I have gone.
I'm not the man that I once was.
View never changes much from here,
it goes on and on and on and on.
The sun never set on broken eyes,
just shines as something in you dies.
There must be more to life than this,
it goes on and on and on.
From the Sea.
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4. |
Second Son
03:55
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Give me a call that I’ll never return
(It's just the way I let go, I hope the way that I cope)
Straight faced and calm, we let 15 years go
(It's just the way I let go, I hope the way that I cope)
And I’m sure you’d be proud of the man I’ve become, but I don’t think that meeting will come
And I thought that we’d still be family, before i knew you'd you hurt those closest to me
Now I can see you bleeding out; you let the love right from your house
And I can feel you trembling now, this time there's no way, no way out
And I could hate you for destroying this home, but I wish you well with your second son
And now you're gone but I carry on and I wish you well with your second son
And all your lessons that I held
You never stuck to them well, you never stuck to them well
Like all your promises for future help
You never stuck to them well, you never stuck to them well
18 years old trying to be a man, but you gave me more weight. No helping hand
Proud when you made me man of this house, before I knew you’d kicked us out
Now I can see you bleeding out, you let the love right from your house
And I can feel you trembling now, this time there's no way, no way out
And I could hate you for destroying this home, but I wish you well with your second son
And now you're gone but I carry on and I wish you well with your second son
I guess we both always knew, it wasn’t enough for you
You had a digging pain, if it ain’t blood, it ain’t true
Then we let it all die, to fulfill your ancient drive
I'm not the one that you bred, but you bred this man in my head
And I can't let you forget
That I could hate you for destroying this home, but I wish you well with your second son
And now you're gone but I carry on and I wish you well with your second son
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5. |
Title Cards
03:41
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Title cards are spelling out the picture, star actors lost without a future.
Desperate for any motivation but give in to toxic inclinations.
Same faces repeating the paces, tripped up in endless situations.
And I'm trying to break this cycle, but I can’t figure out where I can go.
And nothing ever goes away, If you can't get past it.
This life reads like endless title cards, introducing one another to the would be stars.
But we all can't make the cut, some find their roles not to be enough.
Guest stars always come and go, lost loves in recurring roles.
Only few stick around for the final act, leaving me alone to pick up the slack.
Sit back and reminisce,
You’re one man show, and when they split
Best friends turn to extras that don't interact,
everyone seems so comfortable with that fact.
Waste your life trying to fit these fucking roles, rubbed you raw cause the skin wasn't your own.
The only lines that work come from the heart, toss away the script and write your own fucking parts.
And nothing ever goes away, If you can't get past it.
This life reads like endless title cards, introducing one another to the would be stars.
But we all can't make the cut, some find their roles not to be enough.
Guest stars always come and go, lost loves in recurring roles.
Only few stick around for the final acts, leaving me alone to pick up the slack.
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6. |
Falling With Style
05:16
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Spinning & spinning in the right direction
I’ve been, falling apart right from the start.
And I hope, some part of me can make a connection,
and find a way to hit the mark.
Like a drunk stumbling through the night, I
find my bed with little recollection.
Just stumbling feet and flashing lights, tell of
how I found my destination.
Now I could say it's all been planned, and
I’ve been following well my path,
to calm the glare of judging eyes,
that look down on my life’s constant indiscretions.
But I refuse to play the role,
of a calm responsible soul,
I thirst and lust right through the night, with
no regrets when I’m found by daylight.
Just,
Spinning & spinning in the right direction,
I’ve been falling apart right from the start.
I hope, some part of me can make a connection and
find a way to hit the mark.
Cause there’s a hunger deep in my bones that,
keeps me pushing on and on.
Despite the drinks that put my progress at risk,
despite the girls that steal the fucking drive from my chest.
But no, I’ll make it home alone, and I’ll make it on my own.
I’m pushing on and on.
Spinning & spinning in the right direction,
I’ve been, falling apart right from the start.
I hope, some part of me can make a connection,
and find a way to hit the mark.
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7. |
Stairset
03:39
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How can you listen to these words we preach?
False conviction in the songs we sing,
better tomorrows and the changes that we seek
these pleasant lies, so easy to believe.
How i wish that i was more like you,
Naïve views with a heart that’s true,
but I’m best suited for the floor
are these words nothing more?
The songs we sing are self inflicted melodies
I’ve got no reason and no rhyme
and theses words are a jumbled mess
I keep on falling out of time
I'm at my worst when I'm at my best
It's like a work of art where nothing makes sense,
caught in an Escher, falling down his stair set.
Get to the bottom, to find myself at the top
the same old circle, but we can't make it stop.
Writing these self inflicted melodies
I got no reason and no rhyme
and the words are a jumbled mess
I keep on falling out of time
I'm at my worst when I'm at my best
I write sweet words for a bitter world it's like poetry, my poetry
and I hope that one day I can be.
I write sweet words for a bitter world it's like poetry, false poetry
and I hope that one day I believe.
And stop,
self inflicting melodies.
I got no reason and no rhyme,
and the words are a jumbled mess.
I keep on falling out of time,
I'm at my worst when I'm at my best.
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8. |
Son Of A Salesman
03:47
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We define ourselves (define ourselves)
and align ourselves, (align ourselves)
with these flags and monuments
symbols of our best intent
But with age we see (and we pull away)
your hypocrisy, (and we pull away)
perpetrate the acts you chided
for your gains you justified them
We can say that we’re not like you, that's a lie
We could give into temptation silent, but we try
To voice ourselves - and our fucking hearts
and every principle you taught to us
You bend them, won’t break them - but that's a trick that I can’t do
You bend them, won’t break them - a fucking skill that I refuse
You bend them, won’t break them - I see the cracks consuming you
You bend them, won’t break them - till you can’t stop the abuse
Counter culture claimed, (we pull away)
We pray ourselves estranged, (we pull away)
but we just purified your values
swore a piety unlike you
And with age we see, (Something we refused)
injustices run deep. (in both me and you)
Perpetrate the acts we chided
for our gain we justified them
we could say that we’re not like you, that's a lie
And we could give into temptation silent, oh but we try
To voice ourselves - and our fucking hearts
and every principle you taught to us
You bend them, you break them - but that's a trick that I refuse
You bend them, you break them - yea we’ll hold firm and we hold true
You bend them, you break them - or then we’ll and up just like you
You bend them, you break them - till we can’t stop the abuse
You bend them, you break them - but that's a trick that I refuse
You bend them, you break them - yea we’ll hold firm and we hold true
You bend them, you break them - won't see the cracks consume us too
You bend them, you break them - you bend them and you break yourself
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9. |
Reflections
03:27
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I can't get the thought out of my fucking head.
Always thinking of what I should have said.
I should of made a break, I should of went for it,
but I stuck around and took the same old shit.
I know nothing's changed,
yet I stick around for the chance,
To rekindle love lost and find a little romance.
What's the point, this is going nowhere.
When you grow up, will I still be here?
I took a break for minute, just a second, need a little bit of space to recharge my batteries.
All it took was simple fleeting feeling to destruct this constant moment and replace these memories.
Can't believe that I didn't see it coming, didn’t trust the reassurance that it wasn't really anything.
I was a fool to accept the situation, give up my motivations and take the sadness that you bring.
And I don’t think that I could care less,
When you call me up wasted trying to blow of stress.
Didn’t I give enough, without you bothering me?
Give me a goddamn minute of silence, so I can laugh hysterically.
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10. |
Very Dreadfully Nervous
03:57
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I don’t need late honesty
Just make one promise to me
Tell your lies, but then commit, dismember truth, dig in your heart and bury it
I refuse to be your confessional
Cleanse you of guilt when you’re vulnerable
Feed your urges, don’t come to me, when your indiscretions won’t let you sleep.
Cause I got my own bones thumping my floor, weighing me down and I don’t need anymore.
Claim innocence, clear your chest of the sins you insist are no fault of your own.
Leave memories untainted
Its you that desecrated
Every moment that we spent, and I don’t need that doubt in my head
I know we’re all fuckin’ weak
I got a track list that’s hard to beat
Know your sins so tend to them
Don’t put that weight upon your friends
Cause I got my own bones thumping my floor, weighing me down and I don’t need anymore
Claim innocence, clear your chest of the sins you insist are no fault of your own
(Claim innocence but it’s not yours to own)
Cause I got my own bones thumping my floor, weighing me down and I don’t need anymore
Claim innocence, clear your chest of the sins you insist are no fault of your own
Claim innocence, but it’s not yours to own
Claim innocence but it’s something that we earn
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Rayner Las Vegas, Nevada
Rayner is a 4 piece rock band from Las Vegas, Nevada. Formed in 2014, the band quickly got to work writing songs with lyrics influenced by the tragedies of the world around them, life’s defeats, and celebrating their failures, all while juxtaposed with a pop-punk musical backing. The band prides itself on having as much fun as possible and treating every show like it’s a party among friends. ... more
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