1. |
Needle and a thread
05:19
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Comfort is a candle when you're mourning the dead.
A California crucifixion. And a bullet to the head.
Does it control you? The Nich inside your head
When you beg for poison, until you're fucking fed
A catalyst is a hand. So be sober for a while and bite it off instead.
What do sew with? Needle and a thread
What do you sew with?
Is it the drugs, You're first meal of the day?
Is it you're love, your first fuck of the week?
Is it the alcohol that helps you to sleep?
Another 48 hours and your weak.
What do you sew with? Needle and a thread
Guidance is no more. It's been battered and beat
You grind your teeth and spit out the flavor of the month
Once you were beautiful, now you're ugly
And when you follow the yellow brick road
You will find deceit.
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2. |
Only human
06:02
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Man Overboard. This ship is sinking
So we'll let the ocean swallow us whole.
A slave to the symphony with nowhere to roam
Can you hear the angels sing. Well so can I
Follow me into the house of father time
I will ask of He. Manual override
Cause I'm scared of dying
Someday's I'm sick of trying.
I am only a man. Only human
Can't you see what I see?
The color grey camouflages everything
I love. I feel like a failure.
And I know you'll forgive me in time
All I ever wanted was to make you proud of me
But I can't fight the diseases that we breed on my own
So I'll fight the tears. And fall into fear
A tear from the red to make it bloom.
Just like the violet's, vibrant and blue
and roses are red just like the heart.
Limp and limber. Waiting on an answer
from a god that doesn't hear to clear
When I draw my last breath. Will it all come clear?
I am only a man. Only human
Can't you see what I see?
The color grey camouflages everything I
love. I feel like a failure
and I know you'll forgive me in time
All I ever wanted was to make you proud of me
but I can't fight the diseases that we breed
On my own...
So you say I need saving. But I am aware
Of my condemnation and I'm Scared
I am only a man.
Only human.
Cant you see what I see?
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3. |
Chasing Ghost's
04:33
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Redesign the manuscripts
and trace the lines through the blueprints
buildings are vacant
A vacancy that leaves us alone.
with our secrets
and there's no more safety here.
There's a visitor in you're home
An apparition of an old friend
that used to be the apple of you're rye.
And now it hurts on the inside
Chasing ghost's while you deteriorate
over time
Velocity of wind and vertigo
you're balance has been shifted
and your pupil's are bleeding with salt water
from your cornea's. Tears fall from scar tissue
behind you're eyes. And transform into the diamonds
that glitter like gold and still the preacher
eats you're conscience alive
So goodbye and goodnight to wrong and right
your morals are stale and you're not alright
no you're not alive.
There's a visitor in you're home
an apparition of an old friend
that used to be the apple to you're rye.
Now it hurts on the inside
Chasing ghost's while you deteriorate overtime.
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4. |
Teeth (Robes and ties)
05:35
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Holy art thou
Covet in cloth and rest in sheep
as you rob dignity from catholic sheets
speak in whispers with tongue and cheek
bon voyage when you rest in peace
so peace be with you
and sleep.
painted face while stained glass keeps
you hidden behind walls built in the eyes
of god as you feed from innocence
behind your sheek
does it make you feel better?
when you keep blind and taint fellow palms
do you feel ashamed
when you abandon fellowship with fucking sloth
do you feel holier now?
as you kiss you're cross
with the same teeth
that you grind in your sleep
weeping willows at you're windows
confessions crawling skin deep
acts of solace within hidden agenda's
and scripture to be fed
as you bend the surface into ugliness
I hope you fucking choke with every word
you've spoke
as you bend the surface into ugliness
I hope you choke on every word you said
does it make you feel better?
when you taint fellow palms
do you feel ashamed?
when you abandon fellowship with fucking sloth
do you feel holier now?
when you kiss you're cross
with the same teeth
you grind in you're sleep
with the same teeth.
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5. |
Sleepwalking
04:14
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I can't wake up without sleepwalking
it's been years since anyone's been
close enough for comfort. So I bleed
to find comfort in my receptors
pain is pleasure and I don't know what to do
So I taper wounds..
Chasing lights
in-between divided lines and tunnels
and I'm growing blind
I can't wake up without sleepwalking
the arrogance is in the roots
swimming in my conscience looking for the truth
but it's hard to find when the lies have been
built within the walls
blocking out my youth...
Running from shadows casted
and their chasing me
I've climbed out of hell
and my demons still follow me
It's all hanging by a thread
feelings that conform
to the voices in my head
no more motivation
not when i can't wake up
Without sleepwalking
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6. |
Humanitarian
03:56
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The roads we travel are long and unknown
so we keep our thoughts in manifesto
we are under siege
from dream robbers and thieves
made up of suits and ties
I heard a voice from the meek
they say that power is made up of the weak
we need to recalculate this evil rhetoric
infesting our minds
I don't want to be
Humanitarian
Humanitarian is a gun.
Keep you're feet on the ground
they want you gone without a trace
make you're voice shake with sound
cry out loud.
lend you're anger to the dog
and turn it back on the systems
that retaliate
I won't be a victim.
it's time to get off you're knee's
I won't be a victim.
and I don't want to be
Humanitarian
It's time to retaliate
Their system is weak
Their system is weak.
I don't want to be humanitarian
Because Humanitarian is a gun
Humanitarian is a gun.
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7. |
Rear view mirror
05:03
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Exhuming these sins
in proclamation and in portions
eat of the sun and gasp for air
when I get the taste
of hell in my mouth.
Into the belly of the beast
and I'm going south
wish I was able to be stable
but the wounds run to deep
to be able.
Please just save me
I've been twisted up
by mechanical make-up
Wash the pain from my face
and show you the smile
I haven't shown in years
and I fear that the blessings are
no longer near
No wait.
I still have something to say
where's you're clarity
mine was.
Wiped in the rear view...
So fuck you're mirrors
all they do is remind me of your face
I still feel ugly and you won't stay
Show me the size of you're shoe
I'm still on fire and the coals beneath my feet
still leave me with your blisters
how can I breathe? When I'm still in fear
and the scar tissue is thinner than the tears
Reflect, and neglect
I don't need me anymore
I don't need me anymore
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8. |
Wasting away
05:04
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Coated in plastic
A Re arrangement of antibodies
to fix the problem at it's core
the body cant' take anymore
with what's been buried beneath the skin
and never torn
sin..
So let it step inside you
an insignia of stigma
to consume the shame
because the shape of you're heart
is parallel to the cast holding all the strings
into place as you bury your envy and wait for everyone
you've poisoned to keep you from wasting away
wrapped in guilt
the borders have opened
and now you're imagination runs wild
captivated by eyes shining like diamonds
and the blessings don't come easier
when god takes his vacations
on the weekends and in the evenings
you're catering to your fuck-ups
with a smile until the end of the night
I'm still sick.
I'm sick of withering and your still fine
your still fine
So let it step inside you
an insignia of stigma to consume the shame
because the shape of you're heart is parallel
from the cast holding all the strings
into place as you bury your envy
and wait for everyone you've poisoned
to keep you from wasting away
to keep you from wasting away...
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9. |
Dipshits and idiots
05:07
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They walk around with shaded smiles
and crooked hearts
bless the martyr and they will give unto
thee. Poison a new
I hate my friends and I hate myself
for letting them in and falling down
the rabbit hole with them
with them
I'm surrounded by dipshits and idiots
they bleed for grain and feed of the weak
I'm surrounded by dipshits and idiots
and it pays to be an idiot
I throw them out and they follow
follow the crumbs to my sanctuary
I give and I give
and try not to take
and in the end they'll bleed you dry
and take your place
fool me once it's a mistake
fool me twice what shame.
I'm surrounded by dipshits and idiots
they bleed for grain and feed off the weak
I'm surrounded by dipshits and idiots
and it pays to be an idiot
and you live with it
and you
you live with it
I'm surrounded by.
Dipshits and idots
dipshits and idiots
and you live with it.
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10. |
Wicker Shadow
05:03
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I've watched you fall
I've watched you fumble
I've seen you crawl for a pill
and fucking stumble
I never thought I'd find a sickness
of my own. And I utilize it well
To escape
the scars that you have woven in
my soul
And I want so bad to blame you my wicker shadow
you the one who's left me shallow
And I want so bad to hate you my wicker shadow
you the one who's left me numb and hollow
when I needed you the most
you became a ghost with a religion
Family values invested in addiction
I've watched you tremble
I've watched you shrink
I've watched you bury you're scars
with your ship and let it sink
I never thought I'd be just like you
Knock on wood
I am guilty of absorbing
what was never met to be
Understood.
So now I'm carving out my stones
and falling deeper into the skeletons
I keep. their holding onto all the strings
turns out we're the same
and although I'm happier when I'm sleeping
and the mountain I cannot climb
It's just too damn steep
It's eating at my dignity
And I want so bad to blame you my wicker shadow
you the one who's left me shallow
And I want so bad to hate you my wicker shadow
You the one who's left me numb and hollow
when I needed you the most you became a ghost with
a religion.
And your family values
invested in addiction
invested in addiction...
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11. |
Paint my world
05:12
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I want to embrace
Something less than hate
And I've been counting
the seconds on the clock
since my fall from grace
and my sins have been made
bolder than my mistakes
And I'm at the end of my tightrope
looking for an escape
So I walk in and out
of another crowd I can't face
looking for a scapegoat
to keep myself from unravelling
my wounds. so if you will
seal my fate
and give me something to love
someone to believe in.
so I can escape the enemy I've
stitched to my face
as I paint my world
with beauty and disgrace
to hide from my reflection
abandon my affection
just to burn another lesson
and build another bridge with a weapon
I have been made to stand still
a statuette.
someone please cut down this tree
and burn my roots
and after the ashes settle into dust
I will be born a new
and learn to trust
without this god damn crutch
and let these bottles erode into rust
So I walk in and out
of another crowd I can't face
looking for a scapegoat
to keep myself from unravelling
my wounds. so if you will
seal my fate
and give me something to love
someone to believe in.
so I can escape the enemy I've
stitched to my face
as I paint my world
with beauty and disgrace
as I paint my world
with beauty and disgrace
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Kurt Knickrehm New Castle, Pennsylvania
I am soley driven to eat, shit, sleep and pray music. I love performing when I can do so and am currently looking to broaden my horizons so I can touch as many lives as possible and hope that you can pass along the notes. Feel free to contact me at anytime if anything is needed. You can also download each individual song for free if you don't wish to purchase the album. thank you so much! ... more
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