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Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #272
Peak in subgenre #24
Author
Solaer
Rights
Motion Sickness 2002
Uploaded
November 05, 2002
Track Files
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MP3 2.6 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Story behind the song
We're all haunted by shadows from the past in some form or another..The things that hold us back from reaching our full capacy..
Lyrics
I was Pigeon Holed, Then, Forced out the nest from within
the shadows that cradled and, nurtured my sins
concealed a natural talent restricted by callous blends
of malice voices backing their own fog of shallowness
to condensend me into the 3rd corner of an octagon imprisonment
aerial encounter would of been a sign
to just stop and envision establishment
into fruition I could speak life
into being as he did
matter of 6 days of grace to connect an idea
to a means of escape, to gather my thoughts
then Take this status from a 6 foot purgatory plot
I was Esoteric till now
my soul copped from the soak shop off hock at discount ,
By a raised brow conisseur who chopped suds with a valvoline jaw
operating a side -slur, murmur amount with his pals, ol ' gipsy goons
who vowed to yank my red thread till it completely unwound
Everyday, a Shadow haunts
constantly coaxing with taunts
to submit to it's, oh so ran
So I ran, hurdled the blend
building a shield to reflect my own zeal ,
remove the shell and reveal my steel will
definitely demonstrate how halogen kills
the past clawing at MY heels
(The past clawing at my heels)
the Ascension was longg overdue
the late charges surpassing the huge
number of weights I had to go and undo
with gabriel's flute, dizzy gillespie God boom
jettison leap boost rocket myself just to excuse
my land hoof from the clutches of a faceless spoof
stalking dark dude who confronted at sun up
and slowly began trailing till late noon,
tailing behind my shell-toes till the eve finally caught up
Sunk into the darkness, a product of night's recent creases,
sleazy conduct, camoflauged in the folds
of sillouette faces the less decent un-cut overlapping shade
of the untold, To the brim with sins hiding behind
the lunar mime as he slyly grins so cold
The moon was concealing the truth, with a cameo from skeleton tombs
that whispered secrets frequently through the damp walls of the coccoon
deepening the cuts in the measured fabric till it finally cracked up
built up to destroy itself with murmurs escalated into banshee screams spawning the morning strings to unspool and juice the walls with light beams
nailing the dark condition to the wall
Everyday, a Shadow haunts
constantly coaxing with taunts
to submit to it's oh so ran
So I ran, hurdled the blend building
a shield to reflect my own zeal ,
remove the shell and reveal my steel will
definitely demonstrate how halogen kills
the past clawing at my heels
the apparition a pale sight and it seems growing even more faint
my flaw's still small voice of a frail kind
a fading echo soon to be completely erased
overwhelmed with the ultraviolet presense of this now optomistic shine,
drowning out the former pesimistic image slipping behind
Everyday, a Shadow haunts
constantly coaxing with taunts
to submit to it's oh so ran
So I ran, hurdled the blend building
a shield to reflect my own zeal ,
remove the shell and reveal my steel will
definitely demonstrate how halogen kills
the past clawing at my heels
