An song of blaming schemes, and cover-ups...sorta
I am a simple musician finding ways to be heard...so here is the first, maybe first of concern. If anything I hate the bland monotony of some of the popular bands' lyrics and even music...so I tend to attempt to redefine what is to be heard.
Story behind the song
The music to this song used to be belong to a song I wrote I called, "The Dreamers". The way the lyrics went in their strangely precarious way, was no longer acceptable so I stuck to this set of lyrics. I kept every single thing of it the same, except the solo which has it's own pros and cons, but the privilege of having a metronome is something I'll never regret. Now it's a song I wrote of some of the selfish schemes I played against a lot of people, of things I realized literally when I finished the song how foolish and stupid it all was. That's all I really got to say. To live life to oneself is such a bore.
Lyrics
Three voices to just find one…is that not strange?
This life of mine calls to me…to be something more.
Aren’t you tired their aimless screams?
Who’s the fool now?
Who can we point the finger at next,
Besides ourselves.
Blaming schemes of lost regrets,
Bound to nothing other than themselves.
Pointless words that find no peace,
Under the lives they take.
Blame to blame, and word to word…
And thought to thought, so hurt to hurt…
To mend no wound, with sleek, barbed tongues.
Such time it comes, for consequence.
Scar the walls with my apathy,
To anything that breathes…
How I dare care only of myself.
Under a life-giving star.
Forget the world under perfect terms of mine,
All I need is this room,
And what sound permits.
Blaming schemes of lost regrets,
Bound to nothing other than themselves.
Pointless words that find no peace,
Under the lives they take.
Blame to blame, and word to word…
And thought to thought, so hurt to hurt…
To mend no wound, with sleek, barbed tongues.
Such time it comes, for consequence.
Bring me no shadowed lies,
How they take my soul.
Words that I’ve grown tired of!
Everything so cold…
Are we not sick of hiding?
Let truth be told!
That this blame lies on ourselves
For all the lies too old.
Blaming schemes of lost regrets,
Bound to nothing other than themselves.
Pointless words that find no peace,
Under the lives they take.
Blame to blame, and word to word…
And thought to thought, so hurt to hurt…
To mend no wound, with sleek, barbed tongues.
Such time it comes, for consequence.
