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More to the tune of rock than hardcore, this Coheed-esque tune will leave you humming.
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Fast and loud, with interspersed melodic parts throughout. Like the cry of a dove as it chokes on the smoke rising from its burning body while doing a flaming
we're the creation of nothing, like it or not, human or not.
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Alternative • Indie
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#22,552 today Peak #245
#4,669 in subgenre Peak #45
Author
The Creation of Nothing
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2003 The Creation of Nothing
Uploaded
February 06, 2004
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MP3 2.5 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Story behind the song
The song starts out innocently enough, but soon erupts in a fury of flawlessly fit guitar parts. Easily the most diverse song on the LP.
Lyrics
When we were young, we would sit out by the fireside and write our names backwards in the sand. As we watched the sun and the moon, a silent audience, versus each other in the sky. Wait for one more day to open up our eyes. Slowly treading water, as last year fashions are newspaper headlines. I'm running out of fingers counting all of these tragedies. Times we wish not to remember. We're drifting winter, south of December. Please gouge out my eyes with the sharpest blade that you can find, and promise me I'll never have to look at you again. I'm almost certain, I want to drown. No, don't save me now. I want to drown. We're slitting wrists and shooting flares from our shotgun barrels. We're slitting wrists and shooting flares from. Our shoguns are loaded and waiting. Crossed fingers to decide as cold lead lines the coffin. The surgeon records the hour/our hearts are dead. It seems the only rescue now is a clean shot to the head. Can you see we’re painting blood across the sky every time we’re wasted? The surgeon records the hour/our hearts are dead, and we’re never coming back.
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