1. |
Sounds Repeat
03:37
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On marble
Unfamiliar name
Appears
I see you standing there
Tying a knot
Around your neck
But it was him
It was him on the floor
They're just kids
They didn't know
Sounds repeat
Repeat
Your voice is lost
We touch for the first time
The oath is broken
We speak your name
Say it out loud
None of us really know
What took you from us
There just kids
They didn't know
There just kids
Sounds repeat repeat
Your voice is lost
Repeat repeat
Your voice is lost
What can I say?
You picked it over us
You let it win you let it take you
I never thought it would happen so soon so soon
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2. |
Punishment Enough
03:01
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Am I secure?
Am I defended?
You drown in abundance
Invited here by me
A dead stare
And the wounds of an adult
But the temperament of a child
Forever silencing me
This place will rot
Right under your nose
This place will rot
This place will rot
Am I secure?
Am I defended?
Am I secure?
Am I defended?
Dividing us all
Filtering your relations
Through a glass
That I no longer hold
This place will rot
Right under your nose
This place will rot
This place will rot
Am I secure?
Am I defended?
Am I secure?
Am I defended?
Lingers and stares and waits
I can’t feel anything
I can’t feel anything
This is punishment enough
I can’t bare to take more
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3. |
Disease
03:03
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You feel it slip away
A new unfamiliar feeling
It’s only ever been described
I’ve seen devour so much more
It’s cancerous
It grows within you
a disease unable to shake
a disease unable to shake
A disease you can not shake
You’re supposed to be satisfied,
sturdy and strong
But what You really feel is stuck
But what you really feel is stuck
Complaining about work
But what you really feel is stuck
It’s cancerous
It grows within you
a disease unable to shake
a disease unable to shake
To work.
To survive.
To overtake you
To overtake you
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4. |
My Body, My Blood
04:14
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Admit it now I hide from you
My eyes closed
Right shoulder
Forcing calm breath forcing air
Through my mouth
Through my mouth
I hid from you
I hid from you
My body on the bottom
I could be anyone
My body on the bottom
I could be anyone
My body
My blood
My own blood cheers for this to end
Don’t let me fool you
I knew it was real
I knew it was real
Vessel for your selfuilment
I lay quietly eyes closed
This is long over now
I hope it doesn’t happen
Disappointment lingers in the air
This is long over now
I’m your prey
Yours to be defeated
My body on the bottom
I could be anyone
My body on the bottom
I could be anyone
My body
My blood
My own blood cheers for this to end
I won’t pretend to know
I don’t understand
I lie quietly in the dark
I lie quietly in the dark
Prey
Prey
Prey
Prey
Prey
Prey
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5. |
Protected
03:44
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Aesthetically pleasing
A Fabricated existence
Protected by glass
like museum pieces
Able to correct
Correct your faults
In an attempt
to seem genuine
This is how we
This is how all live now
Everyday protected
Immune from ourselves
Everyday protected
Immune from ourselves
It’s because you were the last one
Fixated pattern broken
Illuminated by
Illuminated by the glow
We’re fed sugar pills
Just like rats
We’re fed sugar pills
Just like rats
Everyday protected
Immune from ourselves
Everyday protected
Immune from ourselves
Everyday protected
Immune from ourselves
Everyday protected
Immune from ourselves
Pixelated landscape
A barren of mistakes
Retract
Recreate
Everyday protected
Immune from ourselves
Everyday protected
Immune from ourselves
Everyday protected
Immune from ourselves
Everyday protected
Immune from ourselves
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6. |
Whispering
02:55
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Rather dissatisfied with existence
With this existence
How quickly 6 words change a mood
Old habits lingering back
I was practice and you were perfect
I can’t take it back
Even if I want to
It holds a grip on me
And it just won’t let go
underwhelming feeling of partnership
Of this arrangement
Wanting too much of every one
And not enough from yourself
These are words to live by
You are trash, you are garbage
I can’t take it back
Even if I want to
It holds a grip on me
And it just won’t let go
Only fearing yourself
Hopeless chance
Hopeless life
Unable to see your nothing
Unable to be, be here
I can’t take it back
Even if I want to
It holds a grip on me
And it just won’t let go
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7. |
Indirect
02:11
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He exploits the weak
With fake art
And self fulfilment
You’ve become him
Despite your best efforts
He gives the light
He gives the light
He gives the light
To the ones that point at him
A pear shaped man, who takes pride in vanity
And converts others to his beliefs
Only worried about his surroundings
marking sure his voice is in your ear
It should be indirect,
he should be in the backseat.
he removes your hands
as he knows what’s best
Creating a genius, Sculpted, like from clay
When your eyes meet he can only see his
It should be indirect,
he should be in the backseat.
Unconvinced he removes your hands
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8. |
Under Glass
02:46
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Once a confidante
Now a name under glass, under glass
Illuminating for want
Illuminating for give
So terribly planed
Hardly executed
Only showing up
When it’s meant for you
It’s not reciprocal
It’s just nothing now
It’s over now
It’s over now
And finally burn this body of mine
It just falls out of your mouth
Your convinced that you deserve this space
so you hold on
Hold on to it
As tight as you can
As tight as you can
Like a moth to a light
Hovering
looking for light
Like a moth to a light
Looking for light
It’s over now
It’s over now
And finally burn this body of mine
It’s over now
It’s over now
And finally burn this body of mine
It’s more than that
It’s distrust
It’s dishonest
It’s not enough
It’s over now
It’s over now
And finally burn this body of mine
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9. |
Empty Husk
06:21
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Head in the sand
It comes for us
It comes for us all
I was fifteen
When he wrapped his hands
Around my neck
And started to push
I’ve reached that point
I’ve been afraid of
I’ve pushed away
And steered clear of
Fingers dyed with ink
Head shakes
Frustration builds
Guilt lingers
On my breath
Fingers dyed with ink
Blinded by the reflection
They should be my equal
If I was them I would think I was dead
If I was them I would think I was dead
Fingers dyed with ink
Fingers dyed with ink
The crows are there everyday
Digging through the dirt To survive
We use to be for the night
And now we’re all defeated
Begging for scraps
Fingers dyed with ink
This entity is gone
That is an empty husk
I’ve reached that point of it
That I’ve been afraid of
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