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Score (2009) Recorded February - May 2009 Steve Thompson: Vocals, Guitar, Synthesizer, Mellotron, Treatments Andy Woodward: Upright Bass on Tracks 9, 10 Produced and mixed by Steve Thompson Engineered by Steve Thompson and Matt Lancaster  iTunes
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The illusion that we're not the same persists itself, we're all to blame but we're united by sweet decay creeping up, everyday Time plays tricks without spite Unknowingly, you just take what comes Totality in the stream of age We fight for thrones then lose them anyway You keep crawling back to me To an end you cannot see You keep running down that dream But it takes you no where You How can it be I'm not what I seem Half the man I was before (Only half left) No reasons that I should have closed that door (But you did) You know me Feels like you own me I left my home Stranded on my own You know me Feels like you own me Numbers People live their lives based off numbers Numbers they don't even know the real meaning of I've tossed the dice Tossed them to the wind I'm not sure though which numbers came from such a foolish thing You live your lives without any hesitation You seem to be unaware of any kind of complications People live their lives based off numbers Numbers they don't even know the real meaning of People live their lives based off numbers Home You've got your self-destructive ways as you stare at the snow in a haze because what's wrong in this whole world can't be solved by leaving it And you'd better not get it wrong the question of where it is you belong Because we all know the truth and the answer is inside of you Now I think we've heard all the lies and your attempts at a casual disguise But what about the rest of the world Do they know of your love for death You've got your self-destructive ways as you stare at the snow in a haze You've got only one shot at this so why am I the one reminding you I wish you could see through my eyes between the veil of all your lies We all want you back again but for now we just can't take it It's time to It's time to come home again So you better bring him home Now I suppose the truth is too hard and the locks on the gates are too far if you even could make it there would the key be able to save you All the lies and truths in the world are alive and begin to unfurl And Death's a nasty friend but one we'll all meet in the end It's time to It's time to come home again It's time to It's time to come home again You better bring him home Again And it's true you can never forget But is it true that you can't forgive If I let you down It's not because I try to I'd gladly give into you Again and again But you've got facades of compassion Our lives are being held by a hand that we've never felt And you think you know, my friend how all of this will end Again and again and again I try to get by With the things I've got, it's not too hard to try But what else can you do but take and take and take When your well is well dried up, it's simply just another life Our lives are being held by a hand that we've never felt And you think you know, my friend how all of this will end Your subjectiveness eludes me Brushburns of pine in the forest A white whiff of snow's death This adder that bites us with every step Our lives are being held by a hand that we've never felt And you think you know, my friend how all of this will end Divided We are divided by the tithes that bind us Clinging to a past we just can't leave behind I'm in pieces Scattered Dragged down and battered We're in shambles and we can't hide it It's one-sided Divided Everyone knows it though no one will say it Why can't we just show it We're swimming in a false reality I'm in pieces Scattered Dragged down and battered We're in shambles and we can't hide it It's one-sided Divided We could all go down and settle the score but when no one wins, who will look like the fool Down I tripped fell down again Sometimes you've got to stay down I'm down Again And it never felt so right Sidewalks make fine beds Sometimes the dark can be so cold I'm down Again And it never felt so right Ontological Everyone They steer themselves wrong And who is right Who really knows the truth People who are you when you judge them like you do The reflection looks back The mirror sees what you can't |
