BiTTERSWEET MACHiNES

Revival Synth Recommends 2019 (2)

Vocals & Words: Doc Thompson
Music, Arrangement & Production: Cabal Akademik

Where Is Your God Now? [Feat. Doc Thompson]

You got your Synthpop in my Nu Metal, you got your Nu Metal in my Synthpop...

Synth Solo by Collapse Project: https://soundcloud.com/collapseproject

I’m just outside your window, trying to subdue my rage,
I’m cleaning up the carpet, scrubbing up old stains,   
I’m running down the alley, way past the oral stage,
I’m parking in your driveway, incoming sever pain,

I’m taking hold of objects, something blunt alright,
I’m leaving for home early, lucky roll of the dice,
I’m catching him up quickly, barely put up a fight,
I’m dialing up your cell phone, reception cold as ice,

Don’t run away, you can’t stop it anyhow,
It’s a runaway freight train, and it’s right outside your door… 

Alone, again, how far out? How far out? She says,

I’m choking on my anger, blood red tired eyes,
I’m weighing out my options, maybe a nice surprise,
I beg to be mistaken, happy to drown in lies,
I see him make his exit, will chase him down in time,

I’m starting up my car, concerned that something’s wrong,
I grab the kitchen knife, and rush outside headlong,
I notice you’re not moving, just beating upholstery now,
I’m coming to my senses, and wipe the sweat from my brow.

Don’t try to pray, I’m not listening anyhow,
You’ve called upon the fate train, and it just knocked down your door… 

Alone, again, how far out? How far out? She said,
And she did it, she said it, time and time again,
I repent I swear.

Eidetic Memory

Due to unforeseen circumstances that happened as they often due in life, the album is taking longer than I hoped to complete. In any case, another song is done. I was going to hold off on releasing this track until the album was complete, but seeing as I have not uploaded in a while, I figured it would be a good idea to put it up anyways. Massive thank you to Suede Wade for his amazing guitar solo. Enjoy :)

Lyrics:

So it goes, everyday is the same,
No one to help, no one to blame,
And you, you keep me sane,
But is it enough, will it sustain?  

I want you to know, that it hurts me too,
I’m a man-made failure, a synthetic fool,
And you know, that my interest wanes,
I’m a useless machine, with synthetic pain.

I’m a disease, from which there’s no cure,
Broken and bruised, forevermore 
And you, longing still,
I’ll ruin your life, you know that I will.

I want you to know, that it hurts me too,
I’m a man-made failure, a synthetic fool,
And you know, that my interest wanes,
I’m a useless machine, with synthetic pain.

Synthetic Pain (Ft. Suede Wade)

Let the Sub Drive Drive Drive

Powder Blood

Ascend

artist - Bittersweet Machines
album - Disco Volante
written by Matt Mocharnuk
produced by Mark McKee