Name: Almanacs - Nocturnal Bruise (2014 preview) by LittleRedRecords
Duration: 3 min 46 s
Description: A little taster of what's in store from the Almanacs camp in 2014. Watch this space!

A little taster of what's in store from the Almanacs camp in 2014. Watch this space!

Almanacs - Nocturnal Bruise (2014 preview)

Samantha watches your eyes roll as you sleep
She’s my flavour of the month, my record of the week
But I know there’s something still tells her to kill
And I know that something is you, living here still

There’s cracks in the ceiling and scratches down the doors
There’s traces of faces of lovers that lived here before
There’s wine in the basement and a song in the night
There’s a man on the rune of your birth, cursing your life

And oh how the masquerade was played out in the dark
With the memory of the majesty of your arms
She lays in the cellar and she prays to her god
For the memory of the majesty of your arms

When the rabbit hole opens and we dive into the dark
Farewell to the sky and the light and the dreams in your heart
We never want to see the sky again
We never want to see the sky again
And I know there’s something still tells her to kill
I know that something is you, living here still

And oh how the masquerade was played out in the dark
With the memory of the majesty of your arms
She lays in the cellar and she prays to her god
For the memory of the majesty of your arms


While Spectres Waltz

"Matches + Gasoline"
Perception is in the Echo EP
Modern Ritual

LYRICS:

Take another little hit
And after that you'll quit
The devil's on your shoulder, he's screamin for more
You try to read a mind
That's locked itself inside
You're blinded by the high and you're screamin!

You don't even know my name
It's not some kind of game    
You're playing with your matches and gasoline
You're a liability
You're bursting at the seams
You're playing with your matches and gasoline

I can swim
But I know I can't breath at the bottom of the sea
Try to win
But no amount of money, could keep me from my honey

Wash the venom from your veins
Break out from all your chains
You've opened up the lock with the golden key
You have yourself to blame
You tried to make it rain
You're high up in the haze, ride the lightning!

Walking hot coals
means burning soft souls
Blind me, heal me
melt me, fear me

I don't know why you
can't just live life through
No one hears me
No one's listening

Written, produced, and mastered by Dean Surdis & Emily Ellis
Album Artwork by Cody Howell: http://www.cody-howell.com/

Matches + Gasoline

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Almanacs - Nocturnal Bruise (2014 preview)

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