My cover of a Sum 41 song. My reason for doing this was 50% for fun and 50% to practice my mixing.

Intro / No Reason (Sum 41 Cover)

We don't want to hear
We don't want to know
Anything that makes us feel opposed
We'll never be opposed

We don't want to share
We don't want to think
We've got our own god 
And that makes us unique 
So we don't need to think

In the name of fake pain in plenty
I'll see your shame and I'll raise you envy
You're in a place
Where an opinion bends but never breaks
You're in the city that never wakes

We never had a job
Never knew our dads
But that don't mean 
We need a helping hand
When we've got Uncle Sam

We provide your freedom
We provide your rights
So we can tell you 
How to live your life
You can comply or die

In the name of fake pain in plenty
I'll see your shame and I'll raise you envy
You're in a place
Where an opinion bends but never breaks
You're in the city that never wakes

(solo intensifies) 

In the name of fake pain in plenty
I'll see your shame and I'll raise you envy
You're in a place
Where an opinion bends but never breaks
You're in the city that never wakes

Pain In Plenty

You want to know why I'm at odds with you?
Well listen close
You are the salt in my soil
I am the water in your oil

But when I say hello
Please don't think that I'm cursing you
Cause when you play the victim
Oh the things you make me wanna do

You ought to know me by now
You ought to know by now 
That I'm not out to kill you

Nothing
You could talk all day 
And tell me nothing
No matter what you say 
All I hear is nothing more nothing less
Than an echo chamber filled with emptiness
And you'll be screaming evermore

It's what you think
Therefore it's what I am 
So typical 
I am the beast 
And you're the martyr 
In the graveyard I compel you.

You ought to know this by now
That when you play the victim 
I won't waste my time or bow

Nothing
You could talk all day 
And tell me nothing
No matter what you say 
All I hear is nothing more nothing less
Than an echo chamber filled with emptiness
And you'll be screaming evermore

You'll be screaming evermore.

(screaming gibberish)

Nothing more nothing less
Than an echo chamber filled with emptiness 
But you'll be screaming evermore

Salt & Soil

Under the sun
The fight rages on
The east wind is howling 
So we’ve already won
It matters not if we fall
So long as our names are called
And we can answer “our salt
Has not lost its savor”

If your head’s in a basket 
Or body’s in a casket 
Or at the bottom of the sea 
Or any other misery
Know this my son
That glory will follow
It’s neither flag nor fail
Until gently through the veil
When all the pain turns out to be
Nothing but just a memory 
Know this my son
That all sorrow gets swallowed

We can never forsake 
The promise we made
And abandon the ship 
For the shallows to wade
We must stay at our post
And watch for the day when all
The beautiful beaches 
Break into pieces 

If your head’s in a basket 
Or body’s in a casket 
Or at the bottom of the sea 
Or any other misery
Know this my son
That glory will follow
It’s neither flag nor fail
Until gently through the veil
When all the pain turns out to be
Nothing but just a memory 
Know this my son
That all sorrow gets swallowed

“And how can man die better than facing fearful odds, for the ashes of his fathers, and the temples of his Gods?” 
(Thomas Babington Macaulay)

Don’t count yourself unworthy 
When you stand we’ll all be there 
Beside you and inside you
Please don’t count yourself unworthy 
If you’ve fought with your last breath
Then the fight is won regardless...

If your head’s in a basket 
Or body’s in a casket 
Or at the bottom of the sea 
Or any other misery
Know this my son
That glory will follow
It’s neither flag nor fail
Until gently through the veil
When all the pain turns out to be
Nothing but just a memory 
Know this my son
That all sorrow gets swallowed

Gently Through The Veil

I am the serpent upon a stick
Look unto me and thou shalt live 
One does not need a method

I have embodied Science
And the right to your compliance 
One does not need a method

When the madness is the point
The madness is the point 

Trust in me
And I will govern all that you
Must do and be
And never lose control
Women are dying men are crying
But the children have the honor
To trust in me
Just like you have and 
Like you always will

Come lay your devotions down at my feet
And pick up the notions that I decree
One does not need a method

I am the way, the truth, the lies and the life
For your own sake I hope you never criticize
One does not need a method

When the madness is the point
The madness is the point

Trust in me
And I will govern all that you
Must do and be
And never lose control
Women are dying men are crying
But the children have the honor
To trust in me
Just like you have and 
Like you always will

My commandments are eternal
Unless of course they change
What would you expect 
When we’re in election season
There’s always a reason 
To seize control. 

Just give me what I want 
A broken spirit and a contrite heart

Mothers, daughters, sisters, sons and fathers

Trust in me
And I will govern all that you
Must do and be
And never lose control
Women are dying men are crying
But the children have the honor
To trust in me
Just like you have and 
Like you always will

Trust in me
Trust in me
Women are dying men are crying
But the children have the honor
To trust in me

Oathbreaker

Well it hurts to say it
So I said under my breath 
Goodbye to you
What have I got to leave?

She'll never make it
Are the words lying tongues
Under the sun
I've got more faith in you than that

So I wash my hands

I wash my hands and say goodbye
Because every bird falls down as it learns to fly
I've been your crutch for far too long
And though it kills to say
I'll say so long

The ink and needles 
Unscrambled on your body 
Are they art or scars? 
Either way it spells agony to me

On this bed of nails 
You watch your lies like credits
Rolling on the screen 
Burning holes in everything

I'm walking out

I wash my hands and say goodbye
Because every bird falls down as it learns to fly
I've been your crutch for far too long
And though it kills to say
I'll say so long

Will I say all I know when I know what to say?

I wash my hands and say goodbye
Because every bird falls down as it learns to fly
I've been your crutch for far too long
And though it kills to say
I'll say so long

Every Bird Falls

Sky Burials is just a guy who records everything himself at home. I'm not much of an audio engineer (and it shows).
This account is basically just a place for me to keep my ideas so I can listen to them in the car and try and figure out what I want to change... so there!

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