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Behold! A Man
02:30
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I just walk away with my hands cuffed in shame.
I feel the weight of change crushing me.
I just walk away with my head crowned in blame.
I feel the pain dig deep, cutting me, crushing me.
Here's the red faced confession from the me you will never know.
These hands that feed are still bloody, still selfish, and still hungry.
We move from shadow to shadow in silence and solitude.
We're always running.
We don't stop moving.
We don't sleep because we can't.
We don't feel because we can't escape.
Interlock your cloudy grip with mine outstretched, and feel this emptiness.
All the times I couldn't feel the ground beneath my feet,
I should have told you about this weight that follows me.
Don't you wish you could?
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Ghosts
03:49
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This ain’t about your actions; this is about your absence.
I carry the weight of you with every step I take.
I’m followed by your ghost with every move I make.
So I won't move until I see a sign. I cannot see anything at all.
No I won't move till I hear you speak. I wouldn’t move even if I could.
And I don’t hear you anymore.
And all I have to show for mountains met is this new fear of height I can't get past.
I can't shake this; I can't shake myself.
And I'm so afraid of starting over, of myself.
I just know how to cower; I just know how to run away.
I'm a twice told story that will not change.
This ain't about the actions of one.
This is about the absence of you.
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We'll look back and remember the dreams we built,
The thin air at the heights of the mountaintops we felt.
The best made plans that we held with broken hands.
I am the fire that burns everything I touch.
We'll light this city with the flames from all the bridges we've burned.
This is so monumental. We'll build and make and plan to break.
A red crescendo for denials sake.
This violence, you are my color palette.
Never forget the clouds, the falling of the sky, the current, the undertow.
And I can't shake this. I'll never shake this; the all I know, the who I am.
We are the walking broken; we are the beaten down.
We are the walking broken, who they said we were.
cold air, pale skin.
Are my veins as cold as autumn?
A pulse that drops like orange leaves.
What will collapse first these old brick monuments or me?
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We are the walking broken.
We are the beaten down.
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Self, Underwater
03:54
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When you feel the world caving in
And your ankles buckle under the weight
Looking up at branches not holding up
As long as you're breathing keep fighting
When you feel the world caving in
And your ankles buckle under the weight
Looking up to falling skies under a rising tide.
They're always following behind us watching our steps.
She said, “this is not the all of who you are,
I've seen you smile. I've heard you laugh. I've heard you sing; shared in your joy.”
They're always following behind us watching our steps.
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Inhale // Daybreak
04:52
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These places used to break us down, but now they're just scars we bare
covered in the winter layers we wear.
But it won’t go away. Are you okay? Can you find your feet to follow?
Some balance, so shaken, so overwhelmed.
These places used to break us down, but now they're just scars we bare
covered with time spent sitting in the new stories they told us about ourselves.
One day we'll burn these places to the ground, and nurse the shattered versions of ourselves.
With a chance to start over and know, they can't say who we are.
The wounds you left don't define me anymore; cause we're not fine.
We're not alright, but this is not the end of me.
Sunday follows death.
Three days of such dark silence then the first of a brand new breath.
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Sleeper 72 Seattle, Washington
RIP - Sleeper 72 is an emotional post-hardcore band based in Seattle, WA seeking to connect with others through music and lyric.
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