The Rising Tide EP
The Wrath of the Lambs
Other / new songs

Other / New Songs

Glasnost

The confessions that you made as she pulled you under
It’s the distance in your eyes

It changes everything
And everything changes

But this is only a feeling, escape is in the mind
Because who we are is all I have
In the end

It changes everything
And everything changes

Clarity

It comes crashing down on you
Like an earthbound fist
But waiting is all you can do
And the years passed you by

A moment of clarity
Like a fist in the dark
But waiting is all we can do
But I fear the Rising Tide

Don’t let it go
If it slips through your hands
Crashing down
Like a fist in the dark

The Rising Tide EP

Cave In

You search her eyes but you find yourself, along the lines that crack her face
But certain things never seem to change – the poison words, the space between them now

The sound of desperation rips like a wave through the crowd in this quiet bar
Where the chosen few drink to better days, and other happy endings

Another happy ending lost, and you feel your heart cave in

A flood of red, a city drowning in its sleep
It passes by like a blue of grey, with its neon suns and discount glamour girls

The quiet resignation sinks in the eyes of the men on the last train home
Where the chosen few think of better days, and other happy endings

Another happy ending lost, and you feel your heart cave in
Another happy ending lost, and you feel your heart cave in

The Rising Tide

The tragedy read of children scarred with the faces of men
Consumed by the malice that runs through their veins
A fistful of broken dreams

Gun City, you’re sleepless tonight
Gun City, we’re drowning together

An ex-beauty queen with the sunken eyes of a hopeless bride
Consumed by the poinson that burns in her veins
The cruelty of wasted years

Gun City, you’re sleepless tonight
Gun City, we’re drowning together
Gun City, you’re sleepless tonight
Gun City, we’re facing the rising tide

Red

All the president’s men, standing in line in their sunday best
Bastard sons of unspeakable days
The pride of the nation in the glory of men
Haven’t you learned a thing?

There’s a deafening sound as the Earth swallows red with regret
It’s the echoes of thirty six
And she wonders what goes through your head, little man

Still the rivers run crimson and gold
Haven’t you seen enough?
Still the rivers run crimson and gold
Haven’t you seen enough?

It’s a desperate lie, of peace and progress and the future of men
Because the ghosts you forgave should have taught you to think
But this is a fucking disgrace

Still the rivers run crimson and gold
Haven’t you seen enough?
Still the rivers run crimson and gold
Haven’t you seen enough?

The Wrath of the Lambs

Captive State

Measured words and a faithless kiss from men who rule with iron fists
Compassion here is bought and sold, but the publicity was sweet

As the faithful gather around their screens to weep for one more nameless kid
Who died to make the faceless rich

Who died to make the faceless rich
We’re voiceless

In talent shows for media whores and idiots fighting fashion wars
A new religion for the poor where everything is bought and sold

As the hopeless gather on their knees in their sweatshops by the sea
To make the things that set them free

To make the things that set them free
We’re hopeless

We are – we’re hopeless
We are – we’re captive

No more

Wait

You secretly planned your escape from this world without fences
You fought so hard to defend

You watch the highway below, the silent breadlines of civilised men
As you cling to the edge of a dead monday

Every town looks the same, it’s just the streets that have different names
It’s the infinite sadness of parallel lines
It’s the shade in your eyes, you’re not meant to be living this way

You watched as they danced to the pulse of a clock
With those ignorant faces, they lie so much to protect

But these are all broken men, their eyes as extinguished, their dreams became lies
As you cling to the edge of a dead monday

Every street looks the same, it’s just the towns that have different names
It’s the infinite sadness of parallel lines
It’s the shade in your eyes, you’re not meant to be living this way

Wait
Meant to be living this way
Wait
We’re meant to believe in this