QUANTUM - On the Verge Live

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  • čas přidán 23. 05. 2024
  • #progressiverock #progressivemetal #alternativemetal #alternativerock #jazzrock #drums #bass
    On the Verge, taken from "Live i the Aether" on the 23rd of march. Our new album, Down the Mountainside, is OUT NOW! Listen/buy here:
    orcd.co/down-the-mountainside...
    Credits:
    Bass/vocals: Anton Ericsson
    Guitar/vocals: Samuel Walfridsson
    Guitar/vocals: Kalle Segerborg
    Drums: Johan Söderlund
    Keyboards: William Wahlberg
    Words and music by Anton Ericsson
    Arranged and produced by Quantum
    Mixed and Mastered by Tom MacLean
    Lyrics:
    A man stands hiding a large machine
    His hand is stuck, you can see it in the way he tries to fight his own pose
    The verge is close
    The body’s in vacancy, The last part of his decency struggles to regain control
    It’s taking its toll
    The next few seconds will
    Determine the nature and colour of his legacy
    The Last Straw to break the
    Back of the camel is being clutched and tucked away
    Taking the blow once more creating an itch - you’re withering
    (Wet rug - accumulating grit in on your record spiraling out of touch)
    Scratching, infecting, the rash on your skin - it’s creeping
    (Blank stare - concealing within all the recent you feel inside)
    Talk to me please! Tell me about all of the burns you always hide
    Is it hard to keep lying?
    How many times? Have you barely been able to keep your wrath at bay?
    Lost your way without saying
    A slip of a nerve was all it took for our Circumstances to be turning upside down, her face disfigured in the carpet
    Regret swells up and your desperation reveals itself, for the first seconds in a while you spoke your mind
    Now you're scared of the marks you made - do you think that there are those
    Who can look at you once and shake your hand and see what you've been doing?
    The sweat runs down your side
    You're open wide
    The moment’s passed and the blow is dealt
    You crossed a threshold steep enough separate the world from your burdens
    It’ll never return
    The stains on the living room floor
    Speaks of a mind lost once and for all
    Pushing far beyond the limit and speeding away past the point of no return
    Taking the blow once more - scratching the plates that covers the
    (Wet rug - accumulating grit in on your record spiraling out of touch)
    Basement in which it lurks - does she deserve it?
    (Blank stare - concealing within all the recent you feel inside)
    How do you feel? Lost and disposed as your rage converts to fear
    Is your eyesight clearer?
    When did you turn?
    Deranged to the point where your mother won’t meet your gaze?
    Don’t say it’s just a phase
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