This is where we started
As our senses start to fail
Fall within a remit
Strike the hammer, miss the nail
When death we can avail
Steven had no choice,
A call, a sign
Free fall out of the sky
No -one heard his voice.
Exhume the truth once you’ve buried a lie
Follow your bliss
Seal it with a martini kiss
A wordless conversation
A worthless interpretation
Please tell me I’m not wanted
And I’ll push for the cessation.
When the romance bleeds away
There’s no reason for you to stay.
With a gun in my hand
Do I get a second chance
With your emo, screamo, your hardcore and alt
I’m trying to make sense of it all
It’s really not my fault.
Die, and you’ll never see the light of day,
Gamble your life on a one eight seven
Aces and eights, a dead man’s hand
Won’t get you into heaven.
With the cowboys, matadors and priests
The rum, the blue dress and New Year’s Eve,
A body in the water
Your heart, my mortar
On target, in line
Entrapped in the vines
With the hell in your head
And the thorns in your heart,
Still searching for the body parts.
Calling all cars, the bite from a shark,
Enfolding, freeloading,
Reviving, let’s dive in
Hear your emo screams
From the depths of your dreams.
Reality in broad daylight,
Swimming in the Atlantic waves
Tossing and turning in early graves
Before your time but I don’t mind
I’ll steal the pennies as my wishes went unheard
The gallows built inside my lungs, where I hung onto your every word.
Into the fire as I can’t be saved,
The unfolding, enfolding, heralds my end of days,
It’s time to go, leave it all behind you,
For if there is a light, it will find you.
Azra Pathan
Senses Fail – Let It Enfold You – 20th anniversary
From The Depths Of Dreams – 22nd anniversary.