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Shallow Remains

by Bloody Gears

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1.
Dive Down 02:50
Dive down as deep as I go before I end up down at the bottom. Nothing can drown at the bottom. Think back as far as I know before I proceed to the bottom, learning to feed from the bottom. Tracing my certain decline down to the bottom line. I thought that I had seen the light, but I never even opened up my eyes. For I only now realize dive down, hit bottom. Drink through my watery lungs, drink-in this void. Here is our falling apart, hearing the beat of my heart sounding the way to the bottom. This is my only doubt before the bottom dropped out.
2.
The Stain 03:43
Look to the sky. The scattered moments of our lives descend like sudden rain. Does no one feel the same? Grow safe, grow warm, but know that the coming storm won't wash this path away. Does no one feel the same? The wound unhealed grows dark and grows to steal the blood from in our veins. Does no one feel the same? When the light goes out, the shadow remains. Does no one feel the same? We learn to turn our eyes away and bleed into the stain. Any price is such an easy one to pay. Bleed into the stain.
3.
Before the end, before the silence fell, we gathered here like lost dead souls approaching the gates of hell. To stand amid the throng and hear the victory song. This is the sound of everything we've won. This is their bones snapping in time to the meter of our pumping blood. This is vultures in the sky, a hooded figure standing by, the madmen singing out the killing song. Between each line a false eternity appears, and now the sirens' ceaseless scream resounds like music in our ears. It swells to a reprise, we've come to recognize the madmen singing out the killing song. After the end, after the silence fell we gather here like lost dead souls approaching the gates of hell. To blend in with the throng, to sing our victory song. Sing along.
4.
Something is wrong. Some things never feel right. Something lurking in the shadows. Shadows move in the dead of night. Figures rush on every side and they won't look me in the eye. I've lost my place in this fucking world and now there's nowhere I feel safe anymore. Suspicious Activity Now I see them everywhere, I've been calling in threats. Scars displayed on the walls of my room; somehow it all connects. I followed one this evening, down through the maze of the city streets, but he lost me (or I lost myself). Don't think I'll ever find my way home. Suspicious Activity Some things are wrong. I've never felt right. I've been lurking in the shadows. I've been living in the dead of night. I've been walking now for hours. I've never left this cage. Lock the door, kill the lights. Don't want to see the mess that you've made.
5.
Ghost 02:42
You walk the streets at night all alone. Each door you pass looks just like your own. Try your key in every lock, only it never turns. Pursue me through a hallway of mirrors, and every time my image appears you try to smash them all away. But you're the only one who breaks. You haunt these streets I've tread before; fall like a shadow behind me. You make mistakes I've made before. I am your idiot corpse and you are my ghost. I wake up wrapped in bloody sheets. From in the walls you're laughing at me, Can't remember anything / I don't want to believe. They sentence me to life again, and everyday I'll be dying for your sin. but despite your great escape we will never be free. You walk these streets at night all alone. Each door you pass looks just like your own. You never had a home. You are my ghost.
6.
Burial Hymn 03:45
It took so long; corrosion spilled ink that spreads over everything dried blood, cracked plaster scabbed peals of our brittle laughter we're rotting out from the inside can't feel our city collapse in when the chain swings back already buried in our decay build and rebuild the new ruins compromise below the foundation when the ground below gives way rejoice, embrace the falling sensation bury your voice and sing down with bones down with dirt bury your voice, your mouth's a grave our mouths our graves so we can taste the decay it took so long; spilled ink that spreads over everything a white wave that swallows up everything our mouths our graves to taste the end
7.
Disengage 05:07
It's just little bit further, but it all looks dead ahead. Disengage, drift out of phase. To weigh less than nothing, to be borne on acrid wind, a brittle husk of some shed, dead, discarded skin. Time in waves breaks over her, washed up on some stagnant shore. Disengage. Now he's broken every mirror that dared to look her way. And no one's seen her through the lattice of shattered veins. He watched her gaze go empty, the color drained from her eyes. Bringing corpses in their tides, the new moons rise. Grey clouds pass before the stars; faces veiled by angry scars. Disengage. Try to break away. Try to let go. It's just a little bit closer, but the lines have all gone dead. Transmission fades, fall out of range. To say less than nothing, to spit into frozen wind, to make a sound to speak and be hurt again. First it's broken then it's gone. Trying so hard to hold on.

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released March 23, 2016

Recorded by Ryan at Side Two Studios; Boston, MA, 2012-2015

Ryan: d; Rob: b; Jeff g/v

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Bloody Gears was a punk band from Boston 2009-2013. All proceeds go to worthy social justice causes.

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