1. |
Cupio Dissolvi
04:40
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They say that we lay in the beds we make
Goddamn this coffin is thrice woven
I am become death, destroyer of self
my angels are burning heaven down
The future's dead, the past is alive
and Everything is in my way right now.
They say that we lay in the beds we make
Goddamn this coffins is twice swollen
There's light near the end of the tunnel
I block my eyes and pull down the shades
The machine is fed, fate had arrived
Now there's an eclipse in paradise
They say that we lay in the beds we make
Goddamn this coffin is one's own choosing
If it slips through the fingers than it's out of the hands
Seems hopes and wishes are not enough
Yeah, there's gates to crash and lines to be crossed
There's crosses to bear and bears to be fought
Oh, there's noses to be cut and feet to be shot
Goddamn, will this ever end.
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2. |
ASH
03:45
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Eyes to the sky
Heels in the dirt
Where heroes die
Is where the truth starts to hurt
The greatest conquest is the attempt to escape
It's just a waste of time; Procrastinating
The days are passing by, and the weather's already changing
It's just a waste of time; contemplating
The World is passing by, and your style's already fading
Eyes on the prize
Weighed down by time
The Aspirations lie
is between the heart and the rind
It's better to burn out than to fade away
It's better to burn out than illuminate
It's just a waste of time; Procrastinating
The days are passing by, and the weather's already changing
It's just a waste of time; contemplating
The World is passing by, and your style's already fading
Dreams are stillborn
Amphibious and lukewarm
Neutral with all limbs drawn
Faith is in the forlorn
Hours of life ripped and torn
We have all been warned
Every breath is a sin against hope
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3. |
Apex Prey
05:08
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Should I swallow my pride
‘cuz I don't know who to ask
Will the next moment erase my past
Should I swallow my tongue
‘Cuz I don't know all the facts
Do they stand like trees waiting for the axe
Should I swallow the blood
coagulate the doubt
Will the inside be uglier once it's out
Red flags prevent the go
A polite bull on a rope
Shaking China says no
Some words are best never told
What if they talk to me
What if they talk about my mentality
Everything's better with sunglasses
Anxiety has got me nervous
In my shell I stay to the surface
And miss my show time
Should I be the breeze
Cuz I can't a find a path
Without worrying about the aftermath
Should I be the stream
Cuz I'm willing to bend
If these reads don't have the ears to lend
Should I let flows connect
Or skip the eloquence
And be the sentiment's sediment
It don't matter the room
There's space for elephants
A cupboard's lament
Less food for the sycophants
What if they talk to me
What if they talk about my mentality
Everything's better with sunglasses
Anxiety has got me nervous
In my shell I stay to the surface
And miss my show time
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4. |
Coma Dose
05:29
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I used to shut my eyes and pretend they're not my own
But these delusions are running on fumes on a dead end road
And the excuses are no longer carry me home
Sundown is here again. Last call until tomorrow.
If I don't act now then what will be of these dreams
And if there is nothing left to dream for, what's the use of ending sleep
The guiding light was snuffed by an ever slight breeze
The last thing I saw was my Id fleeing the scene
Distracted by the big picture and stumbling into a grave
Just hold your breath and pretend there is some time to be saved
If I don't act now then what will be of these dreams
And if there is nothing left to dream for, what's the use of ending sleep
There is a sun that beckons me as it sets, but my compass can't point to the west
There is a wind strong enough to carry me on, but weights on my wings hold protest
There is a wilderness that howls my name, but I cling to these thoughts like a cage
There is purity I can't obtain because I am ripe with mange
My aging vicariousness begs questions that cannot be solved
like what do you do when it's alright, yet feels so wrong
The only thing as scarier than life taken is the simple fact that life cannot be paused.
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Blessed am I in my position
To oversee from afar
There's distance between me and the dispersion point
A panopticon digging through the dirt
Well I never thought I'd stoop to this
Getting high off your lows
But of what good is the balance
If I rise when you fall
Our faces distorted but not disguised
What is past tense is not passed relevance
There's distance between me and the angle of incidence
Watching old lights dim as they bend and trend
Well I never thought I'd stoop to this
Getting high off your lows
But of what good is the balance
If I rise when you fall
They carry on gift wrapping their traits for the rest of the world
And every one feels they are the first to pull that sword from that stone
And every ship feels it's the first to crash on that shore
They never question bullet casings left from previous wars
Inspected with a fine tooth comb of the knowing now
We've divided by zero and wondering why
A season in ash, turns out like any other
Silent years and distractions for the wandering eye.
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6. |
Contempt's Concrete
04:44
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Believe, disease, has slowly taken over me
Deceived, bereaved, this reflection that I see
Futile, fruitless is this fight for release
Now bound within the walls of mental slavery
Don't you know that you cannot grow if you're always settling
Lying in bed like the living dead, inaction's just a dream
Don't you lie when you cannot try and nothin's happening
The only fate is what you make and pain is what you bring
Can't believe the life we lead
Cart of wants with a horse of needs
Contempt’s concrete around my feet and I'm drowning in your sea
Vision, blinded can't look farther than our screens
Neutered progress is the way or so it seems
The sands of time each grain a hope or dream
Worthwhile? ...worthless the relationship of ends and means
Don't you know that you cannot grow if you're always settling
Lying in bed like the living dead, inaction's just a dream
Don't you lie when you cannot try and nothin's happening
The only fate is what you make and pain is what you bring
Can't believe the life we lead
Cart of wants with a horse of needs
Contempt’s concrete around my feet and I'm drowning in your sea
Way down inside is where you'll find the last traces
What's left of us is slipping through the cracks
Textile, fabric stretched and begging to be torn
I guess that's why they say the calm is darkest before the storm
Can't believe the life we lead
Cart of wants with a horse of needs
Contempt’s concrete around my feet and I'm drowning in your sea
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7. |
Heart Burn
05:24
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I’m just a pile of flesh
Another soul gave up on
Born without a destiny
(A story without a plot)
I’m just another island
Tattered by storms and wars
Lost and adrift at sea
(Is fate waiting on me?)
To shoot the flair towards the sky
To waive a white flag full mast
To make my surrender
(Beg for mercy from machines)
Are all of these ends predetermined
And is the wait it’s own torment
Light years away from the naked eye
Is there a supernova laying dormant
Pressure. Building. To Implode.
I’m holding a casting call
For mourners and lamenters
Send in your audition tapes
(Don’t call us, we’ll call you)
When I’m burning bridges
through these acts of impulse
Who will give a damn
(Enough about me, what about you)
To feedback on standby
To stay hungry through the fast
To delouse this splendor
(Salvation by any means)
Are all of these ends predetermined
And is the wait it’s own torment
Light years away from the naked eye
Is there a supernova laying dormant
Pressure. Building. To Implode.
Fear of complacency keeps me on my feet
And it’s clear my heart weeps for the unwilling
When the feeding hands have been gnawed to the bone
Why wouldn’t they starve the beast?
One of these days I won’t wake up
My soul burns for nothing at all
A sentient corpse looks up from below
My heart burns for no one at all
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8. |
Call to the Void
04:53
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I could end it all right this fucking second
An act of impulse, an infinite intermission
If only I could make a single decision
The pageantry of pleasantries are crushing, unforgiving
I'm answering a call
A call to the void
Rendering images of nothing more
I'm answering the door
A knock from silence
The tempting embrace of the calm
Don't tell me that this life will find meaning
I'm a product of my surroundings
Existence feels more absurd by the fucking minute
An act of tyranny, an opaque isolation
If only I could make a single connection
The pressures of modern life are defeating, unrelenting
I'm answering a call
A call to the void
Rendering images of nothing more
I'm answering the door
A knock from silence
The tempting embrace of the calm
Don't tell me about no goddamn hotline
When every line is a hard line there's only one way, out
Lay the tarp, a new day will dawn
Axial tilt will still cast a shadow over this ground
The heavenly bodies will continue to spin in magnificent ways
Perhaps I will be among them
Looking down upon it all
Where I will finally find a place that I belong
I'm answering a call
A call to the void
Rendering images of nothing more
I'm answering the door
A knock from silence
The tempting embrace of the calm
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9. |
The Last Ride
08:00
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Wasting away, can't fight against the decay
Each month delayed, every year is the same old replay
All down but nine, what has become of this life
It's all a lie... a safe place to always hide behind
The sky is burning and heaven is evacuating
The sky is caving under the weight of what they're craving
Embrace, Don’t hide...Grab the door and open wide
Embrace, Collide...push towards the other side
Dead men storm the night, on the last ride
Dead men storm the night, on their last ride
Won’t get out alive. Motivate your drive
Dead men storm the night, it's a lonely ride
Fight for your soul, don’t dig yourself a deeper hole
Just seize the day, release and take your breath away
To parts unknown, exhale the place that you call home
No roads are closed, be more than dates on a tombstone
Embrace, Don’t hide...Grab the door and open wide
Embrace, Collide...push towards the other side
Dead men storm the night, on the last ride
Dead men storm the night, on their last ride
Won’t get out alive. Motivate your drive
Dead men storm the night, it's our only ride
What's there to save, regret is waiting in the grave
In darkest nights, find the purpose and let it shine bright
What you want to be, take the dream and make reality
Make life the most, become a spirit and not the ghost
Dead men storm the night, on the last ride
Dead men storm the night, on their last ride
Won’t get out alive. Motivate your drive
Dead men storm the night, it's our last ride
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Tombstunner Grand Rapids, Michigan
Hailing from West Michigan, TOMBSTUNNER writes songs that force ugliness and beauty to fight for dominance over every moment. Southern fried riffs, soaring melodies, soul-drenched lyrics, and endless hooks that will only leave you wanting more. There’s a relentless energy that is undeniably felt both onstage and in their debut album, Call To The Void. Not safe for those with weak necks. ... more
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