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Mourning
03:36
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Cutting up your poison
On a mirror of broken glass.
Ignore the shards that reflect
The image of the man you’ve grown to be.
A token of disregard
For anyone that might want you alive.
Falling backwards into the black
Suffer through, pull yourself from the edge.
Falling backwards into the black.
Dancing back and forth
upon the fading line of your own consciousness, escaping reality.
Preserving memories in attempt to find a cure for all our mourning, drifting away.
Fill your veins,
cure your pain.
Preserving memories to find a cure for all our mourning.
Dancing back and forth
upon the fading line of your own consciousness, escaping reality.
Preserving memories in attempt to find a cure for all our mourning.
Now I live with the grief.
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2. |
Nothing
01:44
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Glance in my direction
Contest your own reflection
I’d drag you down to hell where you belong
But your grave would hinder me
Your grave would hinder me
Devoted your time until I gave you mine but what are you owed?
Nothing
What is your worthless carcass owed?
Nothing. Fucking nothing.
Hang you and cut you open
Catch a glimpse of my reflection
In the pool of blood that forms beneath your feet
Dead. Fucking dead
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3. |
Rain
03:26
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We purge ourselves
Of the filth we gathered in our time apart
Aim your fine tuned words directly at my vacant beating heart
Forever embedded in your head
We stand beneath storms
In attempt to rinse our skin
We call upon the rain to wash away
All of our unwelcomed mistakes
Absently procuring all the air around us
In hopes that it will fit into our lungs
Devoted to the sequence to drain my veins
Your breath will grace my body once again
(We stand beneath storms)
Guard your heart from gaining a sense
That leads your eyes
To gaze back into mine
We stand beneath storms in attempt to rinse our skin
We call upon the rain to wash away all of our unwelcomed mistakes
Forever embedded in your head
This lucid home will fit me well
Forever in your head
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4. |
Dagger
02:52
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Seeking shelter form the sharpened dagger words of one another
I feel the cadence of your beating heart
Dig your nails into my flesh
And direct me to the truth as I digress
Paralyzed by every syllable that stitch my lips together
Tie my limbs around my throat
And watch me disappear
But can we both go back
To the way things were before I fell
Before you wish my soul farewell
I wish I were a better man, for you I hope I prove I can
Lift myself up and get this right
I’ll work my fingers to the bone
I feel you slip away
I feel you slipping
Four crescent moons engraved in my palms
From all the time spent lifting me up above the flames
When I press my palms into my eyes
I sometimes see right through them
Forgive me for my absence
For I have grown transparent
After hell I didn’t know where we’d be
But you’re still here standing next to me
I think I’ve finally figured it out
For you I’ll work my fingers to the bone
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5. |
Misgiver
02:56
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Condemned to trespass
In my new skeleton
Let my lungs decay, and wash myself away
Sew my skin to the floor
And watch my soul drain my skull
Please just let me see
This moral man I’m supposed to be
Constantly searching for something to mourn
I am my own misgiver
Press my pale flesh against the glass as hard as you can
So you can see through both of us again
Cast me away for you know I am not worthy of your memory
Cast me away
Please just let me see this moral man I’m supposed to be
Please just let me see
Press my pale flesh against the glass
And watch the shards pierce my fucking arms
Then spell out your name amongst the scars
Pour your soul into the empty whole
That mine once filled
Inject my veins with the life that I require but only enough to get me by
For I must soon learn to catch myself when I fall of that cliff
For I’ve fallen again
I’ve fallen
Again
Cast me away
For you know I am not worthy
Of your memory
See my skin to the floor and watch my soul drain out my skull
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6. |
Spent
03:08
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Two decades spent trying to find my place in unfamiliar comfort
trying to find out why my hands still shake, amongst my absent nervous breaks
A devotion made of stone, one by which I will not break
And I swear to god that I won’t make the same mistakes
And at the end of it all
Our graves will be dug
In the same soil of this hell we call home
And maybe if you set me aflame
My wounds would cauterize
So burn a whole in my skin
And let the rest catch fire
And I’ve been trying to find a way
To escape From my state of decay
And I long for the day
I don’t need anyone to convince me
I’m getting better
And maybe I am
My life in the making
I will die living
Two decades spent trying to find my place
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Stasis Kelowna, British Columbia
Ferocious and intense, Stasis has been making waves around their local scene. Blending styles of the metal-core
genre
from classic acts such as Killswitch Engage, Poison the Well and Misery
Signals, to new-wave bands comparable to Counterparts, The Ghost Inside and Being As An Ocean.
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