Scolds Bridle from Scolds Bridle by Razorhouse
Tracklist
5. | Scolds Bridle | 5:58 |
Lyrics
Scolds Bridle
Cauterize the bone, leave it on the fire
tell her your not home, tell her your a liar
And you won’t be at the after party
And you won’t be, in the car
All the wrong in the world I see
All the wrong that I own
Dedicate and own possession of the fire
are your thoughts your own
when all you loves on trial
And you won’t be in the commissary
And you won’t be…at all
When your lost dreams
seem secondary
as your breath stalls …in the dawn
in the dizzy parabolic
of this carnival of pain
in distracted affectation
she invokes
your Christian name
in the brining of your senses
and your broken skin attire
we are reaching our conclusions
we are reaching thru the fire
we are dancing on a wire
we are calling out the gods
we wanna see
we wanna feel
we wanna be real
Disconnect the phone, tear at all your wires
go outside alone in search of your desires
And you can’t be
where they’d rather have you
And you won’t go
unknown
how the world seems
so ordinary
how the world seems
unkind
in the eyes of the forgotten
in the cues of guilt and hope
we will bind your broken bones
and lash your heart with sailors rope
In the war to define meaning
an the conscript misanthropes
these boundaries that contain us
and the fear of letting go
how we destroy
the things we love
in all our best intentions
no instructions from above
we wanna see
we wanna feel
we wanna be real
Credits
Razorhouse:
Mark Panick -Vocals, Guitar, Keyboards
Curtis Ruptash - Bass (BassKase, Peabody & Sherman)
David Suycott - Drums, synths (Stabbing Westward, Machines of Loving Grace)
Mark Coutts – Guitar (Sport of Kings, Chac Mool)
Jeff Harris - Guitar (Joy Thieves, The Human Element)
Produced by Mark Panick & John Hiler
Mixed John Hiler