Egy kiváló nóta, egy nagyon jó amerikai bandától. Stílusilag talán a Tool és az A Perfect Circle nevű zenekarokra hajaz. Persze nem 100%-osan koppintják, de felfedezhetőek a stílusjegyek. Zúzós részek keverednek az akusztikus részekkel, és ezt mi nagyon szeretjük. Szöveg is jó, sőt...
Csak a nóta:
Live (sajna nem perfekt minőség, de perfektben le lehet szedni a fenti linkről. :-))
Szöveg:
Summers Lost
Lie to me,
Say you were wrong,
Like you have, too many times
And ill believe its not my fault
like i have too much time
So, hear me now boy, stay alive
Cuz thats the way it should go
Would your maker have opend your eyes if he preferred them closed?
To feel the weight of summers lost.
Id love to have you here,
and all the times we've ever crossed
It was just to keep you here.
To try to be somthing you are not, like i have for you and promised to.
I know well get through this and wont let you do it.
So Stop, and make believe that im not wrong
Cuz if i was we'd all be gone.
Nights without end seem to bleed into days. Try to forget that it turned out this way. I wear the mark of the perminant stain. Not accidently, i cursed gods good name I am, still mortified yet believed in a way
That when my days are done
well be in the same plane.
With winters mean brimstone I set sail for Euphrates, All i can say is its a god
DAMN SHAME!
Just to feel the pain of summers loss. Id love to have new years and all the times ive missed. My loss its just to keep you here
Just to keep you..
Say you were wrong,
Like you have, too many times
And ill believe its not my fault
like i have too much time
So, hear me now boy, stay alive
Cuz thats the way it should go
Would your maker have opend your eyes if he preferred them closed?
To feel the weight of summers lost.
Id love to have you here,
and all the times we've ever crossed
It was just to keep you here.
To try to be somthing you are not, like i have for you and promised to.
I know well get through this and wont let you do it.
So Stop, and make believe that im not wrong
Cuz if i was we'd all be gone.
Nights without end seem to bleed into days. Try to forget that it turned out this way. I wear the mark of the perminant stain. Not accidently, i cursed gods good name I am, still mortified yet believed in a way
That when my days are done
well be in the same plane.
With winters mean brimstone I set sail for Euphrates, All i can say is its a god
DAMN SHAME!
Just to feel the pain of summers loss. Id love to have new years and all the times ive missed. My loss its just to keep you here
Just to keep you..
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