Race To The Bottom

Drifter, Heartsounds

Contributors
Guitars, Vocals: Laura Nichol
Guitars, Vocals: Ben Murray
Drums: Trey Derbes
Bass: Kyle Camarillo
Lyrics

Watch the temperature rise.
This is nothing I can control, nothing I can hide.
Every inner fiber aches for the warmth of what's inside.
And as I shed my skin, I'm born again
A regeneration of human sin.
And this lure of flesh is like a rush of death,
It awakens a sickness and resurrects
The lowest throes buried deep in my bones,
I'm a slave to the marrow that lusts to control.

Can't you hear it now?
My guilty conscience playing on repeat.
So sweet is the sound of shameful defeat.
And though I swore I'd conquer this disease,
A biological war still rages inside of me,
Like a fire that begs on it's knees for more kerosene.

My past mistakes reoccur in spades,
They never falter, no, they never stray,
Comfort to control, convince to maintain,
This depraved path, like a transparent mask,
Reveals everything I wish I lacked,
Take it all in one more time,
I might never come back.

Can't you hear it now?
My guilty conscience playing on repeat.
So sweet is the sound of shameful defeat.
And though I swore I'd conquer this disease,
A biological war still rages inside of me,
Like a fire that begs on it's knees for more kerosene.

Artist Bio

Heartsounds

Heartsounds

Progressing on their sophomore follow-up album to their 2010 Epitaph debut Until We Surrender, Heartsounds reach a new level of maturity and diversity without holding ...

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