Absinthe - Trip - Chaos Cut - V2

Описание: Absinthe - Trip - Chaos Cut - V2

Our favorite Alternate Out-take of each song from the recording session mixes of the original album.

Track 14 from the album : Absinthe - Sophisticated Chaos - Redux

The album is a fusion of Thrash Metal, Power Metal, Alternative Metal,
Symphonic Metal, Groove Metal and Post-Grunge.

Lyrics, Vocals, Melody, Riffs, Beats and Flow written and stemmed by Absinthe.

Then uploaded and mixed through engineering software..
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Trip - Chaos Cut

Lyrics :

Pretty rainbows bending around those shooting stars in your mind,
Those imperfect colors descending...
Behind the veil you can never tell what you'll find,
A soft shoe shuffle of memories...
Dreams and schemes and all those lost things you've long left behind,
That harvest moon behind your eyes keeps ascending...
See how It illuminates the state of decay in your life,
Such an artful dodger of pontification and pretending...
That there is nothing hidden behind that truth forbidden
Sweet unspoken words of a guilt ridden too perfect smile ;

She's got great expectations of answers revealed,
Which fork in the road could finally lead her up that hill,
Too many conversations and slick back alley deals
That never led to any satisfaction or just one fulfilling thrill,
Dancing on the edge it's so easy to break and slip
And fall right through the abject circumstance and quickly lose your grip,
The color of the pills makes no difference once they've spilt
The either or was deemed irrelevant in the same answer they all give,
Just a placebo of the proverb you'll only get back what you put in
And since you never knew any of the answers
another question is all you'll get ;

Watch her realize with glazed over eyes and down the wall she slowly slides
Overwhelmed by this waste of time and sick sweet pointless trick of life
She really never got a taste of it.

Girl is such a trip :

Pretty visions floating above his head in this last night
Angry voices sing a lullaby...
The colors hurt but beautifully beheld in this half-light
Windsong flowing through his golden hair...
Its whispered secrets searching for a way inside,
Angels to the left and Reapers to the right
Push and pull back and forth as he holds their hands equally tight,

He's got perfect pitch and knows how to serenade,
Mushroom licked and sugar dipped a honey trap he can't escape,
So full of illusions but empty as an open grave
The exquisite contradiction of a poet's heart with nothing to say,
And how does it feel when the numb begins to fade,
All the pills and potions failed to show you the way
Back to the future of the past where you stay
Under a sky of broken promises that you'd find your way one day...

He drifts away,

Now watch him realize with glazed over eyes
and down that hill he slowly slides,
Overwhelmed by this waste of time and sick sweet pointless joke of life
He never really got the gist of it...

Boy is such a trip :

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T. Russell Morris

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