Very unique style of playing rock. Truly exceptional and gothic.
A song by my band. We are called The 12 Lies:
https://www.facebook.com/the12lies
verse 1:
The only thing I've grown to count on
Will last until I am far gone
It's a distant noise I hear
which I have grown to fear
though the noise may fade away
its presence will always stay
pre-chorus:
Why do I
chorus:
Why do I cry in the face of time
knowing the last whimper will not be mine
verse 2:
Grim faces of the past
arise from shadows light has cast
seized by the hidden hand
forced to fill the sand
one of them is screaming for me
hoping I'll set them free
The constant screams of fear
turns in to the noise I hear
Alternate verse 1
The only thing I've grown to count on
Will last until I am far gone
It's a distant noise I hear
which I have grown to fear
though the noise may fade away
it's torment will always stay
Very unique style of playing rock. Truly exceptional and gothic.
Please contact me if you would like to use this in a project. We can discuss the details.