Bassem Sabry

Album: Aureate Gloom (2015)
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  • Look at our electric guitars
    And, if not for the good people weeping
    All we'd hear is sounds of our horses dying
    But I'm not 'bout to start crying about it

    It must be fairly normal
    To devolve into cycloptic brooding
    As the genocidal massacres you rubbed
    Over some perceived sedition
    Insecurities of men messing everything up again

    (Oh, a show wrote in sparrow in the gales, only)

    I'll never follow no kind of master's voice
    The mutinous tramp of cold voltage crucifixion is my conduit

    I just watched my hero fail
    Now I'm in a dark and violent funk
    Every leader is a cellophane punk
    If you hear me say "yeah!" (Yeah!)
    "Yeah!" (Yeah!) "Yeah!" (Yeah!) "Yeah!" (Yeah!)

    There must be a softer vision that you could kick to
    In this aureate gloom, I assume
    Both sides are embarrassingly backwards in their thinking
    Bearing no one to side with, none I want to defend

    (So the mute-minded search, silly in love)

    People disappear on the wrong side of this revolution
    When they resurface, there's a black hole in their skull
    People disappear on the wrong side of this revolution
    When they'll return, all their childhood memories are dead

    I'll never follow no kind of master's voice
    The mutinous tramp of cold vulture crucifixion is my conduit

    I just watched my hero fail
    Now I'm in a dark and violent funk
    Every leader is a cellophane punk
    If you hear me say "yeah!" (Yeah!)
    "Yeah!" (Yeah!) "Yeah!" (Yeah!) "Yeah!" (Yeah!)

    I'll never follow no kind of master's voice
    The mutinous tramp of cold voltage crucifixion is my conduit

    I just watched my hero fail
    Now I'm in a dark and violent funk
    Every leader is a cellophane punk
    If you hear me say "yeah!" (Yeah!)
    "Yeah!" (Yeah!) "Yeah!" (Yeah!) "Yeah!" (Yeah!)

    Yeah!

    I believe in witches
    I believe in you
    I believe in witches
    I believe in you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you

    I believe in witches
    I believe in you
    I believe in witches
    I believe in you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you Writer/s: KEVIN BARNES
    Publisher: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
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