1. |
War is War
03:44
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Lord have mercy on our souls
Our souls are up for bid
Oh come on, lord
Oh, lord have mercy
Oh, war is war
War is love
In honour of life
Oh, war is war
War is love
In honour of life
Lord have mercy on us all
God knows we don't
Oh come on, lord
Oh, lord have mercy
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2. |
Medicate
08:28
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We're a diseased people, sick in our heads
Reliant on drugs, all day stuck in bed
Our brains have gone bad
We're all always sad
Humanity's doom, it comes from the womb
There's something wrong with our minds
There's something wrong with our minds
No one can save us
No one can save us
Medicate me
Prescribe me fake happiness
I don't wanna say too much
I just wanna live
The truth is I don't know what's going on
I'll feel better in a week
If you medicate me
Can you feel it getting closer
Our collective break down
There's not enough medicine
To fix our broken minds
Anxieties and depressions
We're walking around blind
Medicate
Medicate me
Meds aren't helping, but what else can we do
Nothing seems to work, our minds need glue
We're all falling apart, humanity's through
I'd say it's been fun, but that isn't true
There's something wrong with our minds
There's something wrong with our minds
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3. |
Ascender
03:48
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I descend into the dark
To find you
Alone, the stars empty out
Left to the void
Crawling in the endless black
I fall
Listening for your voice
I'm coming
Deeper and darker
Your hell gets
Beneath your demons shines a light
Ascender, ascender
Times will not always be dark
Walk into tomorrow
Darkness coils
And pulls against you
Alone, the stars empty out
Left to the void
Your hands are bound by doubt
I’ll release you
Listening for your voice
I will find you
Deeper and darker
Your hell gets
Beneath your demons shines a light
Ascender, ascender
Times will not always be dark
Walk into tomorrow
I will find you
If it's the last thing I do
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4. |
Dream
03:18
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I wake up
Quarter to 9pm
The sun has fallen
My mind is blank
But I'm trying
So I dream tonight
Dream to fight
So I dream tonight
To fight my nightmares
So I dream tonight
I dream
The nightmares come
I see them
When I'm awake
So I dream
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5. |
Smoke and Mirrors
04:52
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Smoke and mirrors
Welcome to our delusion
It's all smoke and mirrors
It's an illusion
Smoke and mirrors
They always said we'd have control
They never said we'd lose our role
This is madness
Smoke and mirrors
Hmm, we're out our depth
Ooh, it's over our heads
Tell me baby, what's the point
Tell me baby, why do I live
Tell me baby, what's the point
Tell me baby, why do I live
Control is an illusion
Society's collusion
We're born in graves
The end of our time
No one warned us
It's the end of the line
Tell me baby, what's the point
Tell me baby, why do I live
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6. |
Factory Girl
04:31
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As I went out walking
One fine summer morning
The birds in the bushes
Did whistle and sing
The lads and the lassies
In couples were courting
Going back to the factory
Their work to begin
I spied one among them
She was fairer than most
Her cheeks like the red rose
That blooms in the spring
Her hair like the lily
That grows in yon valley
She was only a hard working
Factory Girl
I slept long beside her more closely to feel her
She says my young man
Don't stare at me so
I said I've got gold in my buckets
And silver as well
No more shall you answer
That factory call
Now the years have gone passed
From the days of our youth
Our home is now teeming
With children at play
Life goes on in the village
You can still hear the whistle
Hey there goes the lad
With his factory girl
You can still hear the sound of the factory call
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7. |
Violence of the Night
08:50
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Stare into the night
Always wondered what's
Behind the dark
Tear the night sky down
Facing myself in a tunnel of dark
The truth is haunting, its left its mark
I don't know where to go from here
I'll go deeper, deeper
Deeper into my stratosphere
Falling in my black mind
Mapping out the tunnels of insanity
Deeper into the violence of the night
I have regrets that have shaped me
The lord oughta have me crucified
Oh hell, oh hell, oh hell, my own hell
Tell me there is something not quite - right with you
Haven't you realized? Don't you know you should die?
Time to say goodbye
It's the end of the line
Hold a candle to the dark
Shine a light on who I am
There's nothing there for me to love
There's nothing here for anyone
Violence of the night
Violence of my mind
Everything is in pieces
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8. |
Something to Believe In
03:13
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They walk to the beat
One two and three
Walking dead men
Without souls
Without goals
Without anything
They walk to the beat
One two and three
Walking dead men
Going nowhere
The end of the line was a mile back
Soul searching for something to believe in
I cannot compute
Soul searching for something to believe in
I: what am I?
The seas have gone still
They’ve lost their shine
Sinking dreams
Without souls
Without goals
Without anything
The water is too heavy
They sink like stone
Without souls
They’re going nowhere
The shore was a whole world back
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9. |
What Have You Done
05:08
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There's a grave with nameless bodies
The brave, the slaves, of endless follies
The earth churns, it pulls, it's opening below
What have you done
In four generations our memory gone
Everything we've done lost
Lost to dawn
Where have we all gone
Who remembers us
What's the meaning of my life
What's the meaning of art
We're shooting for the stars
But we're footnotes in a memoir
Why are we alive
Why oh why
What have I done that's worth remembering
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10. |
Closure
04:08
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Living
Without a heart
Its hurt
From the start
The darkness
Inside of me
There's someone
I'd rather be
Closure
Is what I need
Closure
I've no more to bleed
The dreamcatcher
Stole the good dreams
The juggernaut
Could not sleep
I'm sorry
I have no more to give
I told the truth here
Instead of lying
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Cinderheart Montreal, Québec
The Montreal collective is prog rock, bluesy and psychedelic. Their sound is heavy yet accessible, soulful yet dark.
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