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Hanging On

by ARRAS

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1.
Bloom 02:45
I need to catch my breath, I need to set my pace I try to find my way, but the sky has never felt so empty Need to find my place, something other than an early grave. Beaten into the ground, cut your tongue on the thorns Dreams used to taste so sweet, now they hang over my head So I'll choke down the smoke, come to grips with reality And shed the dead weight Can't shed the dead parts of me, can't kill off what haunts me Suck the life right out of me, l'll be just fine I look for inner peace, always grasping, always missing If everything is meant to be, why do I feel so caught? If everything is meant to be, maybe it's fucking not Can't shed the dead parts of me, can't shake off all that haunts me Nothing, but endless gloom Beaten into the ground, cut your tongue on the thorns Dreams used to taste so sweet, now they hang over my head So I'll choke down the smoke, come to grips with reality And shed the dead weight Shed my old skin, shed the dead weight and Bloom.
2.
Clouded 02:54
This is the revelation of our time, and we are blind to the way the world suffers by our hand We are the fucking curse, we are the fucking cure And it depresses me to know that this is our legacy. A harsh light we've yet to acknowledge Clouded eyes that will never adjust I can feel the corruption around me, Brought to my knees by the weight that I bare We can't just stand idly by as we watch the walls of our world torn down by the hands of our peers. With blank stares and our knees growing week, We stumble into our graves and rot, we are the waste Lifeless We are the waste Lifeless This is the revelation of our time, And we are blind to the way the world suffers by our hand We are the fucking curse, we are the fucking cure. And it depresses me to know that this is our legacy. I hold so much hate for this world, But I'm no stranger to my own depravity I am as guilty as the next, as guilty as the last
3.
I've got my grip, I said I'd never let go With white knuckles, I'm feeling weak again I hardly ever feel a thing, but when I do it's there for weeks A constant mist of uncertainty I wear this fucking smile as to not disturb the one across your face I am so fucking selfish for bringing you down with me (down with me) And if I weren't here, things may seem less grey But the days go on and on and on And so do I I'm just a fucking coward I need to find the peace in myself I need to find my place in this hell (place in this hell) I've got my grip, I said I'd never let go With white knuckles, I'm feeling weak again I've got my grip, I said I'd never let go Grab ahold of what i know is true If i weren't here, things may seem less grey But the days go on and on And so do I

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released August 15, 2016

Recorded at Windogo Studios.
windogostudios.com

Mixed and mastered at 456 Recordings
www.456recordings.com

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