Name: Filter
Channel: Supercell
Description: this song sounds like a three dollar whore being turned inside out.

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this song sounds like a three dollar whore being turned inside out.

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Supercell

Like taking a crack hit, high on acid, while crashing a car.

Since the day of "that which we never speak", the assembled knew we were chosen for the "task". By His grace it shall come to be.

Song Info

Genre

Rock • Folk Rock

Charts

Peak #402

Peak in subgenre #25

Author

Supercell

Rights

2004

Uploaded

February 08, 2005

Track Files

MP3

MP3 4.7 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00

Story behind the song

A girl motivated me to write this, after a hella long break up.  We are still breaking up.  She can't kiss me without saying it doesn't mean anything...

Lyrics

As far as I can see, losing you should lead to changes.  Rather than force-feed me, wanting more is what dreams are made of.  The subtlties of mean, when all I love has been placed in cages.  We get what we're wishing, then flee the scene to circumvent the madness.  From worn out hopes to greener pastures.  Intent means everything.  So evil lies beyond our f*** ed up actions.  

chorus:
Filter out my influence
you'll find- closed minds-so blind
and blissful in their ignorance.
No way- to guage- the mask
It wraps around your true intent
I played your game-in vain- and chunks of time
they fall away...

Finding a way to leave when I still love her
to the glass my mind was pressed
fighting the need to be the one she has beside her
The war inside my head ain't over yet

As far as I can see- there's no fate-only expectations.  All this clarity- sharpens the mind and hightens senses.  Relaxed meandering, resulting in another angle.  And taking on some blame, and understanding motivating factors.
But what becomes of the things that happened?  Resentment's re-released.  Now your bound to blame me for the past, yes.

Chorus

I struggle against the current as it grows colder.  Progress comes, but hard as hell.  I know that I'm incomplete when I live my life for her.  Things that had been blurry start to clear.

Mistakes, cascade, into an avalanch of my regrets.
My faith, misplaced, I must make it right or die trying.

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