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Modern Method smashes through the void of mainstream contemporary music with blunt, energetic songs that will cut you deep. Lyricist/songwriter/producer Simone
smashes through the void of with that will cut you deep. Lyricist/songwriter/producer an angst-filled social menace in her own right, turns perception with songs which depict and demolish a world where enjoyment and fun is at the and mindless mass-production for is clearly the norm. Simone's songs tell the tale of a humanoid's struggle to make sense of a world and
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Genre
Rock • Goth Rock
Charts
Peak #4,807
Peak in subgenre #239
Author
Simone Strangelove
Rights
2000
Uploaded
September 01, 2003
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MP3 3.8 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Lyrics
Broken dreams lie on the floor in a hasty disarray Promises unkept haunt my soul I wish they'd go away Dead hopes buried in my heart, a graveyard of past days No yesterday, no tomorrow, because there's no today I walk in the silent park, my music at my side The tones of sadness cannot cause a tear to be cried My heart is stone, my mind is aching, my soul a vacuum cold My silent anguish screams of pain never to be told (chrous) I lie on my weary back I stare into the cold night sky I feel like I could fall upwards How I wish that I could try Every cloud the roams the void A friend that left and went away Every light that rips the night sky A dream that had to die Every hour passes by And adds it's weight to my heart How long can I be this way Before it breaks me apart Everyone grew up around me Yet I remained the same I don't want to play anymore I juts don't understand this game The world evolves so quickly that I cannot be but dizzy The people here, they seem so distant, making me feel rather queasy Hours will pass and then I look around and realize The world to be is not my home, I see it in their eyes The things that I was taught both old and new do not apply The world that I once knew, it falls to peices as it dies How does one kneel so easily in reverence to the ways Of apathy and sourceless disdain in extremes of grey? (to chorus) I shudder to imaging what will happen to this race A liquid, a suspension, forced so by false disgrace Where the gods of ancient times are overshadowed by a debt A symbol of reliance on the monsters we have kept The hopes and dreams portrayed in this act of a play called life Are kept alive, but no one knows the awnsers as to why The visions of the future that some seem to hold so dear Are lost in screams for attention, too loud to lend an ear (to chorus x2)
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