BELL DRIVE PRESENTS... All sounds made, played and recorded by Ben Roque ben.belldrive@gmail.com "The Loud Room" There's been a murder somebody else is here too the light's out again my candle's all gone, this won't take long and I never needed anyone for long now I'm not the only one locked in a house of mirrors the windows all wrong my clothes are still on, my guns are drawn I hear in the dark a voice that knows me well you're not you until you stop trying to be I held up a home and stood on the roof as it fell the people inside with no place to hide, they took their time they laughed until I lost my goddamn mind so I made up a ghost and I chased him to where he was born my hammer in hand I haunted the land, I steal just what I am and I've never been where I never came from "Saint Mary's Ax (I get it now)" I spent a long time looking for you and I conclude that my eyes are better off being used for anything else your words are walls with too many sides and I confuse them as one you're taking up all my time deciding who's you don't get backed into a corner now, I get it now well, meeting you was all there is to you I'm safe and sound inside a theater where movies are made silent one reel I'm put to death for being seen cathedral spires are gathering clouds, the sleeping people conspire the entrance is made of bones and I'm under the hill a hundred hands, an eye tattooed on every one, I get it now well, meeting you was all there is to you killing stars in the act of love, in the land of living skies memory serves an enemy, I get it now well, meeting you was all there is to you "The Last Stand" The last stand left an unconscious man and it's been raining since then. Visions of the flood had been seen by his widow and orphan, their eyes scarlet. A face in the water, silence roars from the mouth of hell, like hell roaring from their twisted mouths. The loved one locked himself in a church with ashes staining the glass. Outside there was nobody left, houses abandoned, tables still set. Darkness was standing, weaving in on itself through you. Do you ever trust the light of day? I'm ready to face someone I was. I'm ready to let myself become, as long as I keep these walls from talking to you. Do you ever have to feel this way? "Weapons" Pull over the car I'm going to be sick after all I've seen, is this true to you how everyone seems to believe that choices can be made the same way you were made to be load up a moment with your hints and sudden simplicity your weapons take me where I go Tell yourself you sleep willingly to set fire to your dream so someone wakes up in your place load up a movement with your brick wall tendencies graffiti crawls across the street your weapons will take me off to sleep tonight the morning comes for you skulls in the ashes talk instead of clouds inside my head is this true to you "Wearing a house" Take off what you'll say and close the door a burning window shows the little world that came rushing in chandelier like a tear drops on the audience saw headlines hide your face and a failed saint hits the ground with all memories erased it's a likely place we are it's a simple place to go where everything shows and here we are you wear houses of costumes in a naked room I get the feeling I'm made up when you look at me it feels like surgery someone else is under your tombstone I felt the daylight you let inside me, the sky's raining down glass teeth but what do you sound like when there's no one to be? it's a likely place we are it's a simple place to go where everything shows and here we are someone else is under your tombstone