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Violent Love

by The Red Threat

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1.
Verses 03:05
I'll just spill out my guts to the cynics. They're held together by the threads of a dream. I'll write the words to my own damn book so the world can sing back to me. I'm drunk, or just a little tired. These days it's hard to tell, but things are going well. Hello Friend, have you met my wife? We both work jobs that we hate but we're getting by. At least my dreams are cheap. They're all I have, so they have to be. I'm on the roof of America and all I can do is yell. I'm on the roof of America hiding from this fear of hell. Everyone I love thinks that I'm a poet 'cause I made them up when times got tough. It's a side effect of giving up. Hello Friend, have you seen my wife? She left me 10 years back and I never said goodbye. 'Cause when I do, she's gone. I'll know I'm all alone. My selective compassion has brought me to question my hearts dereliction. Forgive me, I'm feeling drunk. Or just a little tired, these days it's hard to tell if things are going well. On the roof of America. Everyone I love thinks that I'm a poet 'cause I made them up when times got tough. It's a side effect of giving up.
2.
Lost Cause 03:23
Our disguise consists of the shadows of a world we won't transcend. 'Cause even lions in sheep's clothing are just mammals in the end. So call me a lost cause, but I don't need advice from above to know I'll be ruined by love. When I feel afraid, I know it's just doubt, it goes away. 'Cause by the second bottle we'll look happy again. Our disguise consists of the shadows of a world we won't transcend. 'Cause I'm a lions in sheep's clothing. I'm just a mammal in the end. So call me a lost cause, but I don't need advice from above to know I'll be ruined by love. When I feel afraid, I know it's just doubt, it goes away. 'Cause by the second bottle we'll look happy again. But maybe I'm wrong. I'm not forgiven but I'm moving on. So my hands to protect me from crucifying everyone I love. When I feel afraid, I know it's just doubt, it goes away. 'Cause by the second bottle we'll get drunk and pretend; naked together, we're happy again. When I feel afraid, I know it's just doubt, it goes away. 'Cause by the second bottle we'll look happy again. I once dreamt of God's embrace as he looked down from his nest. Tears upon his face, regret within his breast. Guilty at my feet, he begged for my forgiveness. No.
3.
Standing on giants, I see the sun. It's all I need to make me believe we're struggling on our own. Remember when you said everything I love is dead? These days, you trust your mind just enough to stay awake. So if he ever shows, tell God I've let him go. I've seen the beauty inside the world. Yet still I believe, the image in me is nobody's but my own. I'm not a victim, I've made this bed. Everything I love is dead. These days, you trust your mind just enough to stay awake. So if he ever shows, tell God I've let him go. I've let him go. You practice what they preach, not what you think. Follow him, but don't question your faith. You've been waiting long to meet him face to face. But ask yourself, just ask yourself. Were you saved by his son? Or innocent since day one. All along. Remember when you said? Everything I love is dead. These days, you trust your mind just enough to stay awake. So if he ever shows, tell God I've let him go. I'm not a victim, I've made this bed. Everything I love is dead. So if he ever shows, tell God I've let him go.
4.
Crossbones 03:01
Come closer. Let's drink like we're young. I'm constantly scared, but your body looks safe; at least for tonight, and my head's in a bad place. So raise up this glass from our hearts. To Forgetting who we are. Carve your heart and make some room for two, and I'll pretend that I'm consumed by you. The Sun is rising, I'll be leaving soon. I'll sing about it, but resent the tune. Come closer, I live for you touch. I'll swallow my pride, wash it down with a drink and brag that you're mine while my world keeps on spinning. I'm tortured by nights at this bar, finding solace in the dark. (just fall into these arms) So raise up this glass from our hearts. To Forgetting who we are. Carve your heart and make some room for two, and I'll pretend that I'm consumed by you. The Sun is rising, I'll be leaving soon. I'll sing about it, but resent the tune. 'Cause I'm a torturous soul. Tell me that I was wrong. Oh baby, I'm a torturous soul. And maybe I knew that all along. Just raise up this glass from your heart. I'll raise up this glass from my heart. We'll raise up this glass from our hearts. To forgetting who are. Carve your heart and make some room for two, and I'll pretend that I'm consumed by you. The Sun is rising, I'll be leaving soon. I'll sing about it, but resent the tune. 'Cause I'm a torturous soul. Tell me that I was wrong. Oh baby, I'm a torturous soul. And maybe I knew that all along.
5.
Grateful 03:02
My reservations as an artist grow. Can't seem to find the words to put this together. My contributions are sporadic and slow. And all I'm hearing are the ideas of others. All I've accomplished won't amount to much. Those years of struggle feel like wasted emotion. My overconfidence is merely a crutch to hide a feeling of impending self destruction. Here I am at 22, feeling like I've sold my soul to promises so self construed. Despite my vices, I am grateful. I thought that solitude would serve me well. Maybe I'd find a way to gain some perspective. But all it did was bring me closer to hell. My own self loathing acting as a directive. I'm not some fucking consolation prize. But at my worst I can be quite confrontational. At least in writing, I could say that I tried. Unlike the effort in my claims to forgive your bullshit alibi. Here I am at 22, feeling like I've sold my soul to promises so self construed. Despite my vices, I am truly grateful. So I'll accept this hidden cliche, and spill my heart out on this page. You won't ever forget my name. Here I am at 22, feeling like I've sold my soul to promises so self construed. Despite my vices, I am truly grateful. Despite my vices, I am grateful.
6.
Drowning 03:12
I felt like I was falling, in desperate need of help. In a place so unfamiliar, I tried to find myself. I took a chance on a life that defied my expectations. Any fickle explanation couldn't justify this route. Thought my body ached, my mind was strong and full of inspiration and my soul had resonated with love. This isn't me. I'm letting go of everyone I love. I've been so wrong, and I've been letting ambitions drift away. You said I needed to consider your beliefs. That pursuing alienation is as lonely as it seems. I felt the sting of doubt as you judged the life I crave. But if I'm my father's son, then you know why I feel afraid. Though my body ached, my mind was strong and full of inspiration. And my soul had resonated with love. This isn't me. I'm letting go of everyone I love. I've been so wrong, and I've been letting ambitions drift away. But I'm nothing but the victim, yeah I'm nothing but the victim of cheap beer and love songs. My heart's with those who know they're drowning. You said this won't be easy. I said I'd take my time. you said this won't be easy. I said, This isn't me. I'm letting go of everyone I love. I've been so wrong, and I've been letting ambitions drift away. But I'm nothing but the victim, yeah I'm nothing but the victim of cheap beer and love songs. My heart's with those who know they're drowning.
7.
Take all I am: ignoring the burden of terrible words left unsaid. The man you remember's been gone since November and left you his shadow instead. I feel like a ghost in my skin. I'm riddled with sin. I'm a liar, I'm selfish, I'm weak. Because god built an ark and left Noah in charge while he flooded the men like me clean. (I've got some friends) Yet I still feel alive. I may be misguided, but maybe thats why we exist. To search for ourselves inside somebody else, and then blame them for lives that we've missed. I'm so full of love. You can't take that from me. I spent half my life being told to slow down, when progression is all that I need. I've got some friends that I haven't met. We live with a weight thats bared on our necks. Yet I still keep your heart close inside of this chest. It meant more to that boy, and more to this man than they'll ever get. Oh, You got what you wanted except for this sad, sad song. I've got some friends that I haven't met. We live with a weight thats bared on our necks. Yet I still keep your heart close inside of this chest. It meant more to that boy, and more to this man than they'll ever get. You can build your house of cards and I'll watch as they tumble down onto the floor. While I mend this broken heart, reminisce how destructive faith was to us both.
8.
Nine to Five 03:44
I remember nine to five broke me down and made me see, I am strong as i had hoped, or claimed to be. I am not cut from your cloth, I'm sewn by every soul I meet and stained by love. I'm free. Maybe I'm afraid to know why my words won't help me sleep. Made a home inside of my head, left the rent for me. I am not measured by cost, I'm purposefully lost. And I'm stained by love, I'm free. I'll never be a ghost I'm not afraid to know that I am not going to see you this way again. I've been missing home too much. It's got me worrying out loud. Caught up within comfort's trap and the pity you've been handing out. I'm driven by thought and purposefully lost. And I'm stained by love, I'm free. I'll never be a ghost I'm not afraid to know that I am not going to see you again. I remember nine to five broke me down and made me see, I am strong as i had hoped, or claimed to be. We are not measured by cost, we're purposefully lost. And we're stained by love, we're free. I'll never be a ghost I'm not afraid to know that I am not going to see you again. I remember nine to five broke me down and made me see, I am strong as i had hoped, or claimed to be. We are not cut from your cloth, we're purposefully lost. And we're stained by love, we're free.
9.
Duality 02:58
I'm crafting this love with the sleight of my hand. Conduced to emotions that sift out like sand. These feelings were forged in a state of self-loathing and still don't compare to the harm I'm composing. This burning obsession is hard to conceal. Consumed by your love while my wounds never heal. So hold me and tell me that you're being honest. The balance I crave's been reduced to a promise. I am merely a fragment of my former self. You're all that I need to escape from this hell. Ill use you for pleasure without reservations, just take me away from my own. My conscience was left on the floor by your clothes. Conceding to lust, I've become what I loath. I'm callous, I'm selfish, I've lost whats important. I'm filling my heart while my should remains dormant. So on my word, I will rebuild every bridge that I have burned. I will change for her, and promise to hold up the weight of every word. But promises keep me from feeling alive, so I'm letting habits and instinct collide. Just know that I'm lying when I say you're all that I need tonight.
10.
Violent Love 04:06
I'm not defined by faith. My motivations stem from my mistakes and restless love. I'll struggle with that weight, and cleanse myself because I can't relate with preaching sons. I'm apathetic when singing love songs 'cause imitation won't bring us peace. We're alienated from our dreams. Bound to this ending, I'm changing what my story's about. With every cadence medicated by doubt. Yet my redemption isn't making a sound, any sound. I used to lie awake. The radio consoled me as it played, so I sang along. With that curious congregation, bound by our false consolation. Were we wrong to think we'd find ourselves within a song? I'm apathetic when singing love songs 'cause imitation won't bring us peace. We're alienated from our dreams. Bound to this ending, I'm changing what my story's about. With every cadence medicated by doubt. Yet my redemption isn't making a sound, any sound. I'll take my time and stitch my burdens within every single line. I'll take my time and pacify this violent life. Everyone was wrong about me. Everyone was wrong. (This Violent Love) With our voices, we'll shatter the world with a violent love. Everyone was wrong about me. Everyone was wrong.

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released November 18, 2014

Engineered and mixed by Quinn Cyrankiewicz at QuinnCMusic. Mastered by Stu Mckillop at rain city recorders. Produced by Daniel Carriere and The Red Threat.

All songs written and performed by The Red Threat

The Red Threat is:

Ty Elgie - Vocals
Tyson Morrie - Bass
Quinn Cyrankiewicz - Guitar/Vocals
Evan Watson - Guitar/Vocals
Brent Rodgers - Drums

Additional Vocals on track 5 by Derek Hoffman
Additional Vocals on tracks 7, 9 and 10 by Kayla Patrick.

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