i'm slowly sinking Letra

Slowly Sinking - 4ft Fingers

Addicted To Smothered Throats - Abysmal Torment

Lead Me To Rest - Acappella

For All The Lost - Aesthetic Perfection

Bleeding Moon - Age Of Nemesis

Let Some Air In - Alain Clark

Hey there, girl, here's a little song for you

Keep in mind that it's only my words

I want to tell you a little bit about meI was once lost, gone from the centre

Couldn't tell what direction I was going in

Followed the signs of another man's promise

Yeah, another man's promiseOh, I turned to the outside for answers

But I knew I could only find within

And the question grew like a cancer

Making my mind and my body limpI wish there was a backway out

I wish there was a backway out!I turn to the mirror to find me

Then close my eyes again

Then I open the window behind me

And let some air inHeld my breath as I swam to the surface

The higher I got, the stronger the current

I was so afraid that I'd drown

As I was slowly sinking back downI looked to the sky for the answers

That I knew I could only find within

And I put all my hopes in tomorrow

As I didn't know where to beginI wish there was a backway out

I wish there was a backway out!I turned to the mirror (oh!) to find me (find me)

Then close my eyes again (close my eyes again)

Then I open the window (yeah!) behind me (behind me)

And let some air inOh, let some air in (let some air in)

Yeah (let some air in), yeah (let some air in)

Gotta let some air in, yeah (let some air in

Let some air in, let some air in)Oh, I turned to the outside for answers

That I knew I could only find within

And the question grew like a cancer

Making my mind and my body limpI wish there was a backway out

Wish there was a backway out!I turned to the mirror (mirror) to find me (find me)

Then close my eyes again (close my eyes, yeah)

Then I open the window (yeah!) behind me (behind me)

And let some air inI turned to the mirror (the mirror) to find me (find me)

Then close my eyes again (gotta close my eyes)

Then I open the window (oh!) behind me (behind me)

And let some air in(Let some air in, let some air in

Let some air in, let some air in

Let some air in, let some air inLet some air in, let some air in)Gotta let some air, air

Yeah, hey

Gotta let some air, air

Yeah, yeahMmm-mmm

Right Here With Me - Alex Band

The A Team - Alex G

Checking My Pulse - Alix Olson

Your face crept

into that space

between my reflex and my resolve

kinda like the crevice you don't notice

til it takes down the damn wall.and now we are sitting in the window

your forehead is red-hot and touching my knee

and I am checking my pulse,

making sure it hasn't quit on me.and I'm sorry if you're thinking that I knew

what I was doing

I guess what I do best is look like I am in control

but tonight, tonight, I am a soft and untamed thing

and I will wrap my breath around you til your exhale comes clean.

I am checking my pulse

I am checking my pulse.you are the buried penny at the bottom of the pool

so I guess that makes me the fool diving deep for you

I'll stick you in my pocket

all shiny, all precious, and all not mine

a hidden, forbidden treasure

baby, you're the worst kind.

cause underneath the surface, all things loom larger

so I'm searching for your edges

to fish you up, ship you up out of the water

and you are that sweet wish that she's thrown

I would have caught you in the air, girl, had I known.and now the space between these bodies

surpasses the sum of its parts

so I am crawling in-between these moments

balancing words hoping I don't get stuck.

and I was just thinking 'distraction'

now I'm thinking distraction's a relative thing

cause I was casually splashing

and now I'm a casualty slowly sinking.cause in hot water, my brain just kinda puckers up

and I'm drowning jaws wide open now cause my mouth

it just won't seem to shut.

and you might just be a shiny thing

but you are the shiny thing I am pursuing

and when I said "you talk too much"

it was cause there was stuff I'd rather you'd have been doing.and then you take my breath

I say "hey, I need that to get back to the top"

"but we're beautiful down here", you say

"you know, girl

the world won't stop".

and we are sitting in the window

your forehead is red-hot and touching my knee

and I am checking my pulse

making sure it hasn't quit on me.I am just checking my pulse

making sure it hasn't quit on me

I am just checking my pulse

making sure she hasn't quit on me

yet.

Amrak - Allflaws

The apparitions of yesteryear are coming round full circle,

Doing orbits of your history, winding back your symmetry,

Your mistakes are carved in their hearts, and your fate is etched from their scars,

Your treachery is survived by those who bare your marks,

The watchmen is counting backwards, the now is becoming the past,

As you slowly sink deeper into the sands of the hour glass,

Coz time is coming back for you, time is bringing your death,

As the hands of the clock grip your neck, you take your last breath.You feel your times coming,

You're reaping what you're sewing,

You hear the devil calling,

Your mind away.You spin the samsaric wheel until satan strikes you a deal,

He says, "lower others to raise yourself and true happiness you will feel,

You think you're winner, but you're a sinner,

Your gain is a flagrant lie,

Coz the unconscious mind falls blind, and defeats you every time.Abomination screams your name,

Luring you to the darker side,

The ego says go right ahead,

Posing as your righteous guide,

You do it all for the fucking high, you do it all for your shallow pride,

But it takes you further down.The demons that you choose to create,

Are the demons that seal your fate,

Cause and affect, karmic vex,

Now you time is coming next,

Like aaaagh, aaaagh, booom,

You reap the pain of your own design,

You manifest you own demise,

Coz now your enemy is your mind.You feel your times coming,

You're reaping what you're sewing,

You hear the devil calling,

Your mind away.Karma comes colossal when you shoot angles from the skies,

Now the victims of your malevolence will be the judges of your demise,

The future will be written by the ghosts of your history,

The ones of suffer your devilry will be the deciders of your destiny.The fist you throw circles the earth,

And comes back behind you to deal you a curse,

Your blow returns on the akashic breeze,

Your rage comes three sixty degrees.You feel your times coming,

You're reaping what you're sewing,

You hear the devil calling,

Your mind away.You know the devil's calling,

Your mind away.

Quitter - AllRise

The Ocean (Remember Me When I'm Dead) - Angel Grinder

The A Team 1 - Anneke van Giersbergen

White lips, pale face

Breathing in snowflakes

Burnt lungs, sour tasteLight's gone, day's end

Struggling to pay rent

Long nights, strange menAnd they say she's in the Class A Team

Stuck in her daydream

Been this way since eighteen but lately

Her face seems, slowly sinking, wasting

Crumbling like pastries

And they scream

The worst things in life come free to us‘Cos we're just under the upper hand

And go mad for a couple grams

And she don't wanna go outside tonight

And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland

Or sells love to another man

It's too cold outside

For angels to fly

Angels to flyRipped gloves, raincoat

Tried to swim and stay afloat

Dry house, wet clothesLoose change, bank notes

Weary-eyed, dry throat

Call girl, no phoneAnd they say she's in the Class A Team

Stuck in her daydream

Been this way since eighteen but lately

Her face seems, slowly sinking, wasting

Crumbling like pastries

And they scream

The worst things in life come free to us‘Cos we're just under the upper hand

And go mad for a couple of grams

But she don't want to go outside tonight

And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland

And sells love to another man

It's too cold outside

For angels to flyAn angel will die

Covered in white, closed eyed

And hoping for a better life

This time will fade out tonight

Straight down the lineAnd they say she's in the Class A Team

Stuck in her daydream

Been this way since eighteen but lately

Her face seems, slowly sinking, wasting

Crumbling like pastries

They scream

The worst things in life come free to usAnd we're all under the upper hand

And go mad for a couple grams

And we don't want to go outside tonight

And in the pipe fly to the Motherland

Or sell love to another man

It's too cold outside

For angels to fly

Angels to fly, fly, fly

For angels to fly, to fly, to fly

For angels to die.

The Difference - Anouk

Killing All Movement - Archive

Scrappy's Trip - Asg

Raw 2 - Assemblage 23

Condemned To Live - Ayreon

[Historian]

I can't believe it really happened, it’s all slowly sinking in

I left behind a hopeless race to fight a war they cannot win[Chemist]

My petty life, it seems so trivial, a whole world is about to die

If all those billions fade away , then who am I... to stay alive[Historian]

Condemned to live, doomed to leave my world to die

[Chemist]

The guilt weighs heavy on my mind

[Historian]

Trapped in this void, deprived of dignity and joy

[Chemist]

Their secret hopes and dreams destroyed[Diplomat]

We’re about to start our journey, so focus on what lies ahead

[Chemist]

Liquid Eternity

[Diplomat]

We have the chance to save our future, we’re alive, the past is dead

[Chemist]

The Source will set us free

[Diplomat]

We need to find a way to thrive there, preservation of our race

[Chemist]

Liquid Eternity

[Diplomat]

An alteration, gene mutation, transformation of our strain

[Chemist]

The Source will set us free[Counselor]

Condemned to live, doomed to leave our world to die

The guilt weighs heavy on our mind

Trapped in this void, deprived of dignity and joy

Their secret hopes and dreams destroyed[Opposition Leader]

Condemned to live, doomed to leave our world to die

[Biologist]

A fate we could not avoid

[Opposition Leader]

The guilt weighs heavy on our minds

[Biologist]

But we had no other choice

[Opposition Leader]

Trapped in this void, deprived of joy

[Biologist]

Now we need to think of ourselves

[Opposition Leader]

Their secret hopes and dreams destroyed

[Biologist]

We need to break out of this hell!

We've Got A Big Mess On Our Hands - The Academy Is...

(Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah)

(Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah)I've got that lefty curse

Where everything I do is flipped

And awkwardly reversed

You're seldom known and barely missed

I always put myself

In destructive situations

I need oxygen

To be exposed where no one goes, where no one's beenWhen it all comes crashing(Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah)

Now we've got a big, big

Mess on our hands tonight

Sing it (yeah)

(Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah)

Now we've got a big, big

Mess on our hands tonightSomebody get my phone

So I can throw it in a public

Pool and watch it float

And as it slowly sinking down

Become a social ghost

Inside a box, cut at the top

To let some light shine in

To remind me what I've done and where I've beenWhen it all comes crashing(Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah)

Now we've got a big, big

Mess on our hands tonight.

Sing it (yeah)

(Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah)

Now we've got a big, big, big, big

Mess on our hands, on our hands.Don't give in, don't give up

I'll be gone

You don't look innocent enough

We're too young to be critics

We won't miss anything at all

Don't give in, don't give up

I don't look innocent with this big, big mess on

I'll say something elseWoah, whoah, whoah

Woah oh oh oh, whoah oh oh oh ohWe've got a big, big mess

Oh, we've got a big, big mess

Oh, we've got a big, big mess

A big, big mess

Now we've got a big, big mess

A big, big mess

Now come on!(Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah)

Now we've got a big, big

Mess on our hands tonight.

Sing it (yeah)

(Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah)

Now we've got a big, big, big, big

Mess on our hands, on our handsDon't give in, don't give up (we've got a big, big mess)

I'll be gone. (a big, big mess)

I don't look innocent enough

We're too young to be cynics (we've got a big, big mess on our hands)

We won't wish any harm at all

Don't give in, don't give up (we've got a big, big mess)

No one looks innocent with this big big mess on our hands tonight

(A big, big mess. We've got a big, big mess on our hands)When it all comes crashing...

Still The Lovin' Is Fun - B.J. Thomas