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Gravemind - EP

by Common Choir

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1.
I guess it must be true what is said about love and loss and that distance makes the heart grow fond. Crawling back from the nightlife broken and torn All these words Just a feeble attempt to bring you back A song to guide you home, a song to guide you home, a song to guide you home Uninsurable, you should fear for the future, the roots are dead, some wounds can’t be sutured Crawling back from the nightlife broken and torn All these words Just a feeble attempt to bring you back A song to guide you home, a song to guide you home, a song to guide you home I hoped you’d find yourself lost in those nightlife streets once a bed, next a grave I hope you drown beneath those sheets Your roots still dead, pillars have buckled, what more can be said, your foundation crumbled All these words Just a feeble attempt to bring you back A song to guide you home, a song to guide you home, a song to guide you home no amount of cliche analogies can explain the pain inflicted And no matter what you say, you’ll never be the victim You’ll never be the victim You’ll never be the victim You’ve burned every bridge Now choke on the ashes You’ve burned every bridge Now choke on the ashes You’ve burned every bridge Now choke on the ashes You’ve burned every bridge Now choke on the ashes
2.
By rust or rot the concept is not elusive creeping in through cracks and seams bleeding through everything that you believe yet the world keeps spinning despite what you many think we’re all still breathing We’re still breathing The end of you, is just the beginning of something new If something new What you see and what you believe have never been the same Always reaching for someone else to blame Complaining the world has drifted too far away, too far from grace, Small excuses to hate the evolution change brings. By rust or rot This concept is not elusive Creeping in through cracks and seams bleeding through everything you believe yet the world keeps spinning despite what you may think we’re still breathing We’re still breathing The end of you, is just the beginning of something new What you see and what you believe have never been the same Always reaching for someone else to blame Complaining the world has drifted too far away, too far from grace, Small excuses to hate the evolution change brings. Everything is built on a burial ground by rust or rot Your world will end by rust or rot your world will end by rust or rot Your world will end By rust or rot This world will end
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Gravemind 05:07
Skin stretched over broken glass I am a wreck, I am a broken man a waste of life too strong to surrender but far too frail to fight I’ve got this sinking feeling and it keeps me up at night It keeps me drowning Drowning in my apathy This gravemind haunts me all the time This gravemind haunts me all my life This gravemind haunts me all the time This gravemind haunts me all my life Was I born with this burden or did it cultivate through years of isolation, separation, and loss of life Innocence lost, a fathers face drenched in blood, Fractured, a family never whole, absent mother at the age of 4 Far beyond my own comprehension, built to fail on the foundation obsolescence in my blood. too strong to surrender but far too frail to fight I’ve got this sinking feeling and it keeps me up at night This gravemind haunts me all the time This gravemind haunts me all my life This gravemind haunts me all the time This gravemind haunts me all my life Was I born with this burden or did it cultivate through years of isolation, separation, and loss of life Innocence lost, a fathers face drenched in blood Fractured, a family never whole
4.
Conjure 02:56
I have conjured ghosts Pulled demons from these crumbling walls, I have chased shadows dancing through the halls Walk the hallway, sights and smells so familiar The paint is cracked and peeling, the roof and walls caved and leaking, this is the home I built myself I have conjured ghosts And they haunt me every day they haunt me, and I’m the only one to blame Walk the hallway, sights and smells so familiar The paint is cracked and peeling, the roof and walls caved and leaking, this is the home I built myself Trace every word that I scream into my flesh I’m just a slave to a life I create just a slave to a life I create just a slave to everything I hate Walk the hallway, sights and smells so familiar The paint is cracked and peeling, the roof and walls caved and leaking, this is the home I built myself I have conjured ghosts, pulled demons from these crumbling walls I have chased shadows dancing through the halls Trace every word that I scream into my flesh I’m just a slave to a life I create just a slave to a life I create just a slave to everything I hate
5.
As I drag my feet across this desolate plain I reflect on the moments I let slip away Where are you, now that I need you now that I need you here Where are you, the peace I lost I hope you find it there This place, a byproduct of my perception, self hate, and weathered sense of direction, I hate the earth for eating your ashes I hate the sun for rising at all The gears are rusted or soaked in blood, either way this machine can’t run Where are you, now that I need you now that I need you here Where are you, the peace I lost I hope you find it there I’m not surprised by this, I’ve made my own decisions, I created this direction, and now I live my life to find a way, to find a way to find a way to say I love you, I loved you, It never seemed so hard to say before but I love you
6.
A line was drawn, you wrote your own story divided yourself from everything you said you wanted to be contradicted your own dreams Actions speak, speak in volumes and your story was nothing but horror You are nothing, nothing to me You are nothing, nothing but dead weight A line was drawn, you wrote your own story divided yourself from everything you said you wanted to be, contradicted your own dreams Actions speak, speak in volumes and your story was nothing but horror You are nothing, nothing to me You are nothing, nothing but dead weight A belief that won't sustain, a fucking coward hiding now. It's sad you won't get back on your feet, just watching you drown in defeat. You lie and lie sinking deeper and deeper, excuses used to hide your pain. picking and choosing and now you're just losing all of your friends Should I finish it? Should I finish it, I think it’s time Should I finish it? Should I finish it? Get your head out of the clouds Get your feet back on the ground get your feet back on the ground, will you just live your life in the same old way Get your feet back on the ground, you need to build back up from the ground you buried yourself in A line was drawn, you wrote your own story divided yourself from everything you said you wanted to be, contradicted your own dreams Actions speak, speak in volumes and your story was nothing but horror You are nothing, nothing to me You are nothing, nothing but dead weight A LINE WAS DRAWN YOU WROTE YOUR OWN STORY Should I finish it? I think it’s time Should I finish it? Should I finish it? Get your head out of the clouds Get your feet back on the ground You dug your own fucking grave
7.
Differing polarity constantly pushing me away, a force of nature or fate made to divide, built to separate, victim of circumstance built by my own hands I’ve spent my whole life like I was blind afraid to fight these things I say, the role I play It divides and separates who I am from who I want to be. It’s a human condition, always speaking, never thinking, trying to prove what we’re not, never satisfied with what we’ve got these things I say, the role I play It divides and separates who I am from who I want to be. Differing polarity constantly pushing me away, a force of nature or fate made to divide, built to separate, victim of circumstance built by my own hands I’ve spent my whole life like I was blind afraid to fight these things I say, the role I play It divides and separates who I am from who I want to be. It’s a human condition, always speaking, never thinking, trying to prove what we’re not, never satisfied with what we’ve got Contentment does not exist when our hands are full, our mouths will open wider Contentment does not exist when our hands are full, our mouths will open wider these things I say, the role I play It divides and separates who I am from who I want to be. It’s a human condition, always speaking, never thinking, trying to prove what we’re not, never satisfied with what we’ve got Never satisfied with what we’ve got

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released February 15, 2020

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