Parkway Drive - “Atlas” (by EpitaphRecords)
Lyrics:
My life is weathered down shipwreck
Splitting at the seams, held together by memories and dreams
Every face I have seen, a stitch on my mind
On a shadow of a dream And my heart is its cargo, a worn out old thing
Been dragged around this rock more times than you’d believe
To the east I call home
But the west, she is calling
From the north, to the south
Forever I’m drifting away
With more hope than fear
Put your head to my chest and you will hear The sound of it beating
Is the sound of love leaving
The sound of it beating
Is the sound of the emptiness flooding in Flooding in
It’s the sound of the emptiness flooding in And my life, it aches
And my heart, it breaks
And I just can’t shake the feeling all I am is sinking
While one thousand eyes stare back at me
But the ones that I’d die for are the ones I can’t see Flooding in It’s the sound of the emptiness
dotwork sleeves and back piece by Nazareno Tubaro
I love this. And is it just the lighting or is this done in blue? I’m so used to seeing this type of stuff done in just blackwork. The blue is stunning.
touching.
Motionless In White - “Cobwebs” (w/ lyrics) (by FearlessRecords)
Lyrics:
How many years have passed me by?
Since I’ve stopped to take a look at all the changes in my life.
So many friends have come and gone.
But all those summer nights still burn inside my lungs.
I hope you will not forget this either.
Forever.
And I bet I’m not the only one who thinks.
I’m stuck in the past with all the friends I am losing.
I regret not holding onto it closely.
The past is the past, and I am letting it kill me.
If I just had one wish I’ll tell you what it’d be.
I’d bring back all the bands inside the dome.
And one last time we have a fucking show.
Life is what you make it, what you make it, and I believe in this.
What happened to the familiar faces that I’ve come to miss.
not the only one who thinks.
I’m stuck in the past with all the friends I’m losing.
I regret not holding onto it closely.
The past is the past, and I am letting it kill me.
This sinking ship can’t hold much water.
How much longer?
How much longer?
Until these lights are dead and gone.
I will scatter the ashes of what’s left of this place that I call home.
And I will scatter the ashes of this formal life, this place that I call home,
And to fight this fatal attraction,
Just to sit inside and hang my head too low.
Living in the shadows of the scars.
The past defines just who we are.
And I bet I’m not the only one who thinks.
I’m stuck in the past with all the friends I am losing.
I regret not holding onto it closely.
The past is the past and I am letting it kill me.
The past lives.
