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Darren and I have talked for awhile about doing a collab and it's only now come to fruition. Starting with a guitar and synth riff I had in my mind, Darren not only played the riff, but cleaned it up, and came up with three others that are in the track, as well as playing the synth riff on guitar which just sounded awesome!
For the guitar tracks, Darren miced the front of his Mesa Boogie Nomad 45 with the Apex 430 Condenser Mic and the back with a Shure m57, resulting in a nice, thick guitar sound.
I was going for a kind of funky industrial metal with punch, but you could groove to it. The collab was a pleasure and don't be surprised if you hear more from us. :P
For the guitar tracks, Darren miced the front of his Mesa Boogie Nomad 45 with the Apex 430 Condenser Mic and the back with a Shure m57, resulting in a nice, thick guitar sound.
I was going for a kind of funky industrial metal with punch, but you could groove to it. The collab was a pleasure and don't be surprised if you hear more from us. :P
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Lyrics
A nice little ploy,
To get yourself something
Notorious toy,
Good for just about nothing.
I've seen you before,
And I know you'll keep coming.
You quickly got here
And you'll quickly be gone.
You're not so obscure,
But you see yourself running.
You're a thing that's so sure,
when you see yourself gunning
You're well on your way,
to be the forgotten
Full of yourself,
And nothing else.
Missing the point,
You sell your own sadness.
Then you flip your coin,
And ask for forgiveness.
There's no better way,
for a self-proclaimed actress,
to vindicate action,
through sympathy.
You had a choice,
And you chose to have malice.
You had a voice,
And you chose to be callous.
You made your noise,
From the top of your palace.
And now you' mean nothing 0 0*.
Idols will come and idols will grow,
But you're not the God you think I owe,
How does it feel to not be the best?
No matter how close you try to get.
Stretching your words, distorting the truth,
Victim of no one else but you.
Of all the things, that you try to get.
The world is the one thing you expect.
This space, it was bore out just for you.
But you found it was too much work to do.
This place full of ignorance and bliss,
You call it home and you're not too hard to miss.
This word that you wouldn't dare to speak,
Reflecting all of your fucked up history
This past that you can't seem to erase,
You spew, like the present, from your face.
This blame that you hand to everyone,
Is the easiest way you could run.
This thought reoccurring in your mind,
Is a thought no one else can seem to find.
This world isn't big enough for two,
Thank God for eliminating you.
This time it is something more than real
When you find that you're no big deal.
Idols will come and idols will grow,
But you're not the God you think I owe,
How does it feel to not be the best?
No matter how close you try to get.
Stretching your words, perverting the truth,
Victim of no one else but you.
Of all the things, that you try to get.
The world is the one thing you expect.
To get yourself something
Notorious toy,
Good for just about nothing.
I've seen you before,
And I know you'll keep coming.
You quickly got here
And you'll quickly be gone.
You're not so obscure,
But you see yourself running.
You're a thing that's so sure,
when you see yourself gunning
You're well on your way,
to be the forgotten
Full of yourself,
And nothing else.
Missing the point,
You sell your own sadness.
Then you flip your coin,
And ask for forgiveness.
There's no better way,
for a self-proclaimed actress,
to vindicate action,
through sympathy.
You had a choice,
And you chose to have malice.
You had a voice,
And you chose to be callous.
You made your noise,
From the top of your palace.
And now you' mean nothing 0 0*.
Idols will come and idols will grow,
But you're not the God you think I owe,
How does it feel to not be the best?
No matter how close you try to get.
Stretching your words, distorting the truth,
Victim of no one else but you.
Of all the things, that you try to get.
The world is the one thing you expect.
This space, it was bore out just for you.
But you found it was too much work to do.
This place full of ignorance and bliss,
You call it home and you're not too hard to miss.
This word that you wouldn't dare to speak,
Reflecting all of your fucked up history
This past that you can't seem to erase,
You spew, like the present, from your face.
This blame that you hand to everyone,
Is the easiest way you could run.
This thought reoccurring in your mind,
Is a thought no one else can seem to find.
This world isn't big enough for two,
Thank God for eliminating you.
This time it is something more than real
When you find that you're no big deal.
Idols will come and idols will grow,
But you're not the God you think I owe,
How does it feel to not be the best?
No matter how close you try to get.
Stretching your words, perverting the truth,
Victim of no one else but you.
Of all the things, that you try to get.
The world is the one thing you expect.
ka-klick
Look forward to more. Hope this isn't the end of TENSE though.