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House of Fallen Saints is the track 6 on Retrolust's third album, which is titled "Wired."
This album will be released in two weeks on cdbaby, and will be avail on iTunes in about a month (posted 11/6/2007)
This album will be released in two weeks on cdbaby, and will be avail on iTunes in about a month (posted 11/6/2007)
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Lyrics
House of Fallen Saints
Retrolust: Wired
© 2007 Nethertune Records
Whenever there's a guise
Crawling in my bed
I can always keep it
In a modest shelf you made
I am in the way
The house of fallen saints
I forever love a sharp embedded enemy
I'm an infidel
And a rebel star
I will leave,
We’ll never be, we'll never be the same
Argue-ably insane
Tilted at the gates
Illusions of a feeling that we're coming back today
Whenever there's a guide
Standing in my way
I can even call it
In a rubber shell you made
I am in the way
The house of fallen saints
I'm forever learn to follow only what’s in me
I'm an infidel
And a rebel star
I will leave,
We’ll never be, we'll never be the same
Argue-ably insane
Tilted at the gates
Illusions of a feeling that we're coming back today
[Weave the doom]
[Drown the impossible]
This sound, this life
In a compass hesitation,
Deny bending knee,
To deny them of me,
So I don’t know
How I feel
To a life without reason
Pull them out of me
From the fevers of night
Retrolust: Wired
© 2007 Nethertune Records
Whenever there's a guise
Crawling in my bed
I can always keep it
In a modest shelf you made
I am in the way
The house of fallen saints
I forever love a sharp embedded enemy
I'm an infidel
And a rebel star
I will leave,
We’ll never be, we'll never be the same
Argue-ably insane
Tilted at the gates
Illusions of a feeling that we're coming back today
Whenever there's a guide
Standing in my way
I can even call it
In a rubber shell you made
I am in the way
The house of fallen saints
I'm forever learn to follow only what’s in me
I'm an infidel
And a rebel star
I will leave,
We’ll never be, we'll never be the same
Argue-ably insane
Tilted at the gates
Illusions of a feeling that we're coming back today
[Weave the doom]
[Drown the impossible]
This sound, this life
In a compass hesitation,
Deny bending knee,
To deny them of me,
So I don’t know
How I feel
To a life without reason
Pull them out of me
From the fevers of night
peacepiano
You definitely have the pulse of the '80s. The result is better than nostalgic, you have a fresh approach to this style that is infectious.
Thanks
Bill