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There's A New Voice in My Head

This song was created for Game of Bands round 176 : "By Our Powers Combined"

Lyrics:

Treading alone on a mislaid path
Fueled by a primal rage, I seethe
Out of all my desires, right now 
I want to cut down the next I see
Talking in vicious circles
But I trust in this steel to find my way
Steadying my stare at the distance
I am the hunter seeking prey

My wildest dreams living. Driven. Going. Giving. Give in to me.
My featureless fears are unclear, but here I can feel my presence revered.
My mantra's mixing meanings. Gleaning. Glowing. Seething. Secrets and lies.
My timing's divine. Pelting stones down the line. It's a sign.

Blurry visions, lack of provisions
No progress, successfully messed up the process
Out of the shadows, arose to impose
The sum of my fears, shifting gears, my goal is clear
Take on the beast, before he (it) feasts
Or until he leaves me for dead, shaking my head
Time to focus up, before i get broken up
No more time to take care, it’s time to fight the bear


My violent vision's grinning. My wheels are spinning. Never knew it could catch up to me.
My deepest fears getting clearer, now that I'm here faced with nature severe.
My steel's turned hapless slapstick. Bent on impact, snapped like plastic.
My timing's all wrong, and I'm gone. It's still a sign and the issue's all mine.

Be still now,
there's a new voice in my head
putting stops to all the shots I'm taking.
Forgive my bitter past,
it's coming round no more,
(ever) since I started listening.

Raw muscle bearing down in wooded silence
Pause for more than just the bloody effects, uhh
A lost legend crawling back from canopy to concrete
With new sense of self-control and self-respect, I polarize the populace.
Black, brown or white. It's fight back, lie down, or say goodnight.

solo

My violent vision's grinning. My wheels are spinning. Never knew it could catch up to me.
My deepest fears getting clearer, now that I'm here faced with nature severe.
My steel's turned hapless slapstick. Bent on impact, snapped like plastic.
My timing's all wrong, and I'm gone. It's still a sign and the issue's all mine.

Be still now,
there's a new voice in my head
putting stops to all the shots I'm taking.
Forgive my bitter past,
it's coming round no more,
(ever) since I started listening.

Be still now,
there's a new voice in my head
putting stops to all the shots I'm taking.
Forgive my bitter past,
it's coming round no more,
(ever) since I started listening.

outro
[Exit]

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