BISON B.C. LYRICS

1. Stressed Elephant

No pills for our sake, we journey to a different grave.
Hunted and beautiful, the darkest, the true.
Work place, a sin, let the dancing begin.
Our dead will rise with raging thunder, trampled under.
We are caged, wasting away.
Escape into renaissance.

We live in memories; we lost everything.
Marching to our grief, obeying human thieves.
Our dead will rise with raging thunder, trampled under.
We are caged, wasting away.
Escape into renaissance.

Our dead will rise, revenge for human crimes.
Into renaissance, we died for innocence.
Marching to our grave.

2. Fear Cave

There have been some nights
That didn't end so well
An evil that lurks in the woods
Compels me to drag you through hell

The shadow self waits
For the owl of truth to appear
through vicious secrets we learn
Love is fear

Return to this ghastly place
With virtue's sour smell
Whispering fool's prayers
Bring you back to my hell

The dweller on the threshold cries out
Hard habits die old
Fear cave

3. Melody, This Is For You

Melody, this is for you and it seemed we never loved you.
Enemies through and through, swallowing your fucking tune.
Sit and shake, eyes awake, the feeling breaks all I have vowed.
Darkness makes my blood cold.
This feeling never grows old.

A bloody kiss and tape hiss, the sound is loyal.
So like the air, we breathe it to make us whole.
We drown in the fullness of this emptiness.
Melody, it's fucking true time will pass, the song will last.
All of this, washing through and we still love that tune.
Exonerate, clean the slate, hearts break all that's allowed.
Make my heart explode.

A bloody kiss and tape hiss, the sound is loyal.
So like the air, we breathe it to make us whole.
We drown in the fullness of this emptiness.
Make it go louder.

4. Two-Day Booze

Standing at dawn, watching the end ‒ of beauty, identity, immunity.
The end is something to live for, Vancouver's an empty bottle.
Our dying thirst causing problems.
We stand at dawn, the beginning of something, heartfelt, replaceable.
Two-day booze, works faster.

My city on the water, spots of flame, midnight rain.
The glass sky reflects our prize.
Glass towers for sleepers; they're dying.
Broken city for dreamers.
Two-day booze works a faster fuse.
Two-day booze works faster.

Feels like falling.
Shame, like killing.
Homeward bound.
Tension rising.
Children of tomorrow; earth's new rapists.
Spring rain comes; wash away the purpose.
Between our days, empty distance sways.
Copper wires pay, for days and days.
What are we waiting for?

5. Die Of Devotion

Vagabonds of the old war, drink and fight and fuck some more.
Feel the pull, like lover's prize.
Feel a hate lovers find, pulling in a new bride.
Drunken sleep and lovelessness.
Die of devotion, chasing a veiled dream.
Die of devotion.
Your blood, the needle.
Your heart, the bottle.
We feel the pull of need.
Black mood, a reason to live thirsty without breath.
Asleep in the flames.
Sprinkle us with the fire, no love just desire.
All or nothing, nothing's higher.
Die of devotion, our soul rises.
So does the fire.
A wakefulness between the dreams, the clouds press.
Your blood, the needle.
Your heart, the bottle.
We feel the pull of need.
Our world of liars.
Proof of habit.

6. Take The Next Exit

Let's share this weight, our terrible fate.
We made mistakes, with death we find our grace.
Take the next exit.
Under the weight of this, hands cut, clenching fists.
Death brings newness, take my hand through this.
Take the next exit into darkness.
Embrace the tragedy.
Everything falls apart.
Make a list of regrets like a knife through your heart.
Suck back the ashes.
Days settle lifeless.
We choose beauty, but our love is death.
Staggered steps.
Holding breath.
Final test.
Darkest depth.
You are now free.

7. Wendigo Pt. 3 (Let Him Burn)

Run. Wholly consumed, awaiting my doom
Forsaken to roam, devouring souls
Run. A village light appears in the night
I've been here before, so familiar

From shadows I see faces in human dream
Lifting the child from her bed, the joy on her face turns to dread
The beast regains control as I tear the flesh from her bones
My wife is roused from her sleep...the devil compels me to feast
Her screams have alerted the village
With torches they avenge my pillage
The angry mob gathers 'round
Dragged out to the square I am bound

No trial awaits
To determine my fate
That is one of their own
Is now Wendigo
There's no human left
Only souls to collect
A hunger to feed
No man left of me

Let him howl
Let him burn
Take my life
He will return







BISON B.C. LYRICS