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The Way Of All Things?

by WhiteRoomNightmare

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1.
Expedition underway Mapping out what shouldn't be Fumbling for certainty in this Insanity Get the measure of this place Catacombs and hallways All consuming darkness that Swallows the light Trapped inside Lost in my mind Breath is misting in the air Shifting rooms and coiling stairs Spiralling descending to New depths of hell Separated from the rest This journey has become a test Survival of the fittest and I'm all for myself Trapped inside Lost in my mind Cold and black periphery Reveals a further mystery There is something stalking me I hear it call Labyrinthine predator Clawed the markers from the walls Footsteps moving ever closer I raise my guns Trapped inside Lost in my mind Arcs of fire and violent noise To silence and its consequences As I run I'm hearing voices Inside my head Incoherent jabbering Senseless thoughts meandering Days of aimless wandering There's no way out and I'm Trapped inside Lost in my mind Trapped inside Losing my mind
2.
No One Cares 02:42
Like thunder before lightning strikes You're heard before you're seen If repetition bred submission You would be the king Black or white, four lights or five You're always in the right Always someone else's problem This is how you got so high on What you say What you do How you think Who you are A fire I wouldn't piss on I won't give you air to breathe You're so opinionated Yet don't practice what you preach Time and space in short supply You take more than your share Your words serve only to inspire This endless game of who the fuck cares What you say What you do How you think Who you are No one cares x 4 What you say What you do How you think Who you are No one cares
3.
Goodbye 03:37
Spat out, dragged up through piss and make-up Your shape is fake, airbrushed and touched up An image plastered on a product You sold your soul so keep your mouth shut Gutter princess Dancing bitch queen Lived so shallow Died with meaning Moved swiftly on without direction You're fading from the world's attention All the dreams that you had set your sights on Disappearing over the horizon Gutter princess Dancing bitch queen Lived so shallow Died with meaning Z list celebrity Craving publicity Read the obituary The bitch is history Now your name is back in conversation A newfound wave of adulation But no centre spread or cover story Instead your death's a public warning Gutter princess Dancing bitch queen Lived so shallow Died with meaning
4.
Picture perfect bedroom scene Plucked straight from a magazine Through the curtains, sunlight streams As you rest cold and serene No one would have picked this for you But for themselves no doubt Close your eyes and make a wish then Blow your candles out Effervescence turned to grief Souls unite in disbelief Light extinguished, fate unseen Critics few and even fewer now you're gone No one would have picked this for you But for themselves no doubt Close your eyes and make a wish then Blow your candles out Never stood a chance Cursed by your name Doomed to die alone No one would have picked this for you But for themselves no doubt Close your eyes and make a wish then Blow your candles out
5.
Necromantic 03:47
I've admired you from afar Like Nosferatu or Dracula A necromantic fairytale You can't wear white cause you're far too pale Biting deep into the skin Bleeding out and drawing in I hold you close until the end You breathe your last then the fun begins My blood Your veins We are The same Hiding from the sun No reflection Crosses hurt a bit Garlic smells like shit Coffin's where we sleep Stakes give us the creeps Turn into a bat You're becoming a Vampire I drank from you now drink from me You're gonna die unless you feed Bathe in blood and be reborn Free from this mortal form What's mine is yours and yours is mine Two separate beings unified You finish off my sentences I dispose of your corpses My blood Your veins We are The same Hiding from the sun No reflection Crosses hurt a bit Garlic smells like shit Coffin's where we sleep Stakes give us the creeps Turn into a bat You're becoming a Vampire Now we're children of the night We can do what the hell we like Terrorise the countryside Sticking peasants' heads on spikes No rules or morals weigh us down We get free drinks in every town We'll live as gods until the dawn Making humans demon spawn No death No pain No fear No shame My blood Your veins We are The same Hiding from the sun No reflection Crosses hurt a bit Garlic smells like shit Coffin's where we sleep Stakes give us the creeps Turn into a bat You're becoming a Vampire
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Hail to the mockingbird What's that new sound you heard? Can you hitch onto that wagon? Trendsetting's not in fashion You learned to replicate But never to create Strive to perfect that tone You can never call your own There's no-one at your show They've seen it all before Your rivals come and go But still you linger on Hail to the mockingbird They wrote your every word No change, no evolution You covered your fleece with wolfskin A tribute act in all but name The songs remain the same If imitation was flattery Your idols would be blushing There's no-one at your show They've seen it all before Your rivals come and go But still you linger on Hail x4 Hail to the mockingbird You continue undeterred A poor man's interpretation Just shy of impersonation As soon as you copy and paste it The vibe's deteriorated The original can't be bested You know it's true and it's time you faced it There's no-one at your show They've seen it all before Your rivals come and go But still you linger on Hail to the mockingbird Now justice has been served You never thought they'd notice But now their ears are focussed You try to blur the lines And hope your spirit trumps your crimes Case closed the judge has hammered Same bar but a different wrapper There's no-one at your show They've seen it all before Your rivals come and go But still you linger on Hail
7.
From Grace 04:00
I am the music, you'll dance to my tune Bet you're dying to meet me Sway as the needle slips into the groove Can you breathe? Amp up the tension I'm pulling your strings I control you completely Pray to your god that the end will come soon Sweet release You think you can trust me, you're wide of the mark You reach for the light but you're drawn to the dark I hold the power in the palm of my hand Pretty, soon you will fall Fall for me Fall for me Silenced you're sinking into the abyss You will never escape me Fading like light from a stranger's last kiss On the breeze Peeling and washing the sins from your skin Whilst you're smiling so sweetly Painted and posed like a store mannequin No-one sees A bruise on your throat and a rose in your teeth Your frozen expression is just what it seems I'll take my memento and exit the scene Pretty, soon you will fall Fall for me Fall for me I am the spectre that walks in your dreams You'll never know what tomorrow will bring There's no coming back once you're part of my schemes Pretty, soon you will fall Fall for me Fall for me
8.
Cold flows the blood through your veins, can you sleep at night? Surrounding yourself with stars hides your waning light Siphoned they're all burning out, don't you feel exposed? Attention is drawn to your solitary dimming glow Drowning in a wishing well Taller than the tales you tell Your time is up the hand's been dealt Karma sees you by yourself All boom and bluster you're firing blanks into the wall Three score less three reasons why your house is gonna fall Silence, the music has stopped can you fill the void? Desperately searching your soul for the unemployed Drowning in a wishing well Taller than the tales you tell Your time is up the hand's been dealt Karma sees you by yourself Smiling assassin your motives over-analysed Retract my hand and raise the finger to your alibis Score out your name, beg for change but receiving none All in on red as the ball falls to black, you're done Done Drowning in a wishing well Taller than the tales you tell Your time is up the hand's been dealt Karma sees you by yourself
9.
When all the world's a stage There's no shelter from the public eye Sentences passed on corners The camera never lies Catch them in the crosshairs Every one's a money shot Selfie culture's yesterday We're all voyeurs now We don't care who you are Because we supply the proof We don't care what you think Because we decide the truth Play the game We'll make your name All must pay The price of fame Now We are the paparazzi We are the paparazzi We are the judge and jury We are the paparazzi What is there to run from? What secrets lurk behind the doors? A vigilante expose Virtue's its own reward We don't hide beneath the covers Or drown our sorrows in the bars We tag and share with soulless clicks And we control the stars We don't care who you are Because we supply the proof We don't care what you think Because we decide the truth Play the game We'll make your name All must pay The price of fame Now We are the paparazzi We are the paparazzi We are the judge and jury We are the paparazzi You'll find the stains on your sheets on display x2 We are the paparazzi x4 You'll find the stains on your sheets on display x2 We don't care who you are Because we supply the proof We don't care what you think Because we decide the truth Play the game We'll make your name All must pay The price of fame Now We are the paparazzi We are the paparazzi We are the judge and jury We are the paparazzi
10.
I thought I was right this time As I face up to being wrong again Outnumbered and hammered down Misty-eyed, dreaming of what might have been Keep doing the same Nothing will ever change This is the way of all things Though the wall is stained red I'll keep banging my head Hoping for a different outcome I'll keep telling myself that I can turn the tide Stomping the ground and waiting for a landslide Rinse and repeat until the day the hope dies Now that the blood has dried You and I find ourselves on different sides Ring-fencing the common ground From the polarised that conquer and divide Deflecting the blame They can't tell honour from shame If you didn't laugh, you'd cry Bogged down by the past Not getting anywhere fast You can't move on while looking backwards I'll keep telling myself that I can turn the tide Stomping the ground and waiting for a landslide Rinse and repeat until the day the hope dies Is this a sign of the times Or just poor cynical me? I'll keep telling myself that I can turn the tide Stomping the ground and waiting for a landslide Rinse and repeat until the day the hope dies I've been fooling myself that I can turn the tide Slowly bleeding to death, while clinging to the knife I'm sick risking my health to put the world to rights Is this a sign of the times Or just poor cynical me?
11.
Threes 04:02
Hello? Can you hear me? From the depths to you I cry The least you could do is look me in the eye Question marks follow every single word you speak But here in the shadows, you're the only light I seek Through cold embrace and distant gaze, becoming more estranged I don't know what I've done but when I reach you pull away I still exist though you don't believe in me You changed the locks but I'll never need a key Skirting round an unseen force that's keeping us apart Never finding answers to the riddles in the dark Feeling claustrophobic in this place we called a home We used to have connection but now I'm so alone I wish that you'd acknowledge all my feelings and beliefs But you stare right through me as if I've never breathed From tap to knock to hammering, you will notice me Paralysed with open eyes, in the hour of threes I can give you what you want x8

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All guitar, bass, vocals and drum programming by Paul Anketell
Additional vocals on track 6 by Seth Anketell
Album cover art derived from an image by Kristopher Roller on Unsplash

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released March 5, 2021

Written, recorded and produced by Paul Anketell

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WhiteRoomNightmare is a one-man rock/metal musical project from Belfast in Northern Ireland.

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