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March 13: Le Garage, Nanuet NY W/ Timeshares
March 28: Badlands, Syracuse NY W/ Mountain Man + All Teeth
April 2: Bogies, Albany NY W/ Black Breath

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released 01 December 2010
Recorded at Dickbutt studios

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Track Name: Old Friends/New Strangers
We’ve lost touch. I don’t mind. I’ll Place no guilt this time. Spent our whole life together, you and me. Rotted away the days in those small town streets. At least we had fresh air and pine trees, you and me. Not trying to find a way out, not searching for that key in the ground. I need to get out, I need to get out. Why aren’t you running with me. Spent our whole life together, you and me. Rotted away the days in those small town streets.
Track Name: Funeral of Son
Tempt the man with the words “here I am.”
Push the conscious to the back of your head,
there can be no thought with the words that he said.

Sacrifice is at the highest peak.
Fire in one hand and a blade in the other, upon the altar the boy will suffer.
In gasping breathes he feared for his life, a father figure with a harrowing sight.
Distorted visions corrupt the mind.
Those thoughtless actions were the first sign.
You were a fucking plague and you’ve created three.
Followings of sheep, I don’t want to see.
Track Name: Burnt Bark
You will know them by the trail of the fire. Scorched the earth and burnt the bark, this place remains unchanged. It leaves no mark. Dirt will forever hold the memories of those that passed. The past is all there is to hang onto. The future reveals the worst, a dying town with a blood giving thirst.
Track Name: Bad Math
No time to think, conclusions made on the spot.Eternal bliss or eternal rot.
Our zeal’s pumped through our veins. Were in this one together, Choosing a life of guilt or bloodstains.
I don’t know how this life going to end, but I can’t keep trying to prove myself to him,

I know this life isn’t made for the light of heart it’s an age of strain right from the start.

I’m stuck here somewhere between the sky and the ground and this cold rain is falling again,

and this time its bringing us closer. Its pascals wager and I’m disregarding your false shelter.

Is there one meaning to this life I’m living cause I haven’t found it yet.

I know there isn’t.

Sometimes a purpose only makes things worse.