1. |
Swandive
04:08
|
|||
What a time to pretend to be alive
Break your back in another swandive
Graceless useless wretched tourmaline
Harsh beginning
Imperfect design
A meaningless exchange of hopes and fears
Count your blessings
Count your tears
Please save me I'm falling
Oblivion opens beckoning me in
A haunted repartee, no empathy
I wasn't focused
Repeat the problem to me
Come alive at night when no-one sees
Graceless useless wretched third degree
Please save me I'm falling
Oblivion opens, beckoning me in
The decline was alarming
Oblivion is open, open
Here I lie I'm paralysed
Hypnotised
On my own I swandive
Bail the entry
What a useless time to, to be alive
Crack my face in another nosedive
Graceful heartfelt hopeless I resign
A fractured ending
Imperfect design
Please save me I'm falling
Oblivion opens, beckoning me in
The decline was alarming
Oblivion welcomes, welcomes
Here I lie I'm paralysed
Hypnotised
On my own I swandive
Bail the entry
|
||||
2. |
Sentinels
04:39
|
|||
Like mescaline it drips through veins
Till only shade remains
Dark behind her eyes
Heaven's on the vine
Her body's old her soul is cold
She straight up sold it for another line
For a better time
Heaven's on the vine
What drives a man to drown his heart
And sacrifice his art
Empty promises
The madness will pervade to every part
Whatever hope he left behind
Will damn and cast him blind
Tell him one more time
Your body's on the line
Your body's on the line
What drives a man to stab his heart
A coldness for a start
I never want to hear you've come apart again
There might never be a better chance
To right the wrongs
You're never too far gone to come back
Just turn around
Heaven's on the vine
Her body's old her soul is cold
She straight up sold it for another line
Heaven's on the vine
|
||||
3. |
Worker And Parasite
04:29
|
|||
Terror on the midnight grind
Mutterseelenallein
Terror my only friend
Coming alive again
I'm determined not to waste my time
Fled the production line
Fallen apart since then
Beg for a life again
Demons at the fallow stand
Awoken from the harrowed land
Treading the boards we laid
Playing the masquerade
I'm learning how to take command
Stop watching the minute hand
Wishing my self away
Abandoning yesterday
Colourblind
Nevermore
Undermined
No encore
I don't mind
What's in store
I'll be fine
Reconcile the quarter light
Abandon the fires of night
Machinery rusts and bends
Beg for a life again
I'm swallowing a newer pill
It's bitter and the fear holds still
Adventure has took my hand
Coming alive again
Colourblind
Nevermore
Undermined
No encore
I don't mind
What's in store
I'll be fine
Like before
|
||||
4. |
Touch
03:48
|
|||
Inherent deceiver
Unbending inquisitioners
Appearances keeper
The lie
Trinity jaded
An innocence faded by design
A footnote underlined
Her eyes are open to the world
When all she ever wanted was a girl
They shackled her freedom
Altar-side in a lacy dress
Made it force a smile
Trinity dreaming
In silence she's screaming on her knees
But no-one really sees
Her eyes are open to the world
When all she ever wanted was a girl
The rapture stole it took so much
When everything she's craving was her touch
Her eyes are open to the world
When all she ever wanted was a girl
The rapture stole it took so much
When everything she's craving was her touch
|
||||
5. |
Old Town
03:49
|
|||
I can't be here no more
Forgetting how to live
Don't wanna wait no more
I have no more to give
The cold has seeped in through
The cracks in the window
The mold I breathe in deep
Will never let me go
So many people there
Just waiting out their lives
They sit and eat and stare
They're lining up to die
The most inventive ways
They make you waste your time
The most destructive ways
They make you tow the line
Dead inside, smile saturnine
Malice much maligned
Take away my lifeline
Days done and so are mine
They'll say you can't
They'll tell you stop
Cut your hair and get a job
You're always kicking up a fuss
At least pretend to be like us
A calloused hand will strike your face
A knackered woman cries disgrace
They'll make you turn your records down
In your shit flat up Old Town
They'll say don't think
You're never free
Ignore all that you love to be
They'll blind you till you cannot see
They'll choke you till you cannot breathe
So many drinking till they drown
Will do their best to break you down
They're bringing all their fetters round
To your shit flat up Old Town
Dead inside, smile saturnine
Malice much maligned
Take away my lifeline
Days done and so are mine
|
||||
6. |
BVRLESQU
05:03
|
|||
I don't mind intensity
There's nothing wrong with passion
But meeting of the minds brings
Nothing useable in fashion
I'm not your enemy
I'm not your enemy
Rest your mind
Your messed up mind
Express the things that stress you
Call another white coat out
Aligning with pest control
Elbows down mentality
No nonsense notwithstanding
Revise the arts telepathy
And sentience mind control
I'm my worst enemy
I'm my worst enemy
Dance your wild dance
Around the caucus room
You know there's blood on your hands
I don't mind adversity
What hill you choose to die on
Mid to high dispersity
Calls time a transient ghost
Calm your mind it makes me nervous
I don't understand you
I can't cope with vertigo
You hurt my head you must go
Your own worst enemy
Dance your wild dance
Around the caucus room
You know there's blood on your hands
Dance your wild dance
Around the caucus room
You know there's blood on your hands
The end will come soon
Take your last chance
While flowers still bloom
Because there's blood on your hands
You know there's blood on your hands
|
||||
7. |
||||
So I recorded all my flaky DNA
Calibrated change in me to suit the state of play
Met with the general, he ordered me to hold the line
So I'm a merc but what's a boy to do? (Boy to do)
So I've been let down by the fuzzfucked trash n' flange
Not in the closet, in the kitchen with the other pans
Met with your brother, boy ain't he a lovely lad
I'd like some of whatever it was that your sweet mother had
So I'm a mark but what's a boy to do? (Boy to do)
I'm a sweaty I'm a stan a loser through and through (balls to bones)
Developed allergies to everything I knew
A broken snare that's taped to death beyond all resonating now
So put that on your highlight reel, slow it down times three
The denouement spells E X C S T A C E E ... E
The sentries line the gangway, shine your helmets get yourself on
Let's all aboard we launch at dusk
|
||||
8. |
It's Raining Again
04:02
|
|||
Soaking boxes left under stairs
In them you and me
Doomed to life amongst the rats
Cold and alone with many millions by our side
Singing funeral dirges just to pass the time
I got a bad feeling about it all
I got a bad feeling about it all
The blackened spoons left on the stairs
Eyes averted
Don't step barefoot on shards of glass
A path diverted from where teachers told us we would walk
Lies and lessons learned from the lectern, from the cloth
I got a bad feeling about it all
I got a bad feeling about it all
|
||||
9. |
Untitled
06:06
|
|||
Now listen space boy
Your hair's on fire, I told you once
Don't listen space boy
Your head's on fire, I like it like
Expect none less boy
From the best in the nest
Will you come back boy
You left your room in such a mess
Now look here space boy
Pressure's on, don't be late
Work harder space boy
Don't be late
Now listen space boy
Your hair's on fire, I told you
Don't be like earth boy
He's such a failure every turn
Now listen space boy
I like it like
You need some space boy
Laika's in space boy
|
Preventer Sheffield, UK
Postpunk / synthwave band from Yorkshire, UK
Deedee Ash: Vox / Guitar
Matt Holt: Synths / Keyboards
Keith Robinson: Bass
Streaming and Download help
If you like Preventer, you may also like:
Bandcamp Daily your guide to the world of Bandcamp