Sianvar EP

by Sianvar

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released 05 January 2014

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Sianvar England, UK

Sianvar is:
Donovan Melero - Vocals
Will Swan - Guitar
Sergio Medina - Guitar
Joe Arrington - Drums
Michael Littlefield - Bass

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Track Name: Chest Pressure
When it starts you and I are calmly drinking gasoline until one of us sneezes on the candle kindling our lust for violent words. We start killing. Acts of the past, are they worth getting off my chest to feel free while she burns? He won't ever let her go. She won't ever want to go. I am the leech I want removed. I am the leech I once removed. Fighting in the bedroom, I am the leech I want removed Aggravate a tantrum, I am the leech I can't remove. Secret Crime: leave it off the record. for you, for me, for us. This would cut all ties; leave it off the record. Off the record! Apparition truth-crustacean, hostile in the wrong conditions. Talking once was mass elation now aggressive desperation. for you for me for us. True feelings failing to show. Secrets pending, keeping us close. Is this worth getting off my chest? Is this worth crushing our souls. Is this worth getting off my chest. Is this worth asking, "What's this worth?" Is this worth getting off my chest. I am the leech I am the leech. Operation desperation. Living in the wrong conditions. Have you tasted the gasoline?
Track Name: Sick Machine
Far from home, all dismembered and leaving with their limbs on wrong!
Shrapnel spraying.
Camouflage: unappealing with 3 days worth of rotting in.
Malnutrition, fecal cause, laceration trophy scars!

Let it be, let it be.
Running to the stations. Carnage destination. Carry out the consequences.
Let it be, let it.
Weapon calibration, monk self immolation, pouring on their own death sentence.

This land is a ghost, how did it scare? No one was spared.
All bodies in rows. Why were you there? Why were you there?!

Futures looking bleak, pass the torch.
Earth goes up in flames, keep it scorched.
Tally up body counts, why were you there?

Sick machine, chivalry, hurry up.
Aesthetic rethinking, hurry up.

Power keeps it in the family.
We're the lost. They're chosen sons!
History will you redeem us?!
We've succumbed to parasites!
We're carried under parasites!!
Track Name: Your Tongue Ties
Clear this up: you're a gem for all to see. But when you open up your mouth, we all wish you'd stop breathing Intriguing one synching to me. Get off! Intriguing one, all this talk's no fun. A verbal operation, dramatic conversation holding me down. Other guys, they're always crawling at your feet. I might be putting up with you, cause I like being put onto you, And when you're put back onto me, I bend you like you love to be. Talk: your the melody. That I can't seem to mute. When you're hanging on my torso I could never let you go. But your talking gets me thinking. I should really let you go. Righteous when your lips are parting-save me. Gone before you've finished talking-Save me. Save me now! There's no need to be free. There's no need to be vulnerable. There's no need to be free. Your tongue ties me down. Keeps me onto you.
Track Name: Virtual Vain
Tensions are building inside of the vacant warehouse. Idealism is changing and what's important's really not. Fuck what I'm saying. The masses are busy getting off. Fed illusion. Real delusion. Go, reveal yourself to me. I can read everything you say. We're all on display. Bold statement with photographs. Thousands of eyes can trace. Words aiding the pictograph. Written on walls in space. Who killed the culprit? Who shot him down? I felt everything around me move. The time it took to get away... Tensions are building inside of the vacant warehouse. Idealism is changing and what's important's really not. Fuck what what I'm saying the masses are busy getting off. Damaged ego broken stitches nothing gold can stay. Bring to life your name. Damaged stitches broken ego nothing gold can stay. Bring to life your name. Hashtags to search what you care about. Filter: everything just looks so boring without. Posting your diet like we want to see. Outfits can show just what we care about. Makeup: everyone just looks so boring without. Posting you party to prove that you're fun. What you show: do we all care about it? Image: we only show what we want you to see. I'm just as guilty as wanting to change such plain reality. It's not what you will see. Interactions will cease. If in person we speak. Candor is obsolete. Tensions are building inside of the vacant warehouse.
Track Name: Substance Sequence
Too many days (muscles aching, routine lacking) I got away (insert substance sequence) Cameras watching actors acting. Paranoid. Dark evil ocean, I'm craving more. Good intuition left at the shore. Drift with my brother, fishing for more. Dark evil ocean, keep us from shore. Smashing up the pieces. Cleaning up balloons. Coming down, coming down. Lesser now, lesser now. Wash off the poisons. Dissect in portions. Smash the fucking head, core removal works the best. Wash out the poisons. Iceberg abortion. Smash the fucking head, core removal works the best. Come back to me. Foil as the paper, solids turn to vapor. Common sense, distancing. Toxic level danger, destructive behavior. Family, friends, furthering. Superior Ave. takes me. Magnolia Ave. takes me. Muscles aching, routing lacking. Insert substance sequence. Too many days (paranoid) I got away. Dark evil ocean, I'm feining more. I only want what I came for. Good intuition left at the shore. This isn't worth what I paid for. Everybody's listening. Coming down, coming down. Lesser now, lesser now. Smashing! Smashing! Substance Sequence!