There’s nothing in my head
The telephone is dead
No message from the outside
We’ll listen to life’s B-sides
But all we hear, our doubts
And nothing that we try will wake us up
The light that shines, right through the cracks
You’ve broken someone else’s back again
(I won’t tell you, I’ll just show you)
The space that forms between the stars
The endless, black abyss, that I call home
There’s nothing in my head
I can’t fathom how we will converge
I just want my message to be heard
I can't pretend to think that life is just a game for those who play
I can't imagine what it’d be like without those who lost the game
I can't pretend to feel a sense of wrong for what I did to them, in here
I played my cards, I mustn't fold
The growing animosity I see
(I won’t tell you, I’ll just show you)
There's something staring back at me
My ignorance, mistrust; my only friend
I can't stop seeing red
I see stars while laying on my bed
I can’t find the roof above my head
(Remember when)
I can’t wait to get what I deserve
There’s nothing in my head
I can’t stop seeing red
I will show you how you must pretend
I don’t dare deserve to call you friend
(Remember when)
We must try to neutralize our greed
I can never grasp at what you mean
I am flashed and I am wondering why I did not recognize this band earlier. Looking forward to hearing more from this talented and innovative guys in the near future. The album is a must have! almaju
Perhaps a softer, more “pop-forward” album compared to Inmazes and Witness however equally as effective. Vola simply know how to make approachable and great music. 8/10 RJ