1. |
Broadcast
03:52
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It comes without a warning
The fire inside these lungs it burns down deep inside
And I wonder if you hear me
Broken and calling out these desperate battle cries
Are you listening?
Listening
I tried to make a sound
I screamed till I bled out
But I don't think that you're listening
I hope you hear me
I tried to make a sound
I screamed your name out loud
I hope you hear me, I hope you hear me
I've been reaching out for so long
This broadcast never seems to travel through these walls
And I wonder if you're listening
Do you feel the way I feel, do you even care at all
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2. |
Cross My Heart
02:34
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Laying in a king sized coffin
You make excuses not to change
Nothing will ever come that easy
Still you convince yourself you’re locked inside a cage
Each night, I try to close my eyes
And pretend that I am blind
Each night, I try to close my eyes
Cross my heart, hope you don't die
Each drink becomes an empty promise
Made to yourself you’ll always know you'll never keep
Each pill’s a kiss goodnight
Placed between your lips so tight
To lose you in repose
Swallow your medicine
So you never feel again
Swallow your medicine
And wish away the pain
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3. |
Out To Sea
03:17
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I took the wrong way down
And I couldn’t stand my ground
I’m paying for it now
I played the victim
At the hands of my self-doubt
But I made it through somehow
And I could not see, I had to believe
The weight of regret slowly drags me by my neck, and we say
(Woah)
And I was drowning
Alone in open seas
Tethered to my grief
My head was twisted
My heart thrown out to sea
Miles from the shore
And we will run, squeeze every minute
And we will run
As fast as we can
And we will run
To death in our hands
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4. |
Cold Hearts
03:15
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Each passing moment, that drops the seconds hand
Is a haunting reminder, of what I cannot have
I'm a half-drunken salesman, singing songs that I can't sell
With fucked up excuses, for stories to tell
We’re still waiting
Each year moves faster, I can't seem to catch my breath
I stare in the mirror, Predicting my own death
I'm tired of running, I can't keep up the pace
I'm a marathon dropout, and it’s marked across my face
We’re still waiting
And time slips by
The days turn into nights
And we just keep getting older
While our hearts keep getting colder
Clock hands are turning, and I know they won't subside
They've got 24 chances, to ruin both our lives
Clock hands are burning, til the flames they reach the sky
We’ve got 24 reasons, why we shouldn’t even try
We’re still waiting
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5. |
The Surgery
02:23
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You are living in denial
You’ve got so far to go, but you refuse to let it show
You make giving up seem easy
You’re digging deep inside, there’s nothing at all (nothing at all)
This is a surgery
To remove the part of you from me
To cut away at memories
Protect the body from disease
You’re standing in a single file
Lock step and swallowing, orders not worth mentioning
And when you choke I know you’ll need me
To help you catch your breath
There’s nothing at all (nothing at all)
Counting the cans that I’ve been drinking
Some have helped me to forget
Some have kept this ship from sinking
I wanna raise a glass so tall
Fill it up with anything
But there’s nothing at all (nothing at all)
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ShotClock Richmond, Virginia
Richmond, Virginia is a breeding ground for punk rock creativity. Three piece pop punk power trio, ShotClock, is Richmond's latest offering. The band bridges the gap between contemporary and classic pop punk sounds with catchy three minute jams. The band is led by singer guitarist Pedro Aida with a rotating supporting cast for the rhythm section. ... more
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