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martes, 5 de enero de 2016

THE INTERCEDENT: "DRAINED" (VIDEOCLIP).




Los norteamericanos THE INTERCEDENT han estrenado videoclip para su nuevo single, “Drained”.


“Drained” lyrics:

There's a hole in this thing I can feel it
Feel it gasping and wheezing for the air it can't breathe in
It's cruel of me to think I can fix it
When there's nothing left in there to keep in

Now this lifeless soul can continue on
Same routine it's been for years and many years to come
I'll build a wall, to hide it all, and show that I'm still strong
Nothing can break this fortress I've become

But I'm drained
From head to toe I'm as dry as they come
Nothing to contain
Perhaps the gravity will bring me to the ground
Maybe someday
The wind will come and lead me to a better place
I'll let these scavengers take what they want until there's nothing left to take

There's a cold draft flowing through me I can feel it
Numbing every single part of me I still believe in
How can I give what I've still got when the person I am I've already forgot?
No, I refuse to believe that same soul is the same one that got himself stuck with that hole

Because that same soul will just keep floating on
Same routine it's been for years and many years to come
He'll build a wall, to hide it all, and show that he's still strong
Nothing can break the fortress he's become

But he's drained
From head to toe he's as dry as they come
Nothing to contain
Perhaps the gravity will bring him to ground
Maybe someday
The wind will come and lead him to a better place
He'll let those scavengers take what they want until there's nothing left to take

I'm scarred up, I'm beat down
But I keep coming back for more
I'm wound up, I'm played with
Then thrown back down to the floor
Don't worry, I'll still be there
When you decide you're bored
No feelings here, just chilling gears
That could just use a little warmth

Now that lifeless toy can keep unwinding on
Same routine it's been for years and many years to come
It'll paint a coat, to hide its rust, and show that it still works
Nothing can break the machine it's become

But it's drained
From gear to gear it's as dry as they come
Nothing to contain
Not even a paperweight can keep it to the ground
Maybe someday
A garbage truck will bring it to its rightful place
I'll let the scavengers take what they want until there's nothing left to take

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