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Senses Fail

Senses Fail is an American Post-hardcore band from Ridgewood, New Jersey. Formed in 2002, the line up initially consisted of vocalist Buddy Nielsen (born February 18, 1984), drummer Dan Trapp (born January 17, 1988), guitarists Dave Miller and Garrett Zablocki and being completed by bassist Mike Glita. The only original members left in the band are vocalist Buddy Nielson, and drummer Dan Trapp. Presently, the lineup now consists of Buddy, Dan, guitar players Zack Roach and James Smith, along with bassist Jason Black. The band quickly issued their debut EP, From the Depths of Dreams and maintained a thriving Internet presence. Two years later their debut album, Let It Enfold You was released. In 2005 guitarist Dave Miller left the band and was replaced by Heat… more »

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2004

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It's 4 am and we will stalk again
The princess and your better queen.
On the fourth day of july
Deep in summer's eye,
Naked like the truth should always be.

So speak your mind.
(Don't folow, with your foot)
All this pain here.
(All comes from, your trial)
I won't listen.
(Your memory, is bleeding)
My lies are faced with blue.

Coming straight from off the wires
Southern face and drunken father
Crying as she's carving in her flesh

It's 4 am and we will stalk again
The princess and your better queen.
On the fourth day of july
Deep in summer's eye,
Naked like the truth should always be.

This falls on
(All palm trees, and trash heaps)
This burning bed
(Where my eyes, will not sleep)
Watching romance from a far,
See bleeding from the glass on my feet
Learning I love the smell of flesh.

It's 4 am and we will stalk again
The princess and your better queen.
On the fourth day of july
Deep in summer's eye,
Naked like the truth should always be.

An angel, on his two knees.
Arms stretched, toward a red sea
Of violence, and assultry done.
The scenic, view of carnage
Caused by, the sore in his hands
The beauty resonates in birth.

Its plain to see, the wind beneath the trees.
Flowing free, the summer breeze is sweet.
But in this place, I'm choked by my own air.
I love the taste, of your blackened lips.

It's 4 am and we will stalk again
The princess and your better queen.
On the fourth day of july
Deep in summer's eye,
Naked like the truth should always be.

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