1. |
Dark Days
04:27
|
|
||
|
2004, the year my brother was born.
There was a day where I didn’t know if I would see the sun rise again.
She’s been selling herself for less than gold, but she’s worth more than diamonds.
And he has been treating her as less than the dirt in his soles for reasons unknown.
Why?
And I can’t forget the look in that devil’s eyes
When he stared at me ready to take my life.
My brother’s father loves drugs just as much as hitting my mother.
I was too young to understand it.
Too innocent to know what was happening in front of me.
Will I ever see the sun rise again?
Will I live to tell this tale?
Running and hiding and screaming
Will I live to tell this tale?
Mother is the name for God on my lips.
There is not a hand in those clouds.
There is no one watching me.
No one to save me. No one sees me.
She’s been selling herself for less than gold, but she’s worth more than diamonds.
And he has been treating her as less than the dirt in his soles for reasons unknown.
Why?
And I can’t forget the look in that devil’s eyes
When he stared at me ready to take my life.
An act of kindness or coincidence?
I honestly couldn’t say.
This was the first time I believe God showed His face to me.
Maybe, just maybe, He sees me.
I’ll never forget the look in that devil’s eyes.
|
||||
2. |
50/50
03:55
|
|
||
|
Every day I wake up I put on this cold steel mask. It's a task.
Thoughts and feelings pushed to the side cause I can't begin to know hot to cope.
Oddly enough to me I'm comfortable at the end of my rope.
I've been searching with no response as time ticks on in this clock.
We're all dead to me it seems and that could just be the best thing.
Drugs, they take more of my friends than cancer.
50\50 we're all gonna die.
I may as well prick my arm just for a seconds high.
50\50 we're all gonna die.
Then put a gun in my mouth and say goodbye.
The truth is I wrote this song because I can't get it out of my head that my friend overdosed on meth.
You've been searching with no response as time ticks on in this clock.
We're all dead to me it seems and what does it even mean?
50\50 we're all gonna die.
I may as well prick my arm just for a second's high.
50\50 we're all gonna die.
Then put a gun in my mouth and say..
I hate this world of drugs and booze.
I hate that my friends entertain it even more.
I've been watching everyone I love drop like flies, and it haunts me every single day and night.
But I can't escape my past and I can't see a future in sight.
I am insecure, unconfident.
I missed my friends before they were dead.
|
||||
3. |
Prizefighter
04:17
|
|
||
|
All of those days I had been so lost in myself.
I've been building my own walls and digging my own grave.
Can you tell me the way to fix myself?
I've sold who I was so long ago, and all I want is everything that I have been promised.
So test yourself, believer; Can you survive your past?
Try yourself believer.
Where is your faith?
Break these that you've built.
Take the path you claim, or sit on that throne of guilt.
Son, I have watched you fall through heaven and hell and all.
Lost and broken solely torn. I've lost Your way and found my own.
I'll take all of this for granted.
Constantly aware of my destruction, rock bottom is not some place to call home.
What will it take to come back home?
|
||||
4. |
Cresendo
02:35
|
|
||
5. |
Winter Winds
03:27
|
|
||
|
Sixty days in the winter cold.
Stormy winds, cigarettes, and drunken nights.
Anything I could do to numb the pain,
Because my heart feels heavy and my life is empty;
I'd do anything to earn another shot.
I feel so dead inside.
If you can find a way to ease my mind God show me now,
Because the world has got me down.
I'm doing the best I can, but everything I touch burns to the ground.
Can no one hear my screams?
To me they are deafening.
Sixty days in the winter cold.
I miss the love that I used to know.
And in light of all of my faults would you stay? (Would you stay?)
Just to be honest, I sold you for someone who didn't deserve it.
I'm worn out and I am spent.
I don't have anything left to give.
I'm tired of who I was before.
Sick of this twisted perversion of a son.
I rebuke the man that I used to be.
I'm giving it all today in hopes that you would take me as I am.
I'm saving face and giving grace.
I want my name to be in that book some day.
|
||||
6. |
|
|||
7. |
|
|||
Conquerors Indianapolis, Indiana
We put our heart into our music. Nothing less. This means the world to us, and we hope to share our love and passion with you.
If you like Conquerors, you may also like:
featured on Bandcamp Radio Jun 9, 2023
go to album
A hammering new record from Thou finds the long-running group at their scorching best.
go to album
SYSTEMS OF TERROR
by Hate Force
featured on Bandcamp Radio Mar 29, 2024
go to album
Caught in the Treads
by Gatecreeper
featured on Bandcamp Radio Mar 1, 2024
go to album
A HOMELAND DENIED: A Compilation for the Palestinian Liberation
by Hardcore 4 Gaza Initiative
featured on Bandcamp Radio Feb 2, 2024
go to album
No Love Lost
by Year Of The Knife
featured on Bandcamp Radio Nov 10, 2023
go to album
Chicago hardcore veterans embrace industrial metal, doom, and experimental electronics to transcendent, explosive effect.
go to album
