Lyrics: Dainius Tipple Trepekunas/Nicholas Joseph Oliver O'Flanagan
Music: Dainius Tipple Trepekunas/Nicholas Joseph Oliver O'Flanagan
Chorus:
Stories of the witching hour
Haunting us with all its power
Often told and laced with powder
Silence makes the pain scream louder
Hear the sounds of blazing fire
Throwing out the mast with anger
Climbing up the tallest tower
Just to find the smallest flower
Verse 1:
This chaos, I don't need
Work through the weekend
Cook through the week
Learnt through the deep end
Hurts for the week
Purging the evil I seen
Believe me
I don't wanna be 6 ft deep
With regrets in my spirit
My legacy won't
Succumb to this
One with this
Type mindset
Witching Hour Remix Lyrics
That come with this
Thunderous type lightning
As I stand on the brink of existence
I reflect through that fighting and violence
Telling them that it's all your story
You're the one with the pen there writing
Wish I coulda told me that
Way back then
Some mistakes wouldn't
Even of happened
Didn't think I had a choice
Took no action
Sat and watched it
All unfold
Distracting myself
With a cereal bowl
And them cartoons playing
How could I have known?
How could I foretold
That mum would have died
And dad would have shown
His sinister side
A family divided
Trauma responded
With nothing but Silence
STILL I SURVIVED IT.
Chorus:
Stories of the witching hour
Haunting us with all its power
Often told and laced with powder
Silence makes the pain scream louder
Hear the sounds of blazing fire
Throwing out the mast with anger
Climbing up the tallest tower
Just to find the smallest flower
Breakdown:
Mind dipping out
I'm crying aloud
I never did find
An answer till now
Surviving inside
Of a devilish house
Crimson intent
All over and found
Hope is a relic
I never could find
Family ties
Cut my throat
Till I die
Ask what I'm bout
I'll tell you tonight
My darkest hours
Expressed through
Party powders
I Confess
That My Heart devoured
My mind
It depart from reality
Actually twisted
Carry the traits of a typical victim
Another lost cause
Lost to the system
Another just cause
fighting the kingdom
The last one of my bloodline
Listen
Chorus 2:
Pray to god that heavens can hear me
Eternally scream through the ether
Either Ease up
Or get lost waiting
There's ya chance
Brudda
Go
And take it
Cuz he won't
So you should
Ain't no telling
if the path you took
Is right one
Only
When the time gone
Bygones
Looking like
bygone
Hi I'm high on
Life's sweet nectar
Looking like cyclops
Only got one sight
Right now
I'm on
Correcting the wrongs
They did in the night
Never thought anyone
Witnessed it like
I witnessed it all
And buried my strife
Didn't speak out
Unless it's on mic
Didn't reach out
And tell 'em I'm fine
Kept it too self
And doubled the knives
That wounded my heart
Without
Thinking
Twice
Twice
Why
I kept it inside
Life's
Highs
Keeping me blind
Never can look
Back
Peacefully
I
Pick apart
Rearrange it
Still live with the same old
Stains in
My bloodstream
All the same mistakes
Same good days and
Same bad waves
Waving
Goodbye
To the guy
That remained
A new life
Right there
For the taking
So
I try
Separate the hate in
Words that I speak for
A purest statement
One pound to my name
I'm hoping the bars
Show the art
I'm painting
Breaking apart
My ego
Replacing
The thoughts
That corrupt
My mind
And erase them
Chorus:
Stories of the witching hour
Haunting us with all its power
Often told and laced with powder
Silence makes the pain scream louder
Hear the sounds of blazing fire
Throwing out the mast with anger
Climbing up the tallest tower
Just to find the smallest flower