Bleeding Through - This Is Love, This Is Murderous

Band: Bleeding Through
Album: This Is Love, This Is Murderous
Year: 2003
Track 6 of 12
Genre: Metalcore, Melodic Death Metal

I do not own the writes for the picture or music in this video, I just want to express my support and play tribute to one of my favorite bands of all time. They were a truly underrated gem. The audio you're hearing is directly from the CD at 320 kbps.

Bleeding Through's second most selling album and this album is seen as the one that was the first to give them some success and attention. They were signed with Roadrunner and Trustkill records at the time, and this album is responsible for the creation of Motionless in White because it inspired Chris so much. Although this album received average reviews, this album still retains the strong writing and melodic riffs of the previous Bleeding Through albums and this album honestly, like like the band, is underrated.

Lyrics:
Midnight, we kill.
We slaughter the tongue of revolution.
To our graves, we are marked by the stain of lust.
How many times can I trust in you, my beloved friend?

Because every time I trust, I lose.
So I believe in nothing, nothing.
Because of you, I still believe in nothing.
Because of you, I still believe in nothing.

I'll always know my place in this world.
No longer fit in your fucking world anymore.
Your lust ruins everything.
Like a growing target on my back, I feel the knives are chasing.

See my eyes are no longer blind.
See my eyes are no longer blind.
There is a purpose in life today.
Destroying you every step of the way.

From this point on - no more friends.
I know my role in this world.
Don't fit in your fucking world.
This once meant everything to me.

Now another forgotten effigy.
Because only scars remain.
Broken bones form a hope that's been left grey.
I die every time I hear your fucking name.

Been left grey.
Been left grey.
And there is a purpose in life today.
Rise to your feet, as we march to our graves.

Fight back.
There is a purpose in life today.
Rise to your feet, as we march to our graves.
I can still feel your thoughts ripping me apart, tearing me apart.
Ripping you apart. tearing us apart.