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Grasping at a Lead Balloon

by By Design

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1.
Welcome Home 04:36
Shield your eyes from wrongdoings of sadistic men But to our surprise we look back again And we're Watching, waiting Wishing, wanting Watching, waiting Wishing, wanting Have you even sealed the deal or are you martyred by The self righteous mass appeal? (Inside my mind) Inside my false dimension I'm Fine not knowing what is real And I welcome you home Turn a blind eye to the burden placed upon the others But in time the sights will come back again And we're Fearing, loathing Waiting for this Fearing, loathing Waiting for this Thrown in the fire Thus we choke Fear the hand Around your throat Have you even sealed the deal or are you martyred by The self righteous mass appeal? (Inside my mind) Inside my false dimension I'm Fine not knowing what is real And I welcome you home All along we feel but we don't speak And feel the tension rising Self-fulfilled and propagated scene I fear the tension rising Thrown in the fire Thus we choke Fear the hand Around your throat Have you even sealed the deal or are you martyred by The self righteous mass appeal? (Inside my mind) Inside my false dimension I'm Fine not knowing what is real And I welcome you home
2.
Wake Again 03:35
Unstable ground; Constantly the run around. Straight line the sorrow without a single sound. Here I lay, as things become clear as day. This high's the closest thing to love I'll chase. Feel sorry for yourself, 'til it rips through your veins; then feel nothing at all for those whose lives you've stripped away. Then you stumble back home, fall asleep in your bed; prepared to never wake again. Racing mind, uneasy feeling all the time. Key in the lock, solace to leave me blind. Lie awake, delusioned dreaming keeps me safe. This denial's, all that holds me sane. Feel sorry for yourself, 'til you see that mistake then you pass on the blame, to the sick and deranged. Then you look in the mirror, immune to what you see. Prepared to live in a fallacy. I'm sorry for things that you think I did to you, but you were absent when I needed you the most. I'm in too deep now, I can't get out. There's been too much to weigh me down, I can't get out. Feel nothing but a shell, as the mars lights approach. That mistake is dead and gone there's a knife to your throat. Then you look in the mirror horrified by what you see. Then you turn to the bottle stumble back to your bed. And you're prepared to never wake again.
3.
Have you seen the seven? I see it all so clear. Why don't you hither closer, my dear? I'll tell you of a book Which ensures you won't be damned Cause once the white woman calls on me Time no longer holds a steady path Madness clings to me Like a stale disease Looking through a black hole My futures very clear Neither god nor satan I'm not one to be feared Bringer of prestigious value To my blood and flesh Once our seven bodies tumble down Time will cease to exist And I'll have saved us I'll have saved us Madness clings to me like a stale disease I've lost myself to a stranger Deterrence from tragedy consistently fails me Its been ignored for too long I'll do what needs to be done Do my eyes deceive? I have never seen a gruesome display so strewn out in a home of memories Turn away from the scene now knowing evil does exist Its in the unexpected smiles on the street Tip to the boiling point, is it the mind to blame? Tip to the boiling point, is it the mind? Madness clings to me like a stale disease I've lost myself to a stranger Deterrence from tragedy consistently fails me Its been ignored for too long I'll do what needs to be done Tip to the boiling point, is it the mind to blame? Tip to the boiling point, is it the mind to blame? Tip to the boiling point, is it my mind to blame? Tip to the boiling point, is it the mind?
4.
Tic Tac 04:13
As if I needed more time Watching the blind leading blind From their doorstep, falling to their deaths Shaking fists at outstretched hand again You don't seem the educated type And we won't march in line, keeping time [Sample] (When you're dealing with the terrorists, you have to take out their families. When you get these terrorists, you have to take out their families. They care about their lives, don't kid yourself. They'd like to pretend they don't care about their lives, You have to take out their families.) Come child, your voice is strong You won't be heard elsewhere Take what you've been given Forgo questions or be forgotten Its right outside your doorstep Ready to accept defeat Ready to regress Not one to object Comply to the overhaul ahead You won't alter plans that have tested time And we won't unify with peace of mind Come child, your voice is strong You won't be heard elsewhere Take what you've been given Forgo questions or be forgotten Truth is your opinion Pathetic, what we've become We stand alone in the trembling wake of a Liars war and the free world's fall from grace When all we know is consider fake we'll Find comfort in this fragile state Reap what others sow and ignore the debts we all have to pay We can't ignore the sickness spreading forth This senseless apathy will do more harm than force We can't ignore Its worse than times before This senseless apathy will do more harm that force
5.
End Game 05:25
You said you always wanted a queen Someone you could rely on to kiss your feet Now every night I hear how I'm stripping you dry And its my fault, you didn't ask for this life And I'm alone now sitting here in the dark Thinking bout how I should have never shared thought With a son of a bitch who picked at my flaws You broke me down You broke me down I pushed myself against the wall I caged myself in the dark You always claim that you wanna play Though you know its better left for another day I pushed myself against the wall Now the story moves onward to a broken man Swollen eyes, he's holding his head in his hands Can't hold up to the constant barking demands And reminders theres others better than him And your hateful daggers continue to twist Until you're satisfied with the new self-loathing him Dependent on false love you can't be bothered to give You broke him down You broke him down Do you ever ask yourself, whats the end game? Do you ever ask yourself, whats the end? I pushed myself against the wall I caged myself in the dark You always claim that you wanna play Though you know its better left for another day I pushed myself against the wall Do you ever ask yourself, whats the end game? Do you ever ask yourself, whats the end? I pushed myself against the wall I caged myself in the dark You always claim that you wanna play Though you know its better left for another day I pushed myself against the wall I pushed myself against the wall I pushed myself against the wall

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"Grasping at a Lead Balloon" is the debut EP from alternative rock duo, By Design. The EP includes a combination of heavy hitters and solemn melodic pieces.

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released May 25, 2018

Drums: Paul Lambert (tracks 1 through 4)
Josh Wheeler (track 5)
Album artwork: Mikenna Sarabia

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