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Icarus at Twenty-Six
02:50
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I am tired and stressed
Feeling desperate and sad
When I just want to feel alive
I want to be someone else
Someone who doesn't have to hide
The sharp sting of regret tracing every step
Every mistake I ever made you pointed out
You couldn't help yourself
It's just like you to pull me down
I am bored to death
Feeling so reckless and lost
When I just want to feel alright
I want to be somewhere else
Somewhere I don't ever have to hide
The dull ache of distress haunting every step
All the changes I tried to make were not enough
You couldn't help yourself
It's just like you to hold me back
When I finally feel like I'm starting to take flight
You say be careful not to keep flying so high
I couldn't help myself
I flew into the sun
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The Day of the Phoenix
03:55
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You came with open arms and left me red
With blisters on my skin
I don't think it was just by accident
That I found myself embraced
It's a circle drawn in flame
All of the things that you touch
Are falling apart, but their pieces will
Fall into place, wherever they lay
And build something new
You came with eager hands and left me pale
So ready to forget
I don't think it was a coincidence
That I fell into your grip
It's an image carved in me
All of the things that you touch
Are falling apart, but their pieces will
Fall into place, wherever they lay
And build something new
In the fire, I will burn
Only to rise again
From ashes, I'll rise anew
Spread my wings, hope I can fly
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All you need is time
To break everything that I built
But that's alright
It's just who you are
All you need is quiet
To get far away from the noise
To block it out, to smother the sound
You just want a break
All you need is water
To rinse off the things that you've done
Well, you're not proud of how you turned out
I'll give you a break, it's not your fault
But I'll confess, I have my doubts
When you're not around I feel fine
I've seen your best, I've seen your worst
When you're feeling down
You drag me down with you
All you need is home
That feeling when you are alone
When all your doubts come pouring out
You can't make it stop
All you need is wine
To drown all the feelings you get
So drink your fill, you've already lost
I'll give you a break, it's not your fault
But I'll confess, I have my doubts
When you're not around I feel fine
I've seen your best, I've seen your worst
When you're feeling down
You drag me down with you
I hope you get what you wanted
I hope it's all that you wished for
I hope that it keeps you going
I hope you figure it out
But I'll confess, I have my doubts
When you're not around I feel fine
I've seen your best, I've seen your worst
When you're feeling down
You drag me down with you
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Front Toward Enemy
02:44
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Her lips burn a shade of red I've never seen
Glowing crimson in the fog she breathes
Her fingertips are gray and cold again my skin
Her touch leaves me winded, wanting her again
I will give up everything but her
Nothing else means anything to me
She swore she was mine
Her scent lingers on everything I touch
Everything I see is in her reach
Her promise fills my body, twisting deep within
Reaching for the inside to leave her darkness there
I will burn down everything for her
Nothing else means anything at all
I can't put her down, my hands feel wrong without her
I can't leave her now, I don't remember who I am
I will give up everything but her
Nothing else means anything to me
I will burn down everything for her
Nothing else means anything at all
Everything she told me was a lie
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A Woman in White
03:42
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I am ready to hear
I am ready to see
I am ready to feel
I am ready to breathe
I'm just tearing at myself
Ripping the seams
I'm just peeling back the tape
Watching it break
I'm just waiting for the sea
To wash me away
I'm just standing on the brink
Ready to leave
I am ready to fear
I am ready to fall
I am ready to bend
I am ready to break
I'm just tearing at myself
Ripping the seams
I'm just peeling back the tape
Watching it break
I'm just waiting for the sea
To wash me away
I'm just standing on the brink
Ready to leave
You can never go home again
You can never go back
My love, the course is set
You can never take back
Or fix the things you said
You can never go home again
The house we built, I tore it down
Now you will live with this, my dear
You won't forget me
I'm just tearing at myself
Ripping the seams
I'm just peeling back the tape
Watching it break
I'm just waiting for the sea
To wash me away
I'm just standing on the brink
Ready to leave
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Red, all I saw was red
And everything I hated about you
They say that's the color of wrath
But I'm not angry, I'm just bleeding
Black, all I saw was black
The endless void that you left in your wake
They say that's just empty space
But I'm not empty I'm just shallow
You were golden, the rising sun
You bathed me in colors so bright
You were silver and crystalline
You shattered in my trembling hands
White, all I saw was white
The purgatory that I built for us
They say that's the color of light
But I'm not lucent, I'm a mirror
You were golden, the rising sun
You bathed me in colors so bright
You were silver and crystalline
You shattered in my trembling hands
You are a beacon glowing in the night
Everything I love about the light
You are a lantern burning in the dark
Everything I love about the fire
You were golden, the rising sun
You bathed me in colors so bright
You were silver and crystalline
You shattered in my trembling hands
You were crimson, a sacred fire
You kissed me with embers and ash
You were endless, a blinding white
You drowned me in your burning light
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Cazador Dallas, Texas
Cazador is a project by Dallas-based musician Michael Miranda, inspired by all the ridiculous emo shit he listened to as a teenager. Indulge in the dulcet tones of one man’s inescapable depression and constantly-unfolding existential crisis as he delivers song after song about his inability to cope with being a real boy. ... more
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