Feb 25, 2016
https://soundcloud.com/anthony-lyder/wasteland
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https://soundcloud.com/anthony-lyder/wasteland
Although it's not real I have found that this fear Is more than it seems What breathing can't heal And the corner I found Is safer than real Because the battle gets cold And the rewards don't seem real It Might take great love to tear out this page, to unlock the door, and restart the flame Lord knows I want to fight, but I'm falling, forgetting what grace even looks like This cowardice inside, is crippling, and the pressure to flee wins out against the fight Don't “save me,” save me! It's not hiding if I don't return Bridge: Motivation gone, Been asleep too long Hoping for a friend, to pull me out Avoiding all of mine Losing track of time “Run away this time” is my addiction And this temptation is hard to resist With these scales on my eyes Lord knows I want to fight, but I'm falling, forgetting what grace even looks like This cowardice inside, is crippling, and the pressure to flee wins out against the fight Don't “save me,” save me! It's not hiding if I don't return
A just like that, a wild new song appears! Give it a listen, if you dare ;P
A sneak peak at some tunes from my new band, Brightsides!
Honest to God, I'm afraid of failure I see you think that I wear an unbreakable armor But I'm no prince Couldn't even break my fingers Couldn't even change her bones Couldn't even save my family A couple years without a home Couldn't even pray with constance Couldn't even change my heart Couldn't prepare for futures When I fall apart When I fall apart When I fall apart When I fall apart It's sitting in my darkest failures Hoping no ones home It's another defeat after defeat Another trying to breathe and leave and scream Reminding me that efforts hopeless “You should go back home” Run away son don't face this Run away son don't face this I've made myself alone I know it's just a circle The words inside my head Sometimes breathing helps Until it doesn't help, and I Know I'm afraid of losing my way But I can't see through compulsions to stay here, locked in my bathroom, Glued to the floor Is there a savior out there?
Here’s a video of me and my beautiful fiance singing a song of mine, “Better”
I lost my innocence In the way most good things are lost Without noticing and in a hurry to move Quicken my breath, thinking the next step Will open my heart, and fix what is left And I imagined it perfect But perfect is dead, How was I to know that I’m broken? I'm lovesick again Which way is the best? I can't find my way Am I my heart or my head? (Speak to me!) Which way is the best? If I'm not right this is dead Don't want my lust to control us afraid, because every time I try to live selfless I end up selfish instead I lost my way again In between the lines The ones that start at “friend” but end in oneness I said “here’s a line I won’t bend” Now there’s been a change in perspective I want to seek giving instead of my gaining The lines that we’re painting are blurry but painted Because I’m still love sick _our hearts are strange machines pumping blood with the same disease even in the most honest of gestures we find darkness inside I want better love than the stuff I was born with a conscience that doesn’t justify my self seeking ways To be transformed transformed, transformed Again, I need new love I need better love The Supernatural kind I only see It lives in God's eyes Final Chorus: (Lovesick) Again, though I don't know what is best, I can't love my way Without the "giving" it's all just a charade So I'm counting on patience instead to be worth it and right in the end I need new love I need new love
