I Kill Giants​/​Sinatra Split

by I Kill Giants

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released 16 March 2012

I Kill Giants side recorded by Max Schad and Dylan Hanwright
Mixed & Mastered by Max Schad

Artwork by Louis Byron

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Track Name: Sirens
Your voice is a siren, lodged in the confines of your throat, you must crack it open like a jar.
But remember, the lid is childproof, so you need to push before twisting it.
Don't scream into the corner of your room, but through the gaping hole of your window.
Alarm everyone to know that you are alive, that you are here to stay.

We're waiting for the inside storm
That seeps right through your pores
You'll never be alone.

I have been wasting your time, and I apologize.
But you've got time on your side, and you need to step outside your mind.

We're waiting for the inside storm
We're waiting for you.
We're waiting for you to call
We're waiting for you.

And if you need proof, pour your wounds onto the floor like the priceless artifacts they are.
Show them your scars to prove that you have been cut, but you will always heal.
Just don't let go of your heart, the prisoner that it is.
If you ever need to let it out, all you have to do is scream.

We're waiting for the inside storm
That seeps right through your pores
You'll never be alone.

I have been wasting your time, and I apologize.
But you've got time on your side, and you need to step outside your mind.
Track Name: X's
What do you see in me?
What is the first thing you think, when I tell you with sober eyes, that I am awake, that I am alive?
But I am blind and ostracized.
Watch me ruin myself again and again.
Wash these X's off my hands.
(All my friends are dead)
And I will feel nothing, from the neck down
The pressure is crushing
I need relief from all the failure I have found.
I'm sorry love, but I can't hear you screaming.
The guilt is synchronized, and it sings to me.
I'm fine here all alone,
This is almost like a home.
Take this blood straight from my arms
and tell me just where I belong.

I know that things at home might never be the same, but I wrote this anyway (it's hard) just to (I can't) be free.

There must be a place for the god-fearless man
Who tore out the stitches that joined his two hands
Who buried his own bible in the ground on which he stands
There must be a place for me.

There must be a place for the broken-hearted man
Desperate. Jealous of the one that takes her hand.
He needs someone to tell him but there's no one here who can,
That there must be a place for me.

There must be a place for these X's on my hands
Torn between forgetting and remembering the plan
You say you respect me, but you just don't understand.
There must be a place for me.