Dance of the Obscure [Explicit]

by Something Else Broken

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released March 30, 2014

All songs (music and lyrics) created, recorded, and mixed by Something Else Broken 2014

*except Track 9 - Fallen From the Depths, created, recorded, and mixed by Something Else Broken with 'Trance Demo' sample by Jannic Böhme, used with permission.

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Something Else Broken El Paso, Texas

Solo musician, combining poetry and songwriting with a melancholy obscure sound mixed with a hopeful tone of the bittersweet, just like life; philosophical, then impractical. On the verge of sanity’s embrace, slipping, rambunctiously, trying to create a sense of order and then losing the self in a flurry of pensive tonality. Born and raised in El Paso, Texas. ... more

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Track Name: Informal
Excuse me, but, where are all of your manners? You nearly forgot to clean up the blood from the walls that you so deliberately claimed against our own wills. You took all of your blades – slit everyone’s wrists and throats until there was nothing else left to bleed.

Why must you present yourself? So informal! – That you don’t even show your face in this time of suffering. Leave us on this hell of a world to die without hope; dressed in black to mourn the human race mortality.

Remember the first day that they met you? – Could not suspect someone so ‘pure’ – Working up to have their entrusted faith you took over their lives. You took all of your blades – slit everyone’s wrists and throats until there was nothing else left to bleed.

Why must you present yourself? So informal! – That you don’t even show your face in this time of suffering. Leave us on this hell of a world to die without hope; dressed in black to mourn the human race mortality.

Why must you present yourself? So informal! - That you don’t even show your face in this time of suffering. You left us on this fuck of a world to die without hope. You’re dressed in black to mourn the human race mortality.
Track Name: Masochist
You get your pleasure from being dominated - loving to feel like you’re just worthless. Brutal slaps and blows seem to your enjoyment (and forget about strangling) you would die with happiness.

Your twisted ways (are a big attraction to me) I wanna knock you up (and down a few times around) I can’t tell whether or not (this is what you want) But I don’t care because you like the pain.

Masochist is what you are – and I like it

Taking control over your body, being seduced by the back of my hand, slowly running my fingers down you (then come back up) Oh! It hurts so good.

Masochist is what you are – and I like it

Masochist is what you are – and I like it

Beat you down and hard
That's how this game is played baby
And it looks like you're getting a high score
Now bend the fuck over bitch and take it
Track Name: Whispers of Deceit
I never thought things would turn out this way. It all went wrong, and I guess I’m the one to blame. This war is hurtful to them, me, and you. We got blindsided and now we’re running for our lives.

You never thought you’d live to see the day we all fought back and beat you at your own damn game. Now let me hear scream how much it hurts to see the path you took turn out to be the worst.

You lied to us, we started suffocating and burning from the flames. Wicked are the ones who broke us down. Where is all your shame? Don’t go pointing fingers. Every now and then I find a thought in my head. Don’t you know that violence doesn’t help?

Sent to a kill-zone directed, towards our death; dying for a cause that wore thin in the fight for power. We stood up strong but faced fear in our hearts, afraid to speak up so we silently march to glory.

You fought for those who won’t remember. They never gave a fuck about you.

You lied to us, we started suffocating and burning from the flames. We all love to hate the innocent but turn your head around; you just might notice that even when revenge is at the threshold - Don’t you know that violence doesn’t help?

And now a moment of silence for the undaunted Hero…

You lied to us, we started suffocating and burning from the flames. Have you ever felt like you’re alone? Trying to figure out just what to do next, you put the bottle down and reach for the knife. Don’t you know that violence doesn’t help?

You lied to us, we started suffocating and burning from the flames. Open up your eyes it’s not what you think. Pretty little lies behind a masquerade. They talk to you of honor but you are no hero. Don’t you know that violence doesn’t help?
Track Name: Bastard
Listen to every word through the tears and shrieks and you will hear the truth.

Child, don’t you dare give up. You will make it through the dark and cruel world just fine.

But I will carry on, though I am broken and defeated, my memory and my dis-romantic view of life are golden
Track Name: To the Bottom of a Broken Glass
Stick the needle into your vein – direct hit. Do it again. Feel it rushing in you like a bitch that’s taking over your body. Empty the syringe. Let your blood soak it. Here comes the coma again but this time it will stay.

Remember when we only wanted heartbreaks to slice? Because I do. We’re treated with a somber illusion of colored disfiguration. We drown out common morality and behavior; we’re unsatisfied with our life. We fashion toward the sky and the sea is just another suicidal pit for us.

In the midst of it all, an addiction to fantasy. Take these excuses and inject them down with the remedies. If this world is too much for the state of mind that you’re in, you can escape your fate by becoming a junkie…

Sit still. Falling asleep. Reverse the symptoms of side effects. Keep quiet. They’ll hear us. Those words are leaving your mind with an eloquent flow. See you at the bottom of a broken glass. You’ve plunged down that road. It’s too late to help you.

Remember when we only wanted heartbreaks to slice? Because I do. We’re treated with a somber illusion of colored disfiguration. We drown out common morality and behavior; we’re unsatisfied with our life. We fashion toward the sky and the sea is just another suicidal pit for us.
Track Name: Hear You Bleed
Reaching for the knife on the counter, but it's too far and you’re too weak to stand up and grab it. Slowly inch towards your death - failing every other time - but you know that it will be different on this attempt (Come on, grab it. I dare you)

If it were up to me to decide whether or not you should live then I guess I would say, “I don’t know.”(Each is their own god) Keeping a steady eye, I give a glance in your direction to find that you have finally done it once and for all (Shit, look at this fucking mess)

And now here you bleed. Before the screams of shock you fell dead silent. I can hear you bleeding as every sinful drop of blood is poured onto the ground.

And now here you bleed. Before the screams of shock you fell dead silent. I can hear you bleeding as every sinful drop of blood is poured onto the ground.
Track Name: Bloodshot
You wear me out like a multi-genre record download. I can’t listen to a tune too intuitively without beginning to think that we are in too deep with this. The screeching sound of ugly martyrs us beginning to impair my judgmental sacrilege. Is it okay if I lay a hand on your mouth so that you will no longer be able to speak such garbage?

Paint the walls red. Set up a table for two and maybe perhaps just a bit of candle-lit drama setting the stage for old news - the static unity of a bond and eradicated empty memories. No more or less is the affection present in monochrome. We are travelling by bloodstream – alone, and far apart – connected only by signal.
Track Name: Fallen from the Depths
A fucking fairytale to last forever, sleeping sound, tears falling again. Perfection is the definition of beauty. Now lie your way into a not-so-happy end.

Suspicion kissed you on the cheek when I first did. A new affair created sub rosa by lacking confidence.

Devils and angels fuck around with each other. A fiery passion exploding on your face. Arousal knocking at the door. What to do now? Your soul is marked with ‘un-sanity.’ Will you remember me?

Suspicion kissed you on the cheek when I first did. A new affair created sub rosa by lacking confidence. Black lipstick printed on your neck, a knife between your teeth. A kiss injected with a shot of the past and a pain that makes your wrists burn like hell.