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36 Crazyfists
36 Crazyfists


Background information
Origin Kenai, Alaska, United States
Genre(s) Nu Metal
Metalcore
Post-Hardcore
Years active 1994—present
Label(s) Roadrunner Records
DRT Entertainment
Associated acts Killswitch Engage
Skinlab
Straight Line Stitch
Witness the End
Website Website
Members
Brock Lindow
Steve Holt
Thomas Noonan
Brett Makowski
Former members
JD Stuart
Ryan Brownell
Mick Whitney



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36 Crazyfists Album


Rest Inside The Flames (06/12/2006)
06/12/2006
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Between the seasons we find room.
And I like the way your lips turned legendary.
And I like the way the sun will come to light.
But it won't be long until it's your very last goodbye.
Decide to make it hard to find, but make it.
And if you decide that you need a thousand heartaches,
and into this hotel room was the greatest mistake.
And I want this all to be just necessary
so when the darkness comes we won't need the light.
But it won't be long until it's your very last goodbye.
Decide to make it, between the seasons we find room.
This is as real as it gets with weapons in hand.
We opt to not lay down our guns.
Between the seasons we find room to breathe out.

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So we went after the crash, we step out alone.
An undivided healing that swallows us whole.
The air cuts like glass and you taste like winter.
And how long will you last, forever...
And congratulations you've become what you wanted.
Stepping out of this car with that look in your eyes
and knowing that you've never looked so beautiful.
Telephone lines away, death on the end and I’m screaming.
226 on the door, asking to make out while watching the war.
And nothing’s like this exit, pale white skin on memory.
And I’ve got the proof to frame the way.
As we danced, we bled across the floor.
And that never-ending supply that we wished for.
It took me 14 hours to get this sore
and knowing that you've never looked so beautiful.
25 days and I still can't get this right.
Telephone lines away, felt through a phone line

. . .


Could I be any further along when a room leaves nothing?
We close our eyes to avoid the sound.
You were traveling by an aeroplane over the ocean.
I was deciding the way to perform the rescue.
Could I be any more this way, done starting over.
The silence in you, and this could be,
and this could be the hardest thing to leave without a single trace.
Here without you, I fall apart.
Sleeping in the water so warm in a dream so stalking.
Dancing in darkness with the air so alive, believing.
I have been here more than I’d like to,
but it's the only way I know how to rescue.
Wake me up {when it’s over}.
Turn down the lights, don't wait for me,
{we’ll place these stars inside our hearts},
I’m pretty sure I won't be coming home tonight.

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And in the harbor she sleeps on her anchor waiting direction.
Then through the storms we align life and search forever after.
So we gather our way to answer all of our failures, with hope and redemption.
Rest inside the flames.
Continue the chase through the darkest.
Across the mouth and into this ocean, we see through skin to never forget.
When all hope is lost and hearts turn to lock, set your sights to improve.
Don't let the lights turn out.
This watery grave, inside every page.
Avoiding, avoiding. Don't let the lights turn out.
And Rest Inside The Flames

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I wrote this story so many days ago, and the words kept falling onto pages.
Without the loss we can't go on, and with the loss we became strong.
It's how it is, as we stare it down.
Oh my god do I think that this is the end of everything.
When everything inside wants me to feel like this is normal.
And in the quiet, the silence screams aloud.
And the panic resides along our inners.
And with the tragedy we go, pushing the hell so far below.
Desperate hands cover my face.
So stay calm this way in case we’re needed for emergency.
And if we are we’ll be prepared for action.
This is how it's supposed to be.
Somebody better call a doctor.
And maybe this could be the end of everything that we want. Don't panic.
And from a distance it seems that the water will wash panic away.
Oh my lord, believe.
There’s no need for emergency, but in case there is, distract it.
If this is the great descent, I won’t be running for the exits

. . .


The sun will set tonight
The sun will set
It’s a midnight swim, where it is late and the air is all clear.
And I remember that evening, you on the floor,
I was attached to the ceiling.
Look behind, that glass in your mouth, it’s what I am due for.
The sun will set tonight on all the lonely dreamers,
only to rise again so we can start it over.
And you were right when you whispered in my ear
and it all became so clear.
It’s gonna be alright,
everything will be alright even if the city ignites.
Now to get back to the room where there’s windows
as large as the city below.
Bring me down to the safe.
Unlock all of me, until then…
We’ll start it again so we can start it over.
The sun will set tonight

. . .


Are you comfortable with the skin you’re in?
Are you screaming loud enough to be important?
Are you following the path that you thought you would or wouldn’t?
And you backed it all along
when you’re pulling from what’s inside; it's honest there.
It took all these nights alone.
Alone we are.
Aurora, don't leave me out.
Your lipstick-stained life is arriving.
So at ease with the night that we drove along.
From the top of the hill where we conquer.
And the stop where we claim our life, our place, forever.
And we dreamt it all along, from the nights
when the line stayed alive, we shared.
In hope I speak your name for closure.
By a thread we’ll hang, to never give in.
Tonight may be the last night in these shoes.

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There will be many nights alone to pour the kerosene.
Scissors cut harness free, the spotlight on the bed of the serene.
And when you call me out in victory.
It's been a long night, and I still came up missing.
And I touch to believe.
I gather my faith to help me sleep.
Stare deep from the south.
Watermarked and straightened all out.
Lions spit broken teeth when armies of insects surround.
And when you call me out in victory, come call me out and gather me.
Hearts tear out in victory

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We cannot deny
What I would give for memories that wouldn’t keep me up at night.
We cannot deny.
It’s a shame that all we have is a memory that cannot kill the fear.
And get out get out alive.
You won’t find any comfort here.
When I begin.
And I may have friends,
some of them the best that any man has ever known.
But they have troubles; they have troubles all their own

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I hate choking on past words, I swim upstream.
The ones to never ever let you try.
Blackout, clear hearts won't counteract;
see through the dirt in your eyes.
You must stand on battle lines if you want to own blue skies.
Situations have turned the tide, the waters caving cast aside.
And you were barely coming through,
but yet it's you, the one to never ever let you die.
Blackout, clear hearts won’t counter act;
see through the death in our lives.
And since the dance floor has come to shine,
the time has come to light the night.
Unearth the things that you’re afraid of.
Takes more than death in our lives.

. . .


It’s a midnight swim, where it is late and the air is all clear.
And I remember that evening, you on the floor,
I was attached to the ceiling.
Look behind, that glass in your mouth, it’s what I am due for.
The sun will set tonight on all the lonely dreamers, o
nly to rise again so we can start it over.
And you were right when you whispered in my ear and it all became so clear.
It’s gonna be alright, everything will be alright even if the city ignites.
Look behind, that glass in your mouth, it’s what I am due for.
The sun will set tonight on all the lonely dreamers,
only to rise again so we can start it over, start it again
Now to get back to the room where there’s windows as large as the city
The sun will set tonight on all the lonely dreamers,
only to rise again so we can start it over, start it again

. . .


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