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Rating: Ok, the formula is a bit overused, but Still Remains apply it better than almost all their peers, and the shortcomings in terms of compositional originality and lyrical value are compensated by excellent technique, and songwriting that's certainly a bit banal but also very effective (precisely because it’s well-tested).
The massive and tasty use of keyboards (which gives a pleasant "gothic" aftertaste to the tracks) definitely distinguishes Still Remains a bit from the swarm of metalcore groups circulating today and offers some oxygen to the variety of tracks that would otherwise be very similar to each other, at least on the first listens.
In general, what the 12 tracks contained in this album offer is notable power, aggression and energy in the verses, interspersed with very melodic choruses and often quite catchy: on this note, I would like to clarify that Still Remains, contrary to what that "Love" in the album name might suggest, DO NOT play emo, emocore, or similar, so catchy in this case is not synonymous with "pop." Numerous "epic" moments dominated by keyboards, overwhelming drum surges and breakdowns with devastating impact help elevate the group above the average.
Definitely a great album for fans of the genre who will happily overlook its flaws, as for everyone else, give it a listen, who knows, maybe...
Tracklist Lyrics and Videos
02 The Worst Is Yet to Come (03:50)
These words have slipped again.
Stitch the lips of the one that murmurs them.
Cloud your vision, make everyone disappear.
There's still time to wake up.
Get out while you still can speak.
This mud is too thick to see through.
The stiches are coming out.
The wounds won't heal.
Is this embedded status permanent?
So, I'm fearing the worst is yet to come.
Days are getting shorter.
Close your eyes for awhile.
Rest a little longer.
This mud is too thick to see through.
The stitches are coming out.
The wounds won't heal themselves.
Is this embedded status perment?
So, I'm fearing the worst is yet to come.
Days are getting shorter.
Close your eyes for awhile.
Rest a little longer.
These shoulders are too weak to carry any more.
My will is too weak to carry on.
04 White Walls (04:28)
Quiet...Warm....Unable to speak a single word.
These white walls are taking me.
Saying the words we mean to no one.
It's the best way to kill the adolescent.
Familiar, restless, bleeding, constant.
I've given my eyes away to darkness
and locked all the entrances while visions of angels dance in my mind.
This world is a thief to our eyes.
This world is a theif in disguise.
If sight is lacking, take mine.
If sight is lacking, take my eyes.
I can hear them calling.
I can see them reaching out.
They're speaking my name.
They're pleading with my heart.
I can hear them calling.
I can see them reaching out.
They're speaking my name.
They're pleading with my heart.
These white walls are taking me.
These white walls are taking.
08 Kelsey (03:13)
He's held me for ransom for far too long.
I don't care how much it hurts.
I'll find a way to escape.
Point his weapon straight at my head.
The sooner you pull the trigger, the sooner I soak it all in.
Take it from my steps.
Take it from my words.
Strip the images from my mind.
Take the need to see from my eyes.
I'll keep my foundation.
I'll keep the tears.
I'll share the bloodshed that you gave up for me.
My hands have been bound for far too long.
I don't care about the pain, I'll find the means of escape.
Point his weapon straight at my head.
The sooner you pull the trigger, the sooner I soak it all in.
Take it from my steps.
Take it from my words.
Strip the images from my mind.
Take the need to see from my eyes.
Resist this torture of the millions.
The downfall of an age.
The fuel of our skin.
The end of something beautiful.
09 Recovery (05:16)
when I wake up,
I want to see you,
I need to hear you,
I want to live your life,
in my day I fail to see,
to seek the one who gives life,
I've looked away from your grace,
you've been waiting at the gates,
I'm running, you're standing still,
it's been so long since I've been here,
it's time to came back again,
it's time to make correction,
slain to the past,
recovery (ressurect me)
undeserving, you love me still,
you're love I love,
I've run away 1000 times,
I've run away for the last time,
and I'm alone with bleeding and broken hands,
it's been so long since I've seen your face
10 I Can Revive Him With My Own Hands (04:42)
if love was a door,
I've slammed it in your face,
ran out to the balcony,
and jumped to the ground,
I've sponged the place in gasoline,
before igniting the foundation,
and burning it to ashes,
if love was a plane,
then I've flown it to the highest point,
but then let it come crashing down to the earth,
fasten your seatbelts, were going down,
were going down now,
if love was a child,
then I've scolded him to no end,
he's been filled with nothing inside,
until the day when bullets filled the emptiness inside him,
from his own gun,
from his own hands,
love become the pill that stopped his shakes,
he's never crossed a man's face so hard,
love became the pill that put him under,
he's never scratched a man's heart so deep,
if love was born to die,
then I've buried it six feet under,
if you take the one,
and minus him by two,
you got the end of the world,
before it's even begun,
although I've ed his heart,
I can revive him with my own two hands
12 Blossom, the Witch (05:32)
She is the enchantment.
She is the filth that you love to crawl in.
You're forced to feed on the dirt that you can only perceive as passion.
But looks are deceiving.
Beauty is only skin deep.
She's put an end to existance.
She's put an end to us all.
THere's something in her eyes that says, "I'am here to tell you lies."
Meet her stare to entrap yourself in the place where love has died.
Beware the Blossom.
Beware of her eyes.
Run. You'll never make it out of here alive.
Run. You'll never make it out.
But looks are deceiving.
Beauty is only skin deep.
She's put an end to existance.
She's put an end to us all. Beware.
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