Traumatosis - As the Meter Ticks

Stream the whole album at http://www.traumatosis.com

From the debut album Cold Reading.
Written and produced by Damon Martin.

Damon Martin - vocals and instrumentation
Gav Allan - drums

I don't see the world the way you do.
I am a vessel for god's love to run through.
I have a light that shines above my head.
Everybody knows me as the guy who talks to the dead.
Your boy was taken, snatched away.
Now, please give me a moment while I picture the abductor's face.
His skin is dark. His hair; jet black.
Wait, please don't interrupt me. I may never get this vision back.
I'm afraid it does not look good.
Just one of them walked out of there. He's hiding somewhere in the woods.
I'm seeing water, trees and two large stones.
That's where he waits for you, hoping that you find him soon.
You fool.

Don't even try to place the blame on me.
I can't help what I see!
I'm here to help, don't shoot the messenger.
I channel honestly.
Maybe if you had locked your doors,
the brat wouldn't have got away.
How am I supposed to work,
when you act so defensively?
Can't you see that I'm trying to you give you some peace of mind.
Where the hell's my sympathy?
You're just mad 'cause you're a typical Sagittarius.
You're just out to get me.
There's nothing wrong with my ego or my mind's functioning.
You're just jealous 'cause you're not special.
Not like me. God gave a gift to me.
God, he gave a gift to me.
A gift he never gave to you.

You want them to depend themselves,
'cause you want them to embrace yourself.
You do not deserve their love.

You can't replace the money spent,
asking how your husband went.
Predictions, far from accurate.
Their empathy is counterfeit.
Clawing at the seems that split.
Assisting their own benefit.
Conning you with parlour tricks,
guessing games and rhetoric.
Feeding from your open wound.
Sneaking into your front room.
Analysing photographs,
of your departed other half.
Learning of your history,
presenting it with mystery,
whilst your pain is blistering.
Buried woe, dug up again.
Reliving his death again.
Breaking your poor heart again.
Watching as the meter ticks.
Suffering as the meter ticks.
Crumbling as he dies again.

Don't forget to pay the man.

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your Voice sounds like Mike Patton had a Child with Marilyn Manson. I love it! <3