Biografía:
Dead Poetic es una banda de Rock Christiano con toques Emo de Dayton, Ohio. Formados desde 1997, en este momento trabajan con Tooth&Nail Records y performado en el Cornerstone Festival en Bushnell, Illinois.
Miembros actuales:
Brandon Rike - lead vocalist
Zach Miles - lead guitar/ back up vocals
Jesse Sprinkle - drums (former drummer of Poor Old Lu, Demon Hunter, Seren UK) any more.
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¡Cuatro años de duro trabajo!Este mes de mayo cumplimos cuatro años al aire. Seguimos trabajando en la difusión de este maravilloso instrumento, ¡gracias por participar en nuestra historia!
Capo 6th!
Verse 1:
Am F C G
Feeling cold, feeling empty. Set the stage, where you want me.
Am F C G
And this crowd right before me doesn’t care that I’m dying.
Am F C G
And the audience stands with their eyes fixed on the preconceived version of me.
Am F C G
I’m so betrayed by your hopes, but I will not hide myself for your peace of mind.
Chorus 1:
Am F C
Oh, but Child. I’ve got Vices like any other man.
Verse2: (same Chords as verse 1)
Raise a boy to a cynic. Take his love, and then let it turn into something passionate.
Something sick, something rabid.
And I vent to keep myself from caving. I don’t hate you, I just hate where I’m heading.
I’m left here asking, when did I trade in my bleeding heart for a selfish win?
Chorus 2:
Am F C
Oh, but Mother. I’ve got Vices like any other man.
Am F C G
Vices that you’re not used to. Vices that’ll make you think less of me.
Verse 3:
Leave me numb. Leave me jaded. She’s a dream, I just play dead.
I’ve been blessed, I’ve been hated. She’s the constant, and I’m her addict.
She’s the only peace in this world, uneasy.
While I bite my tongue to keep from breaking the heart that I’ve spent my whole life seeking.
The only heart I’ve ever needed.
Chorus 3:
Am F C G
Oh, but Lover. I’ve got Vices like any other man.
Am F C G
Vices that you’re not used to. Vices that’ll make you think...
Am F C G
Oh, but Lover. I’ve got Vices like any other man.
Am F C G
Vices that you’re not used to. Vices that’ll make you think less of me. Less of me.
Verse 4:
Feeling cold, feeling empty. I am low, unworthy.
Bleed the God. Bleed the blessing. Like a vulture feasting.
I’ll exist as if I don’t feel conviction of my ignorance to my perfect prison.
But I feel the stabs on my wrists and ankles every time I try...
Am F
To forget you.
C G
To forget you.
Chorus 4
Am F C G
Oh, but Jesus. I’ve got Vices like any other man.
Am F C G Am
Vices that you’re so used to. Vices that won’t make you think less of me.
Verse 1:
Am F C G
Feeling cold, feeling empty. Set the stage, where you want me.
Am F C G
And this crowd right before me doesn’t care that I’m dying.
Am F C G
And the audience stands with their eyes fixed on the preconceived version of me.
Am F C G
I’m so betrayed by your hopes, but I will not hide myself for your peace of mind.
Chorus 1:
Am F C
Oh, but Child. I’ve got Vices like any other man.
Verse2: (same Chords as verse 1)
Raise a boy to a cynic. Take his love, and then let it turn into something passionate.
Something sick, something rabid.
And I vent to keep myself from caving. I don’t hate you, I just hate where I’m heading.
I’m left here asking, when did I trade in my bleeding heart for a selfish win?
Chorus 2:
Am F C
Oh, but Mother. I’ve got Vices like any other man.
Am F C G
Vices that you’re not used to. Vices that’ll make you think less of me.
Verse 3:
Leave me numb. Leave me jaded. She’s a dream, I just play dead.
I’ve been blessed, I’ve been hated. She’s the constant, and I’m her addict.
She’s the only peace in this world, uneasy.
While I bite my tongue to keep from breaking the heart that I’ve spent my whole life seeking.
The only heart I’ve ever needed.
Chorus 3:
Am F C G
Oh, but Lover. I’ve got Vices like any other man.
Am F C G
Vices that you’re not used to. Vices that’ll make you think...
Am F C G
Oh, but Lover. I’ve got Vices like any other man.
Am F C G
Vices that you’re not used to. Vices that’ll make you think less of me. Less of me.
Verse 4:
Feeling cold, feeling empty. I am low, unworthy.
Bleed the God. Bleed the blessing. Like a vulture feasting.
I’ll exist as if I don’t feel conviction of my ignorance to my perfect prison.
But I feel the stabs on my wrists and ankles every time I try...
Am F
To forget you.
C G
To forget you.
Chorus 4
Am F C G
Oh, but Jesus. I’ve got Vices like any other man.
Am F C G Am
Vices that you’re so used to. Vices that won’t make you think less of me.
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