Ritual

Shame, walking out on you again
Fighting with demons that I can’t contain
Walking on, but I want to turn and run
Through the empty streets
Back through the misty new year dawn light

Feel so lost
Can’t take back all the pain and the damage I’ve caused

I’m not talking, I bury it within
Until it turns into a hell in my head
A hell in my head

Confess, in silent panic I suppress
The vulnerable emotions that I can’t express
So open up, why do I feel so insecure
I’m lashing out
At the only thing I’m sure of

So alone
Trying to fit in this place but I just don’t belong

I’m not talking, I bury it within
Until it turns into a hell in my head
A hell in my head
I’m not talking…

I’m not talking, I bury it within
Until it turns into a hell in my head
A hell in my head
I’m not breathing, I’ve got to hold it in
Until I free to leave this hell in my head
This hell in my head

So take this tears that stain my face
Take this fear and in it’s place
Forgive the past, forget your doubts
Take these words and let them out

Song Notes

This song has the working titles “Roulette” and “Keep It In”. Mark said of the song during the writing of Twilight of the Innocents:

This is one of the two new ones we played live recently. The guitar work uses lots of arpeggios which makes it sound like the Police in the verses, then it slams in once the chorus hits and there’s big punchy stabs that should get a live pit bouncing. Again I think fans of 1977 will be into this song. It’s pop but also got some pretty punk sounding guitars without sounding super heavy. We haven’t got round to them yet but we think they’ll be some synth action going on in the verses at least.