EPISODE · Mar 27, 2026 · 4 MIN
Sunset Sunrise
from Brownwall · host Brownwall
Everywhere I taste your pulse In the morning In the evening as I watch the crowds go home You made my day inverted Now I walk this place like Blade Innocence drained from me like the crudest oil You made the sun seem evil Now I carry myself this way You called it a blessing as the best of me drained away Sorting through the wasteland of my mind Let me find balance in the sunset sunrise But not before you succumb to this thing you made ourselves All the days and all the nights were stolen from me You made my night unfriendly Now there’s no light I can trust All the days and all the nights were stole from me You made my day inverted Now I walk this place like Blade But I don’t find myself a victim in this Sorting through the wasteland of my mind Let me find balance in the sunset sunrise But not before you succumb to this thing you made ourselves You rode your curse to the end of the world Now I have to ride with you I wait for the perfect moment to delivery irony Your trail goes cold in the wake of blood Now I have to make that choice I thirst for the time the facade rips away Sorting through the wasteland of my mind Let me find balance in the sunset sunrise But not before you succumb to this thing you made ourselves John Makarewicz - Bass Micah Robinson - Guitar Nick Nunziata - Drums, Vocals Steve Murphy - Backing Vocals
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Everywhere I taste your pulse In the morning In the evening as I watch the crowds go home You made my day inverted Now I walk this place like Blade Innocence drained from me like the crudest oil You made the sun seem evil Now I carry myself this way You called it a blessing as the best of me drained away Sorting through the wasteland of my mind Let me find balance in the sunset sunrise But not before you succumb to this thing you made ourselves All the days and all the nights were stolen from me You made my night unfriendly Now there’s no light I can trust All the days and all the nights were stole from me You made my day inverted Now I walk this place like Blade But I don’t find myself a victim in this Sorting through the wasteland of my mind Let me find balance in the sunset sunrise But not before you succumb to this thing you made ourselves You rode your curse to the end of the world Now I have to ride with you I wait for the perfect moment to delivery irony Your trail goes cold in the wake of blood Now I have to make that choice I thirst for the time the facade rips away Sorting through the wasteland of my mind Let me find balance in the sunset sunrise But not before you succumb to this thing you made ourselves John Makarewicz - Bass Micah Robinson - Guitar Nick Nunziata - Drums, Vocals Steve Murphy - Backing Vocals
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