The Receiving End Of Sirens
The Receiving End Of Sirens
The Receiving End Of Sirens
The Receiving End Of Sirens
The Receiving End Of Sirens
The Receiving End Of Sirens
The Receiving End Of Sirens
The Receiving End Of Sirens
The Receiving End Of Sirens
The Receiving End Of Sirens
The Receiving End Of Sirens
The Receiving End Of Sirens
The Receiving End Of Sirens
While most fans believe the song to be about masturbation, singer Casey Crescenzo had this to say:
“That is half true. Brendan and I wrote those lyrics together, and while I was writing them from the perspective of empty sex, he was a virgin at the time we wrote the song, so he was writing it from...
Alongside all hearts as they finish with backdrop cities
And as jagged teeth digging deeper
Ripping new wounds for former scars
Stricken with insomnia
Sickened lungs insist on heavy breathing
And the conductor is conducting, (conductor is conducting)
Electrical time signatures
And I fall into rhythm (I fall into rhythm)
And my life is a rhythm
And my feet will improvise;
(My feet off beat, my feet off beat)
As I sputter at the knee like a leaking faucet
You'll be undercover, under covers, (Concrete coated gazes in hot pursuit of mouth-made mazes)
Sleeping with the enemy (Talking circles around each other, deserting halos to be)
This is what we like to call (Handcuffed and hogtied with your words)
Internal espionage
On the search for girls
Stricken with insomnia
With milk-carton father figures
My veins are pulsing
Free-form jazz
To peninsula extremities
My fingertips t-t-t-tap-tap
Polyrhythms like nervous fragments from a nervous mouth
And these words set the cadence
To the crude interpretation of scripts and codes
Breeding pixels without homes-
Reside in my mind; Resonate in my eyes
So affect this love affliction
Leave the injured overturned;
Fight for breath with flailing arms
In vain, to float the bane
Tentative tastes for those less interesting
Leave the injured overturned
Fight for breath with flailing arms
In vain, to float the bane
You'll be undercover
Under covers sleeping with the enemy
This is what we like to call internal espionage
(Concrete-coated gazes in hot pursuit of mouth-made mazes
Talking circles around each other deserting halos to be
Handcuffed and hogtied with your words.)
The Rival Cycle was written by The Receiving End Of Sirens.
The Rival Cycle was produced by Matt Squire.