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"Disarray" originally had another title, but it took us months to get this song right, so the name change was more fitting and didn't stray from the actual song itself... I decided to do something different when writing the lyrics... Remember that old computer game, "Doom"... Well this song is about that game.... I know, I know.... no comment, but I thought the story was a great thing to write about... Lyrics:
Sucking down some coffee with a shotgun in my hand Can't keep them off me, I don't know who I am Heat wave's got me dried out, have no will to move They'll find me no doubt; gotta play it smooth Lying through my teeth to keep myself alive I cannot breathe there's thorns in my side Rats on the floor some nasty voodoo I've been here before; state of déjà vu I've come all this way and I'm not turning back Fallen on my face, but I won't fall off track
It all began, this story that I tell When I realized I was headed straight for hell Everyone I know has gone and lost their minds Struggling with these demons, that I still find Sometimes I can't see them, but I know they are still there My head keeps on flying as I vanish in thin air Once I reappear and meet this darkened prince Try to run from the night, but cant run without a limp A hand reached out to me with a shining glove Ball of lightning shot down upon me from up above
Musicians:
Rick Pipito - Vocals
Beau Catania - Guitar
Dave Harris - Bass
Ted Domzalski - Drums | ![]() | ![]() |
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