Senses Fail Lyrics     First, why Senses Fail? The aural and emotional overload of rock music, including that of the punk-influenced Bergen County, N.J., band, suggests anything but a sensual breakdown. "In Hinduism, they believe that being alive is hell, and the only way to each Nirvana is to ultimately have no attachments to anything," singer Buddy Nielsen explains. "So, people go out and live in the middle of the woods and they don't eat and don't drink...And if you want to reach the highest level of being and see God, you have to have all your senses fail." An alternate explanation could be derived from song titles like "Rum Is for Drinking, Not for Burning" and the album-title credo Let It Enfold You, borrowed from hard-living poet Charles Bukowski. The band's melodic brand of post-adolescent expression draws on a number of these seemingly bipolar sources; Nielsen is nothing if not thoughtful and well-read. Beginning with a 21st century take on traditional musician-finding, Nielsen posted a call for would-be band members on the Web in 2001. Soon, guitarists Garrett Zablocki and Dave Miller, bassist Mike Glita and aptly-named drummer Dan Trapp were doing the Jersey circuit and recording the tracks that became the From the Depths of Dreams EP (originally on RCA, later re-released with bonus tracks on Drive-Thru). After the disc's popularity and a long run of increasingly successful touring, Senses Fail were ready to make their debut album: Enfold (Vagrant) hit in September 2004 and helped lift the band's fortunes even higher. The "Rum Is for Drinking" video, along with high-profile slots on the 2004 and 2005 Warped Tours, kept Senses Fail's name in play. Clearly, high-concept stuff like "Irony of Dying on Your Birthday" and "Angela Baker and My Obsession With Fire" is touching their quickly growing audience. Download Senses Fail MP3s here Buy rare Senses Fail vinyl records, CDs and rare music albums: From The Depths Of Dreams Let It Enfold You

Senses Fail Song Lyric: Buried A Lie Rest in peace girl, your death is such a shame. The paper said a bullet got in your way. But, I smell foul play, possible poisoning, I had to bring you in for questioning. I went to your grave, dug up your body. Brought it to my house, where you lay. So let’s play doctor babe, we’ll operate today. Incisions must be made. You could help solve this case, for me. I headed downtown, to share what I had found. It’s not a suicide, it’s a crime. I have a witness, it’s clearly evident, There had to be someone else present, At the time of death. Poisons in stomach, how could she pull it if she’s dead? So let’s play doctor babe, we’ll operate today. Incisions must be made. You could help solve this case. We need a scalpel now, under white lights you lay. We’ve got to hurry up, before the flesh decays away. I’ll catch the murderer and send him away. I’ll get the evidence from your last day. So let’s play doctor babe, we’ll operate today. Incisions must be made. You could help solve this case. We need a scalpel now, under white lights you lay. We’ve got to hurry up, before the flesh decays away. Get This Ringtone 187 Bastard Son Bellyfull Of Kerosene Bite To Break Skin Bloody Romance Buired A Lie Buried A Lie Burried A Lie Bury A Lie Dreaming A Reality Free Fall Without A Parachute Garrett's Song Handguns And Second Chances On My Own One Eight Seven One Eighty Seven Save Yourself Stephen Steven The Ground Folds The Ground Folds (Acoustic)

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