The Plunge

"The Plunge" off "The Rise and The Fall" double disk LP Available for FREE download at http://thatkidcry.bandcamp.com/ Directed and edited by Justin McGrew for Alltrueistic Films Written by Aaron Thatkidcry Nash, Produced by Thomas Prime Mixed and Mastered by Steven Gibson for Pandamonium Inc Executive Producers Justin McGrew, Aaron "Thatkidcry" Nash Ari Andrade. Special Thanks to everyone who was apart of this Video, and extra special thanks to the Halftime Bar for location LYRICS: This is for you.. because I'll never forget For the times that we shared and how you earned my respect I said, you held me down... you never overstepped You supplied me with a canvas for every single regret YES. like Davey Jones - while I was tryna run a proud sea I fell inside a puddle and came out covered in algae.. Oh so soft, with a hand so cloudy... I didn't just get a blanket you also put it around me I took the plunge. breathed you into my lungs Yo, I let my mind wander and it started to run.. Like a vampire - cold.. give you all of my love And your heart's so warm it reminds me of the sun Yeah, we were one.. 'til it burned me thirdly Now you're holdin' all the memories that learned to hurt me Writin' to a beat like the words are working 'til ya bendin' all my fingers like mercy, MERCY! If you just tunin' in? know that this is for you If you loved, if you hurt? yeah, this is for you... This is for the people always sayin' you changed Cause the ink is the blood and the pen is the vein I've always been emotional.. my heart has been exposed to you You turned a blind eye like this isn't what you're s'pose to do Like you ain't open too.. yo, I'm just a ghost to you... Hauntin' all your thoughts but the hands are where the motions move I'm rollin' through.. like I'm sand upon the beaches I'll be starin' at the ocean 'til my pen and pad's depleted.. Writin' 'til I'm screamin' for a God I don't believe in And you'll be my winter solstice on a cold December evenin' I'm headed East.. cause I live in the West I think the South is too warm and the North is a mess.. I stress.. I'm sick of girls with a lack of common sense - Ones who love for a night with a flick of the flesh... Uhn.. my head is weak so I'm workin' out my brain Benchin' more than its weight but it hurts me all the same I.. never change. my thinkin' gets rearranged.. I get a mental block for you cause all you see is a name (hook) I pour it and you drink it, while you listen what I'm thinkin' But you're never the solution just the vessel when I'm preachin' Leechin' to my brain but you're never feelin' squeamish And you understand my pain even on the lonely weekends Write it like I'm dreamin' - these people are bad trips Feedin' all these losers even when my hand's bit.. And I think.. every night.. I really want you to live I WISH YOUR PATIENCE COULD EXIST INSIDE A PERSON, THAT'S IT!! So... toast to the pen.. to the pad.. to the ink... Cause you're the only things that keep me home when I drink As I sink into the paper - plungin' to the depths Thinkin' if you were a girl, you're "the one" in my head I'm writin' on a keyboard... feelin' like I'm cheatin' This isn't just for the people - I'm doin' this for a reason Burnin' all the green, it ain't the paper that I'm keepin' Got my parchment on the mind, from the stage is where I speak it (hook)