Get Scared have been hard at work writing and recording for their ALL NEW album entitled "Built For Blame, Laced With Shame" coming out August 28th on Grey Area Records. Producer Erik Ron whose done work with acts such as Panic At The Disco, Foxy Shazam, and Versaemerge is the man behind this piece. This release will feature brand new vocalist Joel Faviere who replaced former vocalist Nicholas Matthews. Check out the album artwork below!
Get Scared's "Cynical Skin", is a brand new single which was suppose to be released January 10th but was released a day earlier! Produced, Engineered, and Mixed by Erik Ron, at the Grey Area Studios you can buy the single at iTunes and sing-a-along with the lyrics enclosed below!
Get Scared - Cynical Skin Lyrics:
Talk candy in my ear.
Come on.
Come on.
I want your toxic, talk sick baby.
I know those gospel lips can change me.
Look to the right of my okay?
We got exhibit "A"
She.
She ain't okay today.
And to the left
The left of me,
We got exhibit "B"
Oh she's a mess,
to say the least.
She's got her daddy's
Money Money Money.
Honey I think you should run.
I think you should run.
Look oh Look around, You're lost
but never found, no.
6 feet below the ground,
where you avoid your problems.
Look right in front of me.
We got Exhibit "C"
Anorexic, obsessed with magazines.
And when I look over here,
oh my god that's me in the mirror.
No no no ladies and gentlemen
this is my fear.
My eyes and ears.
Honey I think you should run.
I think you should run.
Look oh Look around, You're lost
but never found, no.
6 feet below the ground,
where you avoid your problems.
Look oh Look around, You're lost
but never found, no.
6 feet below the ground,
where you will never solve them.
(I know you don't wanna' hear this but just listen)
The last contendant.
Bad for us.
Bad for you.
This capillary root.
Could root up
All the little
Puzzle peices
Of what you've been through.
Your hair all up in knots,
don't ever say you're not,
oh just a nothin'
Cause I swear downstairs you're somethin'
Egotistic, cynical.
I'm gettin'
out of control.
Out of control.
Out of control.
Look oh Look around, You're lost
but never found, no.
6 feet below the ground,
where you avoid your problems.
Look oh Look around, You're lost
but never found, no.
6 feet below the ground,
where you will never solve them.
