I Met A Yeti
Orlando, Florida

Progressive
Post Hardcore
Experimental

Contact & Media Info:

Email: imetayeti@yahoo.com

Facebook: www.facebook.com/pg/imetayetiband/

Bandcamp: imetayeti.bandcamp.com

Instagram: imetayeti

Twitter: twitter.com/imetayeti

Lyrics:


What words can I say that would keep this door open
My poems have become cheap
Give me your time and I'll turn anything
Into something golden
Cause every moment you abide me
I thought I had everything figured out, planned out to perfection
That might of been the problem
Cause after all there’s no such thing as perfect perfection

And now I know what it’s like to be alone

I try to reach you but you’re like the hand of god
(There's nowhere you could be)
Every time a little further
(It's almost like you're not real)
But you never grab my hand
(It's always waiting for you)
I realize later your hand was never there

And now I know what it’s like to be alone

Now, I’m left with no more words
Just let me take a few more steps towards
Just let me take
Let me take

Please don’t just shut the door
Let me a take step towards
A few more steps towards
I see the lies
It was wrong to hide
And everyone knows, and everyone knows

(You take away)
You're like the hands of god

Members:

Vocals - David Chamberlin

Vocals - Yaseen Aboutaleb

Guitar - Freddie Criales

Guitar - Anthony Gonzalez

Bass - Lui Wancel

Drums - Alexander Torresola