Hailing from Ypsilanti, MI, SycAmour is a post-hardcore act known for RnB v… Read Full Bio ↴Hailing from Ypsilanti, MI, SycAmour is a post-hardcore act known for RnB vocals. The band’s first EP, self-released November 2012 sold over 1,500 units, 900 within the first month including 50 additional international pre-sales to STM Japan spending two weeks on BandCamp’s best-seller chart SycAmour has been featured on the front page of Reddit’s /r/Music page, fostering 1,600 up-votes.

Widely known for their intense show experience and fan interaction, SycAmour has opened for nationally
recognized acts including A Day to Remember, Asking Alexandria, We Came As Romans, Andrew WK, Crown The Empire, Attack Attack, Stick To Your Guns, Chunk! No Captain Chunk and more! May 2013, SycAmour was invited to join the last week of Attack Attack’s “Fuck It We’re Done” tour, selling out venues including The Gramercy Theatre and The Palladium. SycAmour is currently in the studio with ex-Attack Attack’s, Jonny Franck, recording their debut full length and booking tours to promote the release.

Renaissance
SycAmour Lyrics

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I've heard it all before.
All the sob stories
Start with you gotta get out, end with you didn't want in.
I've heard it all before.
"A professional lover"
It's more than most can speak for.

Paint me a picture with your waist now, honey;

Whoa-oh, and come over.

Dilapidated veneer;
Champagne on your snakeskin lips,
Like we were celebrating the death of your innocence.
God Damn. Lap dances to funeral hymns,
To pay him, cause you don't want nothing to do with them.

Life drained from this house just like a virgin crime.

Paint me a picture with your waist now, honey;
Whoa-oh, and come over.
Hey, I think you're afraid.
Don't pray for us.

You can't save us;
We never asked you to.
You can't save us;
Living with nothing to lose.

I know you. I know you, soul.
I've read those lines before.
I've played that song;
On the radio, in the obituaries.
I've held that shovel before. (Yeah)
Mine was made to bury;
Dark things. Dark Places;
Cold nights. Lives wasted away in the light.
You're so much better in the night;

When you're faceless.
I'm faithless.

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of SycAmour's song Renaissance are a commentary on the modern world and the people that inhabit it. The song is about someone who has heard all of the sob stories before and is tired of hearing them. They have been told by countless people that they need to get out of their current situation, only to find out that they never really wanted to get in in the first place. The opening lines of the song are a reiteration of this theme and set the tone for the rest of the lyrics.

Throughout the song, the singer refers to the dilapidated veneer of the world and the people in it. They describe the champagne on the snakeskin lips of those who celebrate the death of their own innocence and the lap dances to funeral hymns that are paid for because the dancers don't want anything to do with the people they are dancing for. They describe a life drained from a house like a virgin crime and paint a picture of darkness and despair. The chorus of the song repeats the message that the singer cannot be saved and never asked to be saved. They are living with nothing to lose, and they like it that way.

Line by Line Meaning

I've heard it all before.
I am familiar with the sob stories and excuses people give for their problems.

All the sob stories Start with you gotta get out, end with you didn't want in.
Most people's problems begin with wanting to leave a situation and end with realizing they were never truly invested in the first place.

"A professional lover" It's more than most can speak for.
Being a skilled lover is something to be proud of and not everyone can claim this talent.

Paint me a picture with your waist now, honey; Whoa-oh, and come over.
Use your body to seduce me and come closer to me.

Dilapidated veneer; Champagne on your snakeskin lips, Like we were celebrating the death of your innocence.
You present yourself as run down and ruined, but you use your charm and seductiveness to celebrate your mistakes and losses.

God Damn. Lap dances to funeral hymns, To pay him, cause you don't want nothing to do with them.
You are willing to do undesirable things to make money and distance yourself from past mistakes or relationships.

Life drained from this house just like a virgin crime.
This place has been sucked dry of all life, similar to the loss of innocence that comes with committing a crime for the first time.

Hey, I think you're afraid. Don't pray for us.
I sense that you are hesitant and scared to get involved. Please don't bother praying for us.

You can't save us; We never asked you to.
We don't need your help or intervention because we never asked for it.

You can't save us; Living with nothing to lose.
We have nothing left to lose, so trying to save us is futile.

I know you. I know you, soul. I've read those lines before. I've played that song; On the radio, in the obituaries.
I recognize your type and have heard your story countless times. Your behavior and lifestyle is predictable and often ends in tragedy.

I've held that shovel before. (Yeah) Mine was made to bury; Dark things. Dark Places; Cold nights. Lives wasted away in the light.
I am no stranger to burying bodies and have had to hide and cover up dark deeds and immoral behavior in the past.

You're so much better in the night; When you're faceless. I'm faithless.
You are more attractive and alluring in the dark, when your identity is hidden. I have lost faith in the possibility of a meaningful connection or true redemption for you.

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