Leadlight Iris, A colaboration!

If you haven't already noticed, KHP is a band with no limitations to the type of music that they play. They have written and performed songs touching on lots of different genre. The newest venture touches on the world of hip hop. The band had been working on the music to a new song, and when hearing it, Kristian decided that this song would be perfect to have hip hop verses to it.

Many rock bands have tried to do hip hop and always make it sound cheezy and ungenuine. KHP wanted it to sound as good as possible and so colaborated with a local hip hop MC named "Constable" from the group "Drunken Masters"... Constable wrote the verses to this new song and Kristian wrote the chorus. KHP performed this song at their last show in Ogden and will soon be putting it up on  youtube, so look for the links.. In the meantime, here are the lyrics to the song. The meaning behind the name is fairly simple. Leadlight is another name used for Stained Glass, and Iris of course is part of the human eye, the part said to map the soul.. so in other words "Stained Glass eye"

Leadlight Iris

I'm sick of struggle, sick of stressing sick of life

sick of liquor and its vigor being why I sleep at night

I need some light with this dreary darkness closing in

its hard to play the game when you know you'll never win

now look into my eyes, the window to the soul now tell me is there one inside

tell me what you see, a reflection of yourself or are you seeing through to me

is it sin? or is it just impending defeat?

I miss the days when I was too intensive to be beat

these bitter sweet, sweet and sour contradictive lives

I hear that normal people do not wish for their demise

they say the sky's the limit but its deminished in my eyes

two cups of coffee mixed with whiskey in the morning when I rise

now look into my eyes, the window to the soul now tell me is there one inside

tell me what you see, a reflection of yourself or are you seeing through to me

I despise the fact that I despise myself

would I rather that I'm not alive or be somebody else

or is it wealth? that happiness inside a dollar bill

why should I do my best to supress my desire to kill

and free will's a joke, cause nothings for free

even imaginary gods will try to tell you how to be

so don't you see I search for meaning at the bottom of a cup

and even though I keep on trying I'm not having any luck

only the good die young, which means I'm probably stuck

and I guess I could keep caring but I just don't give a fuck

So look into my eyes, the window to the soul now tell me is there one inside

now tell me what you see, a reflection of yourself or are you seeing through to me now