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Ennui
02:21
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Frances Yvonne
09:03
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These weary days tell me stories.
Stories that no longer sit well with me
I haven’t felt myself in some time
As this rain fills me with dying
I’m not the believer You want me to be
But I hope you meet yours that gives you the peace
I promise you need not worry Any more about me.
About me
I feel the weight in these eyes
As I walk among the trespasses tonight
I’ve forgotten the miles of death
That follow every waking hour
I went to the coast
And I abandoned the lot
I’ve Been gone a year,
Not entitled to much
The waves that await, are colder than Christ
The colors you paint that awaken the night
Hear me now Without a face
Leave me now I know when this will end
Leave me now, I know when this will end
I sit in my own sick
With a stomach full of nerves, With the panic of this world
I sit in my own sick
With a stomach full of nerves, With the panic of this world
Not sure if this is just
Sadness and regret,
Not sure if this is just
The madness in my head
I sit in my own sick
With a stomach full of nerves, With the panic of this world
I sit in my own sick
With a stomach full of nerves, With the panic of this world
Not sure if this is just
Sadness and regret
Being faced with mortality that tears me
Close this casket, it’s over it’s been over for days
Send me a wave, and I’ll wave it back
The sun has set on you
Send me a wave, and I’ll wave it back
The sun has set on you
So please just rest.
Make way for the wave
And I’ll see you there
Make way for the wave
And I’ll see you there
I’ll see you there
These days grow longer, with the symbol of eternity
I promise I will stand by you, I promise I will be there too
I haven’t the words left to say, haven’t the words to explain
This hollow heart will heal in time allowing me to live this life
Make way for the wave
And I’ll see you soon
These weary days tell me stories.
Stories that no longer sit well with me
That no longer it well with me
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3. |
Constant Devour
04:35
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This endless devour that keeps tearing at me
This hostile energy
That’s bruised and tortured
There’s no separation
From these sutures
Endless devour that keeps tearing at me
I wake to the realization
I may not feel again
These wolves have daggers
To feast on everything
I walk with the lust of never remembering
How has it got so hard to fuckn breath?
I want to watch this fade Oblivion
I want to watch you fade Oblivion
The breath among us has fallen on deaf ears
This may be the only chance to be myself again
The visions are binding tearing me apart within
These tombs that will follow are holding in this fear
The pressure is caving in
The ending is failing again
Revolving misery
Endless devour that keeps tearing at me
Unlace the binds that close this skin
Unwind the face that veils within
Sleepless and starving to see the
Stars punch through my clouded skies
These bones are a cage
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Furnace
07:10
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This aging leather reaches
A branch several inches away
From the safety of the comfort
Of an eastern morning kiss
Like an arrow sticking through
The heart of a mothers love
This endless exchange
Of a place not yet our own
It’s too late
These Days and colors
Create a canvas
For nature's eager mouth
To resume to consume
Create a canvas
For nature's eager mouth
To resume to consume
What isn't picked cleaned Finds a furnace
Where the remnants Become one in the same
It’s all the same We're destined to crack
A place where they gather
Just Lower me Into the earth
I must face this time alone
Within the steps of roots
Grown from this hollow heart
Of an eastern oceans voice
As the blades filter through
The heart of a mothers love
This endless exchange
Of a home not yet our own
It’s too late
These Days and colors
Create a canvas
For nature's eager mouth
To resume to consume
To remember
An existence of daily
Uncomfortable
Consciousness of me
There's always a fiend, whose clawing
There’s always a sun never rising
To remember
An existence of daily
Uncomfortable
Consciousness of me
There's always a fiend, whose clawing
There’s always a sun never rising
Create a canvas
For nature's eager mouth
To resume to consume
Create a canvas
For nature's eager mouth
To resume to consume
What isn't picked cleaned Finds a furnace
Where the remnants Become one in the same
It’s all the same We're destined to crack
At a place where they gather
Just Lower me Into the earth
The funeral
The relief
The bastard
The disease
I want no funeral
I want no relief
I’m the bastard
I’m the disease
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5. |
Covered in Dirt
01:34
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