1. |
Smoking Section
02:59
|
|||
Walk through the entrance and take a seat
Look around and witness this natural scenery
No one cares any more, they choose to just look down
Obsessed with a presence that doesn't exist
Creative endeavors become phantom limbs
A false hope in this happiness
An addiction that I choose doesn't exist
I used to think I could change the world
Now I just want to be left alone
What have I become?
Take me back to the smoking section
Take me back to before we learned our life lessons
Take me back to the smoking section
Back before our bodies became an obsession
Isolation will never breed unity
I guess thats a social consequence
Of a false hope that doesn't exist
I used to think I could change the world
Now I just want to be left alone
What have I become?
|
||||
2. |
Knipperdolling
02:47
|
|
||
Translate the doctrine
Interpret what you will
Thoughts become radicalized
Succumb to religious zeal
No resistance
Just starvation
Anabaptist
Declaration
Take a wife, a child to bed
A vision, a dream, they were to be wed.
And I believe in you this time
It's the order of life and I've capitalized
These tongs they glow of red
They say the devils flesh is what I represent.
I swear I heard those voices
Telling me to do those things
I swear we heard those voices
Telling us to do those things.
Contact with flesh
Skin explodes across the deck
Contact with flesh
The more I move these spikes will dig into my neck.
Contact with flesh
I see the the children , they've all looked away.
Contact with flesh
Don't pass out, they'll keep you alive until you've paid your debt.
Hang your body overhead
Glorify your public death
Know your place in life.
|
||||
3. |
Hurried Sentences
01:41
|
|
||
Chromatic scales and out of key
Seems to me the perfect recipe
For these memories to crumble
To the rotten foundation
I once found comfort amongst the addicts and the self-empowered
We all had our say
We all set fire to the frame and as we ran away
We proclaimed
We are free
Burn it down now to the ground
Rip it up from the inside out
|
||||
4. |
|
|||
Believe me I'm sick of feeling this way
Like I have no self worth
This imposter complex
And making a change seems like a bore
Ive been playing this game now for too long
I'm cutting the cord now for what it's worth
I really don't anyone listens anymore
We all have too much going on.
Prefect, clear, and removed from emotions and relationships
Always too much going on.
Don't take the time to repair the damage done
Wake up, slouch at work to keep the lights on.
(Tom Waits reading "The Laughing Heart," by Bukowski)
|
||||
5. |
The Accident
04:09
|
|
||
I can't believe he showed his face
The last things we said crossed a line
No more rejection or accepting.
Just complete amputation no more regrowth.
It's abandonment that forces me to act this way.
The life of my love was short
Abuse will wear anybody down
I perceive this world differently than most
I've lived the past 50 years of my life hardly ever alone.
I'm a shell made up of washed up skin complexion, and the shakes.
A constant reminder of how I've let myself and children down.
I used to be strong
Now I cower at the slightest confrontation.
Just sneak off, do I even find comfort in the ground.?
This living rooms a reminder
An argument in every bedroom
Just make it home.
Close one eye
Grip tight with both hands
A swear tomorrow I'll begin to change
In this moment of hostility
I think I see clarity
Crashing sounds interrupt leaving me abashed
The last thing I remember
Is a shattered windshield and a blood soaked dash.
I'll change for you.
|
Streaming and Download help
If you like articles, you may also like:
Bandcamp Daily your guide to the world of Bandcamp