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I wake to sleep
00:12
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2. |
Falter
01:52
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Lips start moving
Eyes start to fade
How am I so fucking boring?
Feels like pulling teeth just to talk about my day
Numb tongue
Awkward smile
Mind blank
Bumbling fuck
Outside myself
Between two fires
Stumble through talk
Nodding and laughing and hiding the fact that my character is thin
When will this conversation end?
Every effort tired
Gave up I tried
Cyclical, unrelenting
Deteriorating mind
Trite attempts mark weaknesses
Will burning low
The weight of contact, crushing me
Pull the blinds, go back to sleep
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3. |
Lapse
02:45
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Amber lights drape wet concrete
Rain down on me
Words take hostage - bite into my spine
In bursts it pours, it floods through my mind
From this feeling, I won't find reprieve
Skin crawling, hands shaking, I'm forgetting to breathe
Desperation, take a hold of me
Drag me down, shackled
I can't find myself
No one left here to find
Anguish a deafening screech
Mind is racing
A slow bleed for each
Time I've stayed up
Red eyed, clenched teeth
Remorse, pervade my being
Guilt crafted
Conscious, I'm numb
Abating sympathy
Mentality none
Failing daily
Bite down on my tongue
Every breath, undeserving, I'm not worthy of one
Single moment, shame flows steady
Hold me still
And rain down on me
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4. |
Farrow
02:20
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Private planes line runways, god's elite
Cheques paid in order of golden dreams
The waves ring static, broadcasted
Soak the mind of devout masses
Zealot bleed them out their pockets
To line your grave
Brain-dead hopeful
Tithe TV apostles
Broadway baby, prime time father, one time offer
Ratings in
Cashed in at the alter
A yacht, an ark
To float their wallet
Pray to the almighty dollar
Preying on the naive
The working poor
They need hope, but they wont find it
But wait, there's more
For just 10 dollars
You can find your faith
Just three easy payments
Disciple of the airwaves
Pulpit gleaming to the crowd
Long-winded superstition deemed for pennies on the pound
Faithful, pious, grifter
Babble on, the gates await
A place for pageant preachers with their head upon a stake
Scapegoat, they'll cry
New martyrs born, old men forlorn
They enshrine their stubborn pride
The bloody hand of Christ reaps hedge fund vice
The poor their bottom line
Zealot, bleed them out their pockets
Bleed him out
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5. |
Tabula Rasa
03:01
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Dull moon preside
Street lights carry through flakes
Kingdom of gloom, the night as it blooms
Embodied in bleakness, a bright orange hue
Snow falls, it blankets, unconditional and true
The night it is punishing, suffocating it looms
Great walls made of glass stretch high through the veil
Someday will return to the ground where it stares
Constructed in madness; its biting, our heir
Our legacy, a testament, to the a world that once burned
Towers of ego, mistakes never learned
A trace of an empire - sophisticated ape
Two thumbs used to pillage, upright and astute
Seas reside, return, strip the land down to roots.
Monuments to failure
Wars fought and lost
To abate the inevitable, but at what cost?
Crushing, violating
Epoch of the damned
Screams of the guilty
Pleads for forgiveness
The judgement severe
Buildings, they topple, they crumble in fear
A punishment, divine
Absurdity, can't outrun time
Flags lay dead
Command landscapes, marred
Skeleton of narcissism lifeless and scarred
Deep lie the bodies, encased in hubris
Nature, omnipotent, wipes the world of their ignorance
Their tombs mark their sloth
Suffer more
Humanity but a scar, return to creation
Mankind, pulled in with the tide rivers run brilliant and pure
Mass graves filled brim with vanity, the dirt beneath indifferent
No monument, no legacy
Abuse, insolence
A timely rapture
Skies echo with silence
A force struck out and cold
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6. |
Wax
02:15
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I lit a candle
Out in the woods
I watched it fade
Until the sun came up
I peeled the wax
Off of my hand
I read the notes
Before they sank
I took my spade
Buried the candle
I'll let the wolves
Dig up it's bones
The other night I swear I could hear it singing
Warming the ground and turning the roots a greasy black
Sap is flooding
Treading through a swamp of rot
I'm swimming in a lake full of the shit I shoveled in
Open the drain
Clear the gutter
I lit a candle
Out in the woods
I watched it fade
Until the sun came up
I peeled the wax
Off of my hand
I read the notes
Before they sank
I took my spade
Buried the candle
I'll let the wolves
Dig up it's bones
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7. |
Austere
02:14
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Tied tight around the wrist
Words crafted, they insist
Pray for light
Last breath, you beg for forgiveness
No solace you deserve it
Pray for light, lord lead me out
Deathbed, all over now, no guiding lights through voids
Left alone, dying, cold, no shelter from his divine scorn
Prayers went unanswered, he never listened
Fate; strung by the hand of the lord
Orphaned by his will, you never had control
Faith; you failed
Sins, you defiled your soul
Drown yourself in sorrow
You'll find no absolution
Reach for a hand to pull you
Further into submission
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8. |
and take my waking slow
02:52
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Last drops
They flow
Carving trails from nape to waist
Tearing through to bone
Face down I hold myself
Indifferent but aware
Light current strokes
My body chokes
Claw through sand
Cough up air
Water draws you in, you pray for peace
All that fighting you'd never find release
Bank your faith on empty thought,
As it weighs heavy on your tongue
Last light, flash, escape your sight
Nothing left, it's gone
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