Warforged (USA) : The Grove | Sundial

Death Black / USA
(2022 - The Artisan Era)
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1. NO LAND MAN

I’m like the steaming pot
At the crack of dawn
Temper at one hundred degrees
The blood starts to clot
Boiling inside, caught in the chain
Today I think I’ll take a brick and throw it onto the highway

I’m the fuming living funeral
Another angry statistic
A destructive roman numeral
I’ll get in my car, slam the gear in reverse
Onto the wrong side of the highway
Sent to you in the hearse

I’m inside your house
Waiting for you, to beat your knees in with a tire iron
Break in and enter, my vision scorned
Aching for bliss, demolition adorned

The no land man
Where there are no seas or sands
Happiness just a figment
My lead inside of your ligament

I am the headache from inhaling exhaust fumes
Heated like a radiator
Agitation in bloom
No ethics to speak of, nowhere to belong
Gunshots and collisions sing my favorite songs

Like the taste of adhesive stuck inside your mouth
A delicate situation for your blood pouring south
I’m a living, breathing, landmine
Ready to explode at will
I’ll ruin your life for the sake of the thrill

I am the engine of hate
Like a power drill through the palm of your hand
It’s never enough to satiate
No land man
Aggression and tension, the only plan

Look at me in the eyes, I’m trying to be earnest
Hear me when I say your disdain fuels my furnace
I never want to leave
With my finger on the trigger, I’m right where I’m supposed to be

Gazing straight into the sun
Will you mourn a hollow shell?
A funeral for no one
You will never see me again
There is no land for me
An anger without end

Berate me, sedate me
My head goes through the windshield
Deflate me, agitate me
Crystallized - scattered vision field

This no land man has never found more peace

Slow-motion glass raking through my hair
All of you people come stop and stare

A journey filled with shit and praise

I am the no land man
No land man
No land


2. HYMN OF BROKEN TEETH

It’s been so long since I’ve seen you
Shit-eating brilliance you try to protect
But I know how this ends, the same every time
Hollowed out, nauseous with no self respect

You’re tangled into roots that will never grow
Yet you show off to the world
Stuck like the song in your head for the last ten years
You never move and they never learn

Sing the same damn song, over and over
Put on a show the one way you know how
Smile, show them your shattered, yellow teeth
You cashed them in for a quarter a piece

“Have a drink, have a smoke - stay for a while”
For more of the same shit, with a “brand new” twist
“Sit down while I tell you the simple secrets to success”
Your progress is just an LLC with a paycheck
In two more years you’ll commit a repeat offense

The grass is always greener when it’s shoved down your fucking throat

Reupholstered and refinished with a fresh coat of mace
It’s just getting fucking old
And we’re all getting way too fucking old

Cause in two years time it’s just a repeat offense
To sing the same damn song, over and over again
It’s like watching Budd Dwyer on repeat
And I’m so numb to seeing the same motherfucking thing

Reupholstered and refinished with a fresh coat of mace
And we’re all getting way too fucking old


3. SHERIDAN ROAD

With my head facing East
I see the water bleed into the sky
Watching the clouds sink into the flow
I’m hypnotized
I can feel my eyelids start to close now
The car ride rocks me into a lull
It’s vents cough up the air that heats my hands
I give up control

Sitting inside your car, watching the grey sink to black

You look at me and say; “Can you wait for me?”
As you leave I wonder, would you mind if I fell asleep?
The only sound in the cab is the faint whirr of the heat
And the friction of my feet on your debris

Driving north, the signs repeat
Sheridan, tower, old elm, the beach
The hours pass by quickly like the streets
But what is the difference when there’s nowhere to be?

~Man inherited the earth, but who will inherit the roads?~

I find safety in our journey to nowhere
Smoke leaves my lips, vacuumed up by the cracked window

Driving north, the signs repeat
Sheridan, tower, old elm, the beach
The hours pass by quickly like the streets
With no end to reach
Driving north, the signs repeat
Sheridan, tower, old elm, the beach
The hours pass by quickly like the streets
But what is the difference when there’s nowhere to be

So I turn to you and ask
“Are we really one in the same?
Not as people, but the trees, the asphalt, the lake
Even the plants become brittle and frayed”

And I can’t even hear your answer
‘Cause this is bliss (so this is bliss)
So tell me, am I ignorant?
Or just tranquilized?

(Dedicated to Allan Irving Ezrin)


4. SLEF-DESTRUCT SEMINAR

When you stop all of your disgraces from chasing you
You’ll see that you longed for the wilderness they led you into
And the thoughts that they shaped gave purpose to your direction
They were the predator and you were the prey
Always running, never still
Anything is greater than calm and still

Now you recite to yourself words from the mouth of some dead fuck
But a cage-kept man lacks the tools to use to get them unstuck
So you decorate the door when you can’t break it
You long to be a predator but you’re weak as shit
Always think and never act, there’s nothing worse than being trapped

Go, find contentment
See what happens
Fuck


5. BLISS JOINED TO THE BANE

Blinding light brazenly burns a hole through my eyelids
Forcing me to wake up and undergo the pain I created
My organs feel like they're covered in chewed gum
Sticking to each other, my flesh and my bones
The inside of my head feels like I need to scratch it
Nagging ice pick headaches spike my skull ’till my brain splits
My body and sense of self won't be getting along
Until I get some hair of the dog

What to do?
Dull and alone
Fear-ridden, worry-prone
Lost and empty
Vaguely self-destructive

Symptom of discretion
Put off counting the damage
With immersion in regression
Bliss joined to the bane

I'm a fat fucking mess and i’m dirty as shit
That'll be old news when I get a drink
I'll be the most charming man in the universe, just watch
How everybody is laughing when I talk
You precious thing
Numb the dread
Go out and play
Come home when you're dead

What to do?
Sick and unclean
Oily hair and yellow teeth
Tired and aching
But still returning

I can't begin to measure
The harm done by the pleasure
Of my immersion in regression
Buried with the bane


6. BURNING DAYS

I’ve let years of my life burn up in smoke
Sent to the sky to suffocate on the fumes
Got wasted of apathy, until I choked
The nothing I’ve got is what I gave to you

Ignite - Melt with me
Cremate - Thaw the need

Watch me burn through days
I’ve become an inferno of humiliation

Can’t find a way off of the center stage
Burning days
Fear-coma helps the pain
Can’t find a way back to a careless age
Precious golden seconds traded for a crumb of memories

Ignite - Melt with me
Cremate - Thaw the need

Caged like the wicker man on display
You can count on my pockets being lined with ash
I’ll waste your time like you burning the sage
Convince me, is burning alive really so brash?

I’ve waited years for the sun to set
Can you hear the crack? Held my hands over the fire
Singed hair and seared skin won’t settle the debt
Combustion from the friction, floss my teeth with barbed wire

Watch me burn through days
I’ve become an inferno of humiliation
Watch me burn my entire life
Head like a furnace, heart on the pyre

Can’t find a way off of the center stage
Burning days
Fear-coma helps the pain
Can’t find a way back to a careless age
Precious golden seconds traded for a crumb of memories

I’ve let years of my life burn up in smoke
But there’s time up ahead before the break-down starts
Can’t waste it on apathy, I’ll send it on truth
That’s something I’ll get that I want to give to you


7. HOUSE OF RESENTMENT

Dust covered red velour
Content enough to die in this room
Wallpaper - the ruby wilts to nothing
What has been said inside of here?
Divan soaked in granules of gray hair, mold and hatred
Glass breaks, as life leaves us
We’ll pass on our fears through the floorboards

The lights in here all dance to misery
Silhouettes made of nails
Aroma of collecting dirt and old sachet bottles
Taxidermic - the house of resentment

The vacuum of hate, a dull aching anger
It’s bound to this place, and to its possessors

Broken artificial light
Is sown to the floor
Beaded and black mold clusters
Tepid water unable to drain

As they suspend and hang - dripping, old gray rain
(old gray rain/the house of resentment)

God did not breathe on this

An unending tear-down deconstruction of who you are
Unforgiving - the house of resentment


8. THE PLACE THAT BREAKS YOUR BONES

A figure - a suit, the shade volcanic
Outer husk covered in ashes
Cotton dressed of red molten chrysalis
Clad for a dance they cannot share

And she is there, waiting
This constant temporary
As he yearns, aching
This constant temporary

Crippled by the lives forever stuck in this place
Yet here we are (here you are, here am I)
Will you be on your way soon?
I have always been your life - and you never knew

Their eyes communicate an endless love
Their hearts a melting magma pooling of shame
Their hands held by fait wishes made of string
They are everything, they are nothing

Standing by the clear, black water
The love heaves with what she cannot have
The beach where the strings have come to fray
The love heaves with what she cannot have

To be alive with you
Unable to stand in the place that breaks your bones

Their eyes communicate an endless love
Their hearts a melting magma pooling of shame
Their hands held by fait wishes made of string
They are everything, they are nothing


9. PAINTED HEART

Standing in the pouring rain
Painted hearts peeling away
I know it feels like the weight of a waterfall
Crushing your back chaining you to your knees
My arms grow out like the willow branches
I want your forgiveness, yet I’m speaking in tongues

Standing in pouring rain
Painted hearts peeling away

It always feels like we’re reading a script (‘script for lithium)
I know that you know, that this is all bullshit
We both love to make it our cross to bear
It always feels like we’re reading a script (‘script for lithium)
Do you think that I think that this is all worth it?
It’s like the safety in watching reruns

Will a sense of change ever come?
Or do we spend our time waiting for one?

I know it feels like the weight of a waterfall
Crushing your back chaining you to your knees
My arms grow out like the willow branches
I want your forgiveness, yet I’m speaking in tongues

Can you look at me and numb me?
Just wake me up when it’s said and done
I’ve been ready for this since day one
Our hearts painted, dried in the sun

Our hearts haven’t tainted - not poisoned, not blind
You weren’t ready to leave, but we were ready to run

Not poisoned
Not blind



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