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entropy
00:57
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alstromeria
03:27
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Tell me why your heart beats faster,
when you go to look,
outside, to the open highway
I see you try to chase the shadows,
when they fade from sight,
as if, to find out why they don't stay
I know that I don't talk about her,
but I feel that my hands are red,
with the blood of a wilted flower
Tell me why your heart beats slowly,
when your fingers graze the walls,
is it, that you sense they're hollow
Do you feel a strange breeze blowing,
is that what hurt your eyes,
when, you opened up the window
I know that I don't talk about her,
but I feel that my hands are red,
with the blood of a wilted flower
Did we live like we're Russian dolls,
inside of paper boxes,
I don't know what to say,
there's nothing left to say
Tell me why your heart stops beating,
when you look inside
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3. |
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Breathing softly, into my coffee
I spilled it on a photograph and let it dry
Now it’s faded, and I debated
If it had always looked that way I can’t deny
The man inside the mirror looks ugly
My heart is playing tricks on my mind
Too many days of walking on stones and broken glass
A victim’s shoes should fit me just fine
It’s always seeming, like I am dreaming
So maybe all this guilt has just been misapplied
If this affliction, is purely fiction
Like throwing grains of salt into a demon’s eyes
The man inside the mirror looks ugly
My heart is playing tricks on my mind
Too many days of walking on stones and broken glass
A victim’s shoes should fit me just fine
I don’t know why I feel sorry
These people weep by my side
The beast is waiting inside me
On the other side, of this divide
Breathing softly, into my coffee
I’m not sure that it ever left my...
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4. |
deluge
03:07
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So, I locked the windows and the doors
A walk amongst the first light
The crisp air might help me clear my mind
But, I feel the migraine getting worse
An unholy resurrection
Self-doubt and grave depression back to life
I see, a face
Break through the cracks now
Into, this place
I’ve made my hideout
I see, he looks, like me
And I think I’m going under
I think I’m going under again
I made my way into the park
The city is still sleeping
And the stars are getting ready to depart
Then, in the distance I see
The bridge over the river
I wonder why I hear it calling me
I see, a face
Break through the cracks now
Into, this place
I’ve made my hideout
I see, he looks, like me
And I think I’m going under
I think I’m going under again
I know what’s coming as I step up to the edge
I feel it like a pressure on the back of my head
My palms are sweating but my heart has let go
Into the rushing water
Into the icy river below
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six seconds
04:01
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Was it all an ancient story
Or maybe a dream
I felt the sunlight overhead
Always keeping me warm
Disguising the impending storm
I open my eyes and the veil disappears
An engine constructed of weak rusted gears
The smoke and the noise that obscure them from sight
Make the driver think everything’s right
I didn’t see how long I’d waited
To be justified
And paint a picture of this side
That the world could see from above
But I think that some call it love
I open my eyes and the veil disappears
An engine constructed of weak rusted gears
The smoke and the noise that obscure them from sight
Make the driver think everything’s right
I just needed something to buttress the walls
My thoughts were like soldiers storming the halls
I just couldn’t handle this being alone
So I knew I just couldn’t let go
I guess I kept you as a bandage
For wounds that just wouldn’t heal
I broke at your going away
It left them raw and exposed
My secret that nobody knows
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