1. |
Shores
04:34
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Drapery falls
on the echoes of bodies,
warming beneath
the afternoon sun.
An absent light
cast upon ghosts
is tainted by a violet nostalgia.
Yearning for memories,
yearning for hope,
existence declining
all that I've wanted,
foreign hands
outstretched,
inviting,
cast aside.
I found you,
broken,
where the rotting fruit lay.
In lieu of a life,
cast aside.
No need for memories,
no need for hope,
Existence providing
all that I've wanted.
Gold to the water,
it glimmers as it fades,
we live for tomorrow
and cry for today.
Burning our bridges and building these walls,
defending people that won't save themselves,
watching the birds fly away from our dissonance,
keeping the shells with us that showed us peace.
Where the sea is home,
and the dreams are real,
and I'm never alone
in an ocean of freedom,
laying at peace upon a bed of sand,
shrouded in turquoise,
smothered by tides.
Dormant and silent,
thinking of then,
I open my lungs,
the ocean flows in.
Let drapery fall on the echoes of nothing,
My body is cold
under the waves.
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2. |
Slow Fall
04:14
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Scarred by
hate fed, dismal knowledge
spitting salt onto wounded earth,
cursing blood,
covering sheltered fear.
Opening skin deep wounds
until scars spread,
ignorant confusion
conflicting blue blooded pride,
inflating insecure inflictions,
loved by malevolent scum.
Run from light,
you're a bastards son.
Run from light,
undeserving of the gifting sun.
Run from light.
Redirected hatred,
find reflection,
necessary dissection, reborn.
Symbolic repression,
suicidal expression.
Welcome to all, forever unmourned,
toxic, bloodied with a wounded mule,
Blessing the future.
A world less cruel.
Run from light,
you're a bastards son.
You'll never let go.
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3. |
Bloom
09:07
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Here I sit on noxious shores,
gold and blood fill the kings chalice.
Dread consumes me,
hatred spits me out,
wishing on stones tossed across
polluted waters.
Where another would drown
before we knew it lived,
ours and theirs,
in shared distress.
Our final breath
will be thick with death.
Lung like a gun.
Feed on the rot from the wound we breed life.
Lung like a gun.
Feed on the rot from the wound we breed life.
Weight of consciousness
collapsing the structure.
Prevalent weakness
overrides potential.
The womb is turning sour,
filled with wasted life,
rejecting its host,
amounting to naught,
beings null of mind,
emptied of their will.
The hearts of man
are conditioned to fear
a world where direction
bleeds from above,
crying when their illusion shatters,
begging for instructions.
Man are fools to man
Man are fools and
null of mind.
Bed of ruin.
Wasted life.
Man are fools to man.
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4. |
Dancing Shade
08:44
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I remember murky nights spent eloping in the midnight soil, blood pulsing, filled with escape. Eyes blind to future loss, those innocent nights, they cling to my heart, holding deep with desperation, buried into my soul.
When I look at the unfamiliar sun images of bygone days whisper, begging, yearning for my return.
Spirits misaligned, scrape at memories,
feeding on scraps of a severed bond.
Illusory nourishment.
Malice, cloaked in poison.
The seed has borne a rotten fruit,
the tree is withered, unattended.
I look for shade in empty spaces,
vacant of you.
Forcefully departing pleasant thoughts
into a vessel to hold my pain,
I turn towards a brighter future,
welcoming warmth.
The candle burns,
giving shade to none.
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5. |
Beneath The Dark Pyramid
04:10
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Fall.
Fear the future, unprevented.
Iridescent reflection from our negligent muck
Fall.
Call intention, cuss prevention.
Unconsidered self inflation, irreversible disgust
Self sacrificed time
in a dark hole prevalent with swine.
Fruits of the earth layed to rot in their wake.
Whats left to find, we can take from a lower tier
of heightened unimportance,
Shedding pride for a taste of life
draped in gold.
Possession and shame
Shrouded by envisioned disdain.
Fear of equality.
Possession and shame
Shrouded by envisioned disdain.
Cower before the life of a mind outside your own.
Fear of the unknown.
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6. |
Lunar Dawn
08:42
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I was with you when I left my nest, because you promised me a sanctuary in your arms. We fought together, and bathed in the forsaking gaze of those with whom we departed. There was a window, we would sit beneath it and watch it close in the autumn winds, innocent of its foreshadowing. The breeze of fate carried with it our time in the sun. Soon after, shadows began to climb upon your face, and the sanctuary was stained with blood and tears.
My new home became forbidden to my flourishing desires, and so I left you there. The life we built in a space with no harm would carve itself into my dreams.
Sleep brings me a glimpse into what had never been.
Trauma shed, I leave for horizons unseen.
Healed by dawn.
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7. |
Navelgazing
05:58
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Enraptured,
weeping alone,
comforted by
scarlet memories.
Welcoming
forsaken selves,
masks crumble.
Powerless,
flesh exposed,
shapeless,
melting,
the vessel
compromised.
Settled dust
buries desperation,
existence echoed
by loss.
What once was
washes away
timeless cycles,
forgotten.
Languid spirits
collapsing,
their frail shells,
broken, sleeping.
A grave of ash welcomes,
cursed.
Forfeiting to gravity,
soil embrace my soul.
Departure from
bonds of falsehood,
aching for
a foreign freedom.
Indebted to a pit in the earth.
Carry me far,
far from all I've known,
my home is now
the memory of none.
Bleeding every ounce of all I ever had.
Running from my emptiness, I push all forethought to the side and getting to a foreign gate I hesitate to go inside. Consuming every ounce of strength that's left within my withered frame, I yell into the welcome dark and hear and echo call my name. This place is now a part of me. belonging to my broken fear, the only choice that lies ahead is one of abject misery: to integrate my goals and dreams with all my deepest suffering, and sacrifice my love to see the highest truth of being.
Becoming the scalding light
cast upon my wilted body.
Free from my own eyes,
the prison burns away.
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In a circle of dead friends
where I don't know my name,
I met independence
shrouded in shame.
Cancerous guidance
through treacherous territory,
love led hate
through a journey of age.
Loneliness found courage,
courage found pride,
A reoccurring memory
pushed pillars high.
From a place of peace,
there's nothing here for you,
existing as irrelevance
In a past fueled future.
In a life starved landscape
beacons serve as open arms,
in figure and form, pure,
they belong to only a few.
An abject past leaves me stained,
stained in broken bonds.
Frailty pervades my hope,
with memories as evidence.
Tearing at the shackles,
peering through the shadow.,
doubt returns its lustful gaze.
I cast away loss and binding.
Seeking beacons under duress:
the path of elation and loss.
Find me if we share the path,
and together we can weep.
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