
Date of issue: 16.03.2015
Record label: Spinefarm Records
Song language: English
Intrusive Thoughts |
Solace in this solitude is what I had sought |
Applauding God and his facade |
There’s comfort in this fraud |
I’m just the son he’d gone and forgot |
I gave up on myself, my health, and hope of any help |
May Hell accept me as the spawn of what this world has dealt |
My teeth are metaphors of everything that I deplore |
Hollow, flawed, and falling from the awful height of twenty floors |
As I descend, feel my knees bend |
Indifferent, apathetic glances across the cement |
When my face met at least it kissed the pavement |
The ground gave me more sympathy and grief than what their stares meant |
As I descend, feel my knees bend |
Indifferent, apathetic glances across the cement |
When my face met at least it kissed the pavement |
The ground gave me more sympathy and grief than what their stares meant |
Harbored dark thoughts |
Got the cops calling spots where my body might drop |
Voices in my closet talk |
Jaws click and gossip |
Who the notches in my bedpost are |
Hear them knock before I toss myself |
All for naught |
I mock and scoff |
And hop onto the windowsill |
A father and his daughter paused |
To stop and watch |
Then walk it off |
Forgot my face |
Confirmed my faith |
The human race has lost its cause |
Dancing with the devil by the moonlight |
Head filled with some moonshine |
Led and pirouetted out the room by my bruised thighs |
Loose stride |
Moving through the booze 'til the brew’s dry |
Used to abuse |
So what’s it to you, right? |
Delusions of grandeur used to subdue doubt |
Until it perfused through my body like gout |
Then it consumed more than I had allowed |
Exhuming the tombs of neurosis aground |
Confusion and laughter from the ruthless crowd |
Assuming the stupid kid would turn around |
A nuisance, a loser, whose head’s in the clouds |
Too far removed from the earth to be found |
And the crows gather round |
So concerned now they stand on common ground |
And the crows gather round |
So concerned now they stand on common ground |
Murders perched and watched me rot |
They brought with them intrusive thoughts |
Name | Year |
---|---|
Void | 2016 |
Nothing Within | 2016 |
One Of Us | 2016 |
Memory Museum | 2016 |
Wounds | 2016 |
Desperation | 2015 |
Grief | 2015 |
Frigid | 2015 |