Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Beasteater, artist - East Of The Wall. Album song Ressentiment, in the genre Date of issue: 19.07.2010
Record label: Translation Loss
Song language: English
Beasteater |
| Built on high, the scaffold’s walls are hinged to the fold |
| The step slopes downward for none. |
| Their aims ran steep |
| So where, then, must you have tryst? |
| A crane of the neck- your crooked eyes rose to rest where the loft hung |
| The weight you’ve sweat here will not lighten your load |
| It gnaws on fragments of your tired soul. |
| Your line: an arc for progress |
| Your sky: a roof. |
| Your gate is closed. |
| The way for you is plowed |
| The cart you pull is culled from your bones |
| In darkness ashes coat your lungs. |
| In silence there is only defeat |
| Wisdom to you now is but a burden |
| The breeze that broke you came from your throat |
| No ire can keep burning. |
| No wrath is wrought by the lowly |
| A slow step and you’ve only to wait until, claws bent |
| Mind fogging, the next wind will topple you wholly |
| Cold mire, deep sopping… climb up and pull your load |
| The waves all broke, and sovereigns tend the falls |
| The tide broke, a cloven splash, and sovereigns tend the falls |
| As if rising again and again to be chopped at the knees was a gift |
| The impetus will fade with dusk |
| You sorrel nag, your coat is blood and rust |