Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Almost People, artist - East Of The Wall. Album song NP-Complete, in the genre
Date of issue: 28.03.2019
Record label: Translation Loss
Song language: English
The Almost People |
We fled this with lurching stride |
We fled this, a burst of fire and pride |
Running away, no one can turn it around |
Fury, sound |
Smoke, it’s all those fires could sow |
A prayer to sear the ground |
A sole, raw plume in air, set to fall again |
Slowly watching the crash exploding in slow-mo |
It went on and on |
Smoke, alive, its limbs encroach with heaving breaths like bray |
The spires rise, cascade, and we’re overrun |
In time we’ll dream this way |
Backdrop burned into the eye |
It only shades how we haven’t won |
And how much more to lose in that black eye |
A golem congealing ash into form |
Filled in like Bezalel, it’s real |
Willed up like fire |
And to believe every homily shapes its mind |
It’s real, it’s real |
Lines of the throngs ignite |
And wails fall, drowned |
It molted viscous and rank |
Wrong, yet alive |
By morning eyes have coalesced |
And leached off the light |
Reeling from qualia’s worst cryptic trial |
So spread like wild |
And flash down to soil |
New heat wrapped around the stalks |
What was once evergrown fuels best |
And ends still |
Won’t you forget? |
Won’t you have had enough of quandaries? |
What’s lost is lost |
In the silence, after the eulogy |
Renounce all sides, all ties |
«I'm done, I’m done.» |
In the silence, it’s enough to yearn and sigh |
«I'm done.» |