Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Ladder, artist - East Of The Wall. Album song Ressentiment, in the genre Date of issue: 19.07.2010
Record label: Translation Loss
Song language: English
The Ladder |
| This crowd: a fleshy lake. |
| The throngs as smallish waves, folds like skin upon |
| the sow |
| A faint din as spit and speech caw- the rank broth that stews while boiled alive |
| «Who are you to cast your net so wide, and deepen the maw? |
| Cannibal, your hooks blood deep in hide |
| This too shall pass. |
| You’ll find yourself at last.» |
| Couldn’t anyone else have tried to carve their hold? |
| The mark of hands. |
| Couldn’t anyone else have climbed the bones of old? |
| The bridge of man, its steps cobbled stones from sand |
| One way mirror, cracked and leering, watch us crawl |
| A coarse ascension, a vulgar dream dragged kicking back to the floods |
| A crass intrusion: the eyesore tower was crashed by swarms… |
| A herd of cackles, a school of flesh that scorns the touch |
| «The only face that scorns this fate is ours: self same, ripe to faint |
| Once down, the stench, the taint. |
| So raise the eyesore tower |
| We’ll raze the rows we felled |
| When stayed the hand of storms, down poured the fruit of arms.» |