Lyrics Traphouse - Ilsa

Traphouse

Bow
Pledge addiction
Allegiance
To vain narration
And conquest of our dreams
Our warped windows
Poorly masked misery
Already so familiar
In its anonymity
Busted freights flash by
I hear I’ll learn, in time
To tune out the squeals
Of steel
The fumes of shit and decay
Foul, festering depths
Of inflicted wounds
All the nightmares
I never remember
For all the wasted days
I can’t forget
I tire of this stubbornness
Inevitable regrets
No delusions of clarity
Outside subjectivity
I seek simple pleasure
Worn out
Patch-worked
Into obscurity
Trampled underfoot, all life
That springs forth afresh
Unnoticed, till broken
Under grinding wheels
Through endless repetition
Endless repetition
And worship
Of petty variations
Narcissus watches up
From his shallow grave
We stare back
Oblivious to resemblance