Lyrics Cloverleaf - Pears

Cloverleaf

From the height of this peak
This crooked path that I’ve toiled along
Betrays itself to me unswerving
Through this wasted land
Stifle terror I’m cradling in
Benign reverence of a nightmare
Don’t pull me out
The climax comes
The leaves of this clover ablaze, I must burn!
Fluid in tongues through accelerant lips
Forged my own signature on my own permission slip
I grappled angry
Would not let go
Cathartic subjugation
I have come to know
Dangling like a thread
Over the heads of the children of woe
The credits scroll up and away left with nowhere to go
But departures are arrivals in a certain sense
And the rations I’ve been given have been marked as evidence
Of willingness yet to survive
I want to want to die
I want to want to die
I want to want to die
I want to want to die
But I don’t!
From a mind under mire
The sputtered patterns of endless thought
Will strike the artist as self-serving
As ugly as it appears
The implications hyperbole
Familiarity unnerving
Powerless to change what I can’t see
To thumb through a manual inherently losing my place
A myriad of options
Incisions to make
Give me a moment