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Vice Grips
06:02
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A faster food, a slower death
Additives subtract until the souls bereft
Left to hunt and gather where it’s mass produced
Convenience requires that we have to loose
Choose lust just pretend its love
The idea alone, is a deadly drug
Choose one religion dismiss the rest
Repeat cycle, sin, repent, then confess
Wi-fi connects us to a world shrunk
Pulls us further apart, snap, curl up
Shut the door scramble communion
Simulate a life, from the room you live
Views and ticks hits and trends
In the land of the smartphone living dead
Crave likes and mentions a vain acceptance
Gratified by a crazed faceless assemblage
The chasm surrounds us
Mimics our calling
A tandem of cowards
Willing to fall in
The chasm has found us
And it has found us wanting
Ship sinks
I drown
Chains, links
Wrapped ‘round
Ship sinks
I drown
Bewitched
Dumbfound
The light shines the wheels spins
Need the roll of a dice just to feel things
Buying anything to fill an empty void
Rent attention with intentions of expensive noise
Poised, in a fashion curd
Vacant logos brand us to the cattle herd
Here’s your value worth, a wearied pot
Sound the soirée, Reaper in your earshot
Best years lost, forever hate your age
Yearn the surgeon’s knife, desecrate your face
It’s a rat race, no finish line
Pace is trivial, keep within the lines
Go against design become binary code
Ones and Ohs stuck in lines and rows
Until we’re devoid, obsoleted
Enslaved to ploys of our choice achievement
The chasm surrounds us
Mimics our calling
A tandem of cowards
Willing to fall in
The chasm has found us
And it has found us wanting
Ship sinks
I drown
Chains, links
Wrapped ‘round
Ship sinks
I drown
Bewitched
Dumbfound
Liquor rush anything to live it up
Relinquish inhibitions of this British blush
Riddled drunk, comfortable in this slump
Life is easier when you don’t give a
Popping party drugs, give the liver rest
Dancing on your grave while you dig that trench
Inhale a little death exhale a bitter stress
Cigarette smoke silhouettes a bigger mess
Inward breathe
In those weeds a jest, mischief and fret
Prescription pills to take away your ills
Tethered to that heal to test your will
Under pressure chill float in opiates
So when life is real you’ll never notice it
Open wrists sick of that gruelling numb
Cut until you feel that the rule of thumb
The chasm surrounds us
Mimics our calling
A tandem of cowards
Willing to fall in
The chasm has found us
And it has found us wanting
Ship sinks
I drown
Chains, links
Wrapped ‘round
Ship sinks
I drown
Bewitched
Dumbfound
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2. |
Effigies of Yesterday
04:06
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With age and neglect a change is thrust
A face of rust flakes to dust
Wake me up to the age simplicity
Before we debunked every strain of infinity
Wisdom heaves regret, self-doubt
The silent screams I cant yell out
Time ebbs down stream flows to a spill
Cascades upon plains when it’s over the hill
A sobering chill beholding the drown
And the parts me I banished to a ghost town
Slow down to watch myself haunt these walkways
The streets, fields, buildings and hallways
All day I wonder where my time escaped to
Slipped through the cracks id hacked for a break through
Make do a mantra of tantrums
Couldn’t see the prison bars for the sanctum
The earliest
Stencils I shaded are theirs to dandle
Nestled in the frames of my parents mantle
Adolescence shaped by pressure and vandal
Measured by the grades of every lesson valued
When I came of age to stress so tangible
Stepped on stage where they hecklers wrangle
Blessed was the day I’d neglect the manual
Tear the pages, Undressed the tangle
Merited the fade and the debts we gamble
accepted the way that my errant candle... drips
All my effigies of yesterday
Dance with vigor through that cleansing flame
To the songs of days I had wished away
So I’m caught between worlds sleeved in a chrysalis
Weaved in bereavement, grieving my innocence
Reminiscent quivers get the best of me
Just another symptom of my hypersensitivity
The highs of simplicity revel in that ore
Flashbacks execute a nausea
Pause for a second gawp horizons
Where arteries have forked and divided
Caution and silence, my two best friends
Remembering an age where bruise met sin
Loose met win but they both were impostors
And either one could morph to monster
Lost so many days to the spoils of illusion
I’ve since twisted to a coil of convolution
Confused when I found that my heroes draw blood
What maudlin lens to explore love
The earliest
Stencils I shaded are theirs to dandle
Nestled in the frames of my parents mantle
Adolescence shaped by pressure and vandal
Measured by the grades of every lesson valued
When I came of age to stress so tangible
Stepped on stage where they hecklers wrangle
Blessed was the day I’d neglect the manual
Tear the pages, Undressed the tangle
Merited the fade and the debts we gamble
accepted the way that my errant candle... drip
All my effigies of yesterday
Dance with vigor through that cleansing flame
To the songs of days I had wished away
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3. |
Low Beast
05:08
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So tell me If I paint a smile, maybe you can love more
Dressed as a clown with a propensity for blood and gore
Summon war, roused in the rubble
On a quest for courage, I found trouble
Double Dutch fumbles from contorted mouth
Conjures damp rising from this haunted house
Fawning sprouts whispers from a spirits tongue
Draws me to the woods where the witches hung
Until they swung, hanged from the oaks brittle branch
Very same tree my initials carved
Armed with harpoon to kill coy
And fears I have known since a little boy
Fill the void until it’s neat peat at 6 feet
Where blackouts are the step dad of the big sleep
Riddled heap A.M. another failed exorcism
Bad blood dripping from a head that’s splitting
So I drink to forget but begin remember
Left my heart in that snowy December
Tend to consume ‘til I darken the room
Sit and watch Venus as the Martians loom
Then I drink to empowerment but cower in its wake
The blood the beast spills is sour in its taste
I tend to consume, ‘til the laughter balloons
And bursts on this party of two
As medicament simmers to poison
A blue funk sings the dawn in
Even thinner blood dries by morning
For they can only love me when I’m you
I can Hyde behind this lie
But I can’t Hyde you
So in the coming of an age I stumbled on a treasure trove
Unbeknownst was the curse on that embezzled gold
You never know the price until the pockets turned
Pissed away my youth into a shoddy urn
Watch, learn, listen a fool hardy party trick
I can arm a timid misfit with charm and wit
A Discarded magic, old hat rabbit bundled in
Catching sympathetic jeers at family function
Breathe dysfunction, never felt enough
But I can harness super powers when I thin the blood
Mix up potions Hyde from the jackals
A shy teen shined when prescribed what the adults gulp
Sculpt away the weak mould
Lions mouth ajar social media freak show
My people caught a creature they caught on a camera phone
And I seem to share some features with that animal
So I drink to forget but begin remember
I left my heart in that snowy December
I tend to consume ‘til I darken the room
Sit and watch Venus as the Martians loom
Then I drink to empowerment but cower in its wake
The blood the beast spills is sour in its taste
I tend to consume, ‘til the laughter balloons
And bursts on this party of two
As medicament simmers to poison
A blue funk sings the dawn in
Even thinner blood dries by morning
For they can only love me when I’m you
I can Hyde behind a lie
But I can’t Hyde you
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4. |
con.VOL.clusion
05:46
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Entangled with the roots of this synthetic tree
Surrendered to its fruits so pathetically
Truth evades the hours where subjective weaves
You can’t flower press with dishevelled leaves
These bloodied hands pass the buck devalue it
These fingerprints are plastered, so claret red
I mourn every second spent that I haven’t kept
Those nestled in our Venn a diagram of sacrament
And on days that I feel like I’m dying
I look to the light that my children provide when
Bedlam consumes every morsel of brightness
Remind us we’re more than our quietus
There’s nothing left In the halls of our conquest
Picking up the dead in a war we haven’t lost yet
I’m just a mirror image riddled with our concepts
Hoping someone qualified can simmer down this hot mess
And on the days when I feel like I’m dying
Fright strikes a chord to hymn of enlightenment
I want to seize the day but I’m not sure how
My weaknesses enabled me a conduit of doubt
I want to seize the day but I’m not sure how
As a bead in a wave, a modicum of ground
I want to seize the day but I’m not sure how
Seeking a way to be lost in the now
Alas, there is animus in suffering
Magic in our utterance, our majesty is buffering
I want to walk away but I have to stay
This lawn I’ve arranged must have it’s day
I want to walk away but I have to stay
Every doorway and gate poorly handmade
I want to walk away but I have to stay
I was forged by the flames of our habits craved
Alas, there is absence of mother ship
Tragedy that underpins our flagships of current wins
We place a veil of necessity over the crude the callings of our desires
We, the masters of justification
We have normalised dystopia
Paved the roads that lead us there with notions of adventure
We have been taught greed carefully kneaded into the shape of success, pay it forward
Celebrate it at any and all costs
We have created such grandiose complexities, our achievements are noteworthy
Yet we fail to comprehend their true meaning and worth
As pride is in the eye of the creator
We have imagined gods, fashioned them from ideas and rubble
We live in shadows of things that have grown beyond their purpose, beyond the reach of our stewardship
Beyond us
Blissfully unaware... led by a spark of our own ignition
We have basked in our own glory for too long, blinded by its blaze
The buoyancy of our ego and self worth may not weather this storm
The point of no return may already have its date etched on a milestone disguised as glorious structure
Thankfully we are not footnote, not paragraph, nor sentence, nor word or even letter
A typo maybe?
Withal, the seeds we plant may just reveal the answers that have eluded us
That is a notion we should embrace Build the new worlds upon it
It should have never come to this
We were meant for so much more
Our numbers are too many
For all of our trials, passions, accomplishments and connections
We are significantly, Antagonist
Yet there is wonder in our wander starlight in our passion, flashed of utopia on our horizons and in our peripheral
And beautiful purpose in our complex tapestry
It should have been so much more simple
This should have been a sentient dream
If only we had just
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