deconstruction from home by foxtails
Tracklist
| 3. | deconstruction | 3:43 |
Lyrics
checked out, dead weight, windswept,
nude root rot, limp, disintegrated
behind flesh veils hide calamities,
ceaseless sirens evanesce into drone, it’s somehow better this way
defenseless against solitude and running out the clock
sinking into somnolence, i’ve been betrayed
evocation comes after me in anxious slumber
terrors drip off the tongue,
elusive, inconsequential
paradoxical precautions
decorations of disarray
chime in clichés about burning out versus fading away
awakening to an impending sense of doom
(day after day, night after night)
gardens grown on barren land are bound to die away
(day after day, night after night)
supine, inert, astray
grip the clock by the hands, turn time back
what i ponder most
in my deliberations
is if they know what they do when they do it to me
birthed from
a lonely womb
dread and premonition woven into punished cells
a rare spark of
discordance
i’ve lived too many lives to be patronized
what’s there to lose?
worth the try to die
dignified
reconciling and inconsolable
laid to waste by attrition
gifted life just to be robbed of the joy
you will never fucking listen
this face is half of what you hate
compensate by delegating shame
conditioned to sympathize with parasites
what is real, what is right?
a love laced with contempt
flesh of my flesh, blood of my blood
wistful and battered soul laid bare
and yet you still find
something
else to
take
toss and turn night after night
a deprivation that will never be rectified
toss and turn night after night
a deprivation that will never be rectified
toss and turn
night after night
