FALLEN GRACE CACOPHONY
Try to act cool, try and always lose, slammed in your face whichever door you choose,tried every trick, still it's "fuck you" you get, extinct folklore you bet but it gets better, the fucked up weather outsmarts you, you think that you're clever and you will change so now it's rather a never and the final thing left for you to do is endeavour the dreams passed on to forever
Unjustified hostility, it's yours just take it.
A fallen grace cacophony, that's what you get.
Drowning in felicity, you'll never make it.
Your mood, your selfdestructive mood, never holds still, always up to no good, hide your face behind one of your testing smiles, live through the tempting times of one's youth but don't care about the truth, cause versions are always various, multiple, always impeccable, never admitting their flaws, shredded claws got blunt seemingly for nothing
Unjustified hostility, it's yours just take it.
A fallen grace cacophony, that's what you get.
Drowning in felicity, you'll never make it.
You wanna lose that body and get yourself another, that's just another thought that you need to smother, extinguish the flames and get on outside, inside you just try to get fixated, you hate it even faded, formed into your goal in life the redemption-like strife, you can cut it with a knife of confusion, transfusion, disillusioned with your satisfaction, it's fiction
Unjustified hostility, it's yours just take it.
A fallen grace cacophony, that's what you get.
Drowning in felicity, you'll never make it.
The thrill of all velocity, sickened, you bet.
Unjustified hostility, it's yours just take it.
A fallen grace cacophony, that's what you get.
Drowning in felicity, you'll never make it.
TOO FAST IS THE ONLY WAY
Coming up with your seven faces, they all make me suffer, you try to make me tougher but you only make me feel like a fucking slave, slave to this society, running after money, licking the king's ass, gold's turning brass, my brain's just a mass made of thrash but I really got the feeling, hate is healing when it comes from your heart, your end is a start of life but you're too far away
Too fast is the only way
The only way I know is the way I'm gonna make the world turn with a curve, switching the gear up high, I am alive, velocity has dropped all the way to sixty-five, no time to waste, make haste, accelerate, fear and hate, just can't wait to penetrate slow dead cells in a slow man's face, there are no winners in a human race
Too fast is the only way.
VICTIM?
Sometimes I wonder is there a path more narrow than the one you walk with your neverending sorrow, stigmatized by your own hand and no man can ever dig a hole quite as deep as only you can, self-inflicted deceiving bleeding is feeding the hunger of acceptance that you're needing, the things you throw at me, they grow in me and they only seem to come out as makebelieve
Well-balanced? Victim? I think not!
You've reasoned enough, let the emotions reign, kick in the slo-mo frame after frame, a lifetime waiting for the kodak-moment, you already owned it but now you're throwing it away unlike your self sufficient ways, martyridiculous and ingenius m.o. which implies that you would fuck your friends the way that it begins is the way that it ends
Well balanced? Victim? I think not!
You cannot believe what goes down my oesophagus
'TACK
Because I know that you're proficient in every kinda way but I say that I won't pay attention, not today because so called truth is so far away, just a piece of paper and you gotta pay your taxes while he waxes his sportscar smoking havanna-cigar, eating caviar, living life like a movie-star
But you gotta pay. You gonna pay
I'm on a mission, I'm running like crazy, money, authority, no-one can change it, no-one's respecting, no-one's caring, no-one's giving and no-one's sharing, exploitation is been practised by those who rage against it the most, they say love to the people they hate, but you gonna pay, it's too late
But you gotta pay. You gonna pay
Because I know that you're proficient in every kinda way but I say that I won't pay attention, not today, because so called truth is so far away, just a piece of paper and you gotta pay your taxes while he waxes his sportscar smoking havanna-cigar, eating caviar, living life like a movie-star
But you gotta pay. You gonna pay
DILEMMA
Something creeps inside my head, I don't know what it is but I've done wrong, I have to get it out,I'm in distress with this stress, I need a pain reliever to this fever. Never did it need me, never did believe me, I'm putting it all back, back down beneath me, I won't cry anymore, there's no regrets, I won't die anymore, they're not my deaths. I don't want to regret, I want to forget, I want to crucify the angel that denied my entry through the gates of bliss with her kiss that tasted like semen poured from the veins of...Insecurity, infidelity, it makes me wanna shout and scream in agony, delight - always taking, never giving moral is something it don't believe in
Something about regret makes it hard to accept
I'm in this so deep, I can't make sense of this all, I need to break free from these memories of me, I have to let go, never in my time look behind. Apologizing for the dreams I shattered, invalidating everything that ever mattered, sodomizing the pure fragments of my soul, humiliating everyone i've ever known. I don't want to forget, I want to regret, I want to decapitate the demon that made my life a living hell in his cell where it forced it's way with me and it made me...Re-evalute and eliminate the values that I cherish and appreciate, never did I give any confessions, never did I give any concessions
Something about regret makes it hard to accept
Wrapped up in, up in my, up in my dilemma
TAPROOT
The sounds, I surround you with headnods, make or brake, carry on with my swansong which you can1t relate to, time is glue in which you've sticked your finger into, feel like peaches, spin the wheel with Jesus, carry on with our sound and figure out what it teaches, do you feel privileged? Can you feel compassion? Do you understand the passion imprisoned by misfortune? I know, I know, strike one, strike two, you know you've lost it, broken faucet, no return, what the fuck is a third degree burn? Unspoken, silent to death.
Sway on to my block, yo! I'm in ya corner, bring down the curtain with my authority of a senior, treat you a ringside seat to my life with a phi beta caca-wife dressed for success, strive for mint, I'll give you a hint, yes? Pop a vein on the threshold of stress, see me walk out the door, watch me, I will, I can, span of man, spam of man, hey I'm not the biggest fan, but still support the cause, uneducated, unknowing, can you hold me responsible, will you? Soothe the blue groom with a boom, perfection deception perception inflative vocation, values? Moral? Humanity?
Taproot.
Quiescent.
Visual charm combined with the audio experience, feeling the surface, be the soil under the fence, the judge, jury and the executioner of the comparative importance, a mans stance on newspaper stands, sandstorms born regardless of the freezing glance, you dance under cold bridges, rapid twitches, sneaky snitches, every child ain't born under the flag of finesse, so I ask again: do you feel privileged? Think of hearing my voice and think again, ponder that very hard and we'll agree my friend, I know we will, it's a thrill: find a bill deep in your pocket, you had forgotten all about it but it's always been there just rediscover it
Taproot.
Quiescent.
Unclean.
Unpure.
Solitude.
Make a step toward the light cause I know you see it
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