foxtails - deconstruction

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, afflicted to the core
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

Written by:
Blue Luno Solaz

Publisher:
Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

Lyrics powered by Lyric Find