1. |
Honesty
03:12
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The longer that I stay here
More clearly I can see
I feel each point of contact
Is this real honesty?
I’ve always looked away
But now I’m feeling sane
If it’s inside of me
Is this real honesty?
So let me see your eyes
And let me sympathize
If it’s inside of me
Is this real honesty?
Stay with me stay in this now
Don’t let the clock creep in
Let’s listen to this silence
Remember to begin
I’ve always looked away
But now I’m feeling sane
If it’s inside of me
Is this real honesty?
So let me see your eyes
And let me sympathize
If it’s inside of me
Is this real honesty?
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2. |
Present Tense
04:16
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I awoke
in the same place
yarrow grows
and I to chase
O recall
what was I doing then?
Chasing I?
How do I pretend?
But if there are two of me
Which one do you see?
Underlying
and underfed
Hide in wait
to mug a friend
Furled and fraught
a throbbing thought
(lodged in like a parasite)
I see it now, see it now, see it now
(hush hush hush)
But if there are two of me
Which one do you see?
Which one’s telling me?
Fill this self with sense
Walls fade to fences
This is present tense
What’s wrong now?
(Hush hush hush)
But if there are two of me
Which one do you see?
Fill this self with sense
Walls fade to fences
This is present tense
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4. |
Self-Constrained
03:55
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My fingers float
In somber tones
A floor so high
Is it worth a summer sky?
And the motors bark
Drowning out this spark
Is it half inspired?
Is it something to admire?
Have I misplaced the fire?
Or have I hit a wall?
These jaded ways
These wasted days
A mental haze
A far-sighted gaze has gotten to my brain
I’m entertained
I’m self-constrained
When will I let go?
When will I let go?
When will I let go?
When will I let go?
And if this is me,
Am I truly free?
Forced to play a part
A self-imposed work of art
A stable mind
Is often blind
Looking in for hope
But staring through a telescope
And what of grating guilt?
Will it ever wilt?
These jaded ways
These wasted days
A mental haze
A far-sighted gaze has gotten to my brain
I’m entertained
I’m self-constrained
When will I let go?
When will I let go?
When will I let go?
When will I let go?
It’s not there yet
Don’t lift your head
It’s a waste of time
It’s a secret
They don’t need it
It’s a waste of mine
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5. |
The Prophet Lives
03:16
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