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A Boy Called Erosion
07:00
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Everything I do kills what I love
Limbs feel great, then fake, then they decay
Weather away like rocks in a wall
Hands feel great, then fake, then blow away
Cannot dissuade the dry season’s call
To leave me in drought
I breathe in the water and spit out the dust
I’ve choked on less than numbness before
Took the stars from my night with the dirt of earth’s crust
The same wind made me forever sore
And as dry as the well and the wall that I love
I breathe in the water and spit out the dust
I’ve choked on less than numbness before
Took the stars from my night with the dirt of earth’s crust
The same wind made me forever sore
And as dry as the well and the wall that I love
No discrimination from the seasons of erosion
I continue to build on what needs to fall
I have little to say, persevere nature this way
I am designed to one day feel small
My self pity preserves nature
My esteem preserves nature
My anguish preserves nature
Everything I do kills what I love
My sickness
Loftiness
Erosion
Everything I do kills what I love
I drop when I can grab
I drop when I can grab
I drop when I can grab
I drop when I can grab
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2. |
From the Stomach
06:17
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I’ve reached the time when decadence
Is not easy, but in order
Arrived at the moment to ebb
Languishing in my disorder
I can’t find the strength to face it
Have to trust that I can take it
We bend our knee to dissolution
I exist as an extension
Lower our eyes to avert pain
Each a rock that leaves one mountain
Falling victim to inertia
Broken or stalled out conclusions
I can’t find the strength to face it
Have to trust that I can take it
It moves overhead
Forgetting I was just in its belly
From below the rot smells divine
I’d rather be dead
Than be back in that belly
So I forget that the rot was once mine
The rot was once mine
The rot was once mine
I feel better than decay
Better than digestion
Better than all the puke that someday will be
Was I born this way?
Should I ask that question when the bile will not allow me to see?
I’ve reached the time when decadence
Is not easy, but in order
Arrived at the moment to ebb
Languishing in my disorder
I can’t find the strength to face it
Have to trust that I can take it
We bend our knee to dissolution
I exist as an extension
Lower our eyes to avert pain
Each a rock that leaves one mountain
Falling victim to inertia
Broken or stalled out conclusions
I can’t find the strength to face it
Have to trust that I can take it
I can’t find the strength to face it
Have to trust that I can take it
Been in the shit
Now my mind is shit
Came out as shit that believes
Defined by the shit
Better because of it
Can’t smell myself when I breathe
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Coldness then numbness
Numbness then coldness
Nothing then feeling
Feeling then nothing
Can’t take the heat, I take the ice
With my ailment have to make nice
And take the pain
Take the needle, take the false strength
Keep the tyrant cold at arm’s length
Forget my gains
Forget everything I could ever do
Machines can’t make me whole
Machines cut away my days
Machines aren’t there to console
My nerves as they rot away
Rot away!
The minds I trust with my body
Survive on pain and my money
To them I give all that I have
The machine grinds on anyway
Even if I succumb to the fray
They get theirs and I am rid of
Hands fall off in all my dreams
Hands fall off yet still grab me
Hands fall off in all my dreams
Hands fall off and I still breathe
Machines aren’t there to console
My nerves as they rot away
Rot away!
The minds I trust with my body
Survive on pain and my money
To them I give all that I have
The machine grinds on anyway
Even if I succumb to the fray
They get theirs and I am rid of
Hands fall off in all my dreams
Hands fall off yet still grab me
Hands fall off in all my dreams
Hands fall off and I still breathe
Coldness then numbness
Numbness then coldness
Nothing then feeling
Feeling then nothing
Can’t take the heat, I take the ice
With my ailment have to make nice
And take the pain
Take the needle, take the false strength
Keep the tyrant cold at arm’s length
Forget my gains
Forget everything I could ever do
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4. |
Water in the Cemetery
06:40
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Water
Keep the dead alive
Buy the living more time with them
And help all the plants to grow
So life atop rot is not all they know
Keep the dead alive
The fresh and aged alike condemn
Unkept or painful appearances
Where life atop rot demands adherences
Baptize rot with us
Celebrate all the beauty with us
Help form new flesh from dust
Keep hope to survive
They’d hate to see you rot with them
Everything must look the part
Life atop rot can ruin the best of hearts
Keep the dead alive
The fresh and aged alike condemn
Unkept or painful appearances
Where life atop rot demands adherences
Baptize rot with us
Celebrate all the beauty with us
Help form new flesh from dust
Baptize rot with us
Celebrate all the beauty with us
Help form new flesh from dust
Keep the dead alive
Keep the dead alive
Keep the dead alive
Water in the cemetery
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5. |
Entropy Divine
14:46
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Frozen joy ends up burning
Charring progress then scattering with the wind
All that effort, all that yearning
For nothing but flickers of light in the dim
Nostalgia is regret
I remember the time my nerves weren’t fried
and all the ways I tried to survive
Sickness, sweet sickness, kept me alive
While another ate my insides
Sickness, sweet sickness, kept me alive
While another ate my insides
I’m beginning to feel things decay
A sixth sense developed over time
Can’t remember faces, I never see names
A reflection losing its shine
Coupled with a brain that thinks the wrong way
A body in pain cannot pine
Suffering with no worry or say
Entropy divine
I’ve started going numb in new ways
I’ve started making up for lost time
When youthful vigor led me to think I’d survive
And walk away unscathed
Don’t need hands if you have the right face
Don’t need guts if you’re used to your back
Coupled with a brain that thinks the wrong way
A body in pain cannot pine
Suffering with no worry or say
Entropy divine
I’ve started going numb in new ways
I’ve started making up for lost time
When youthful vigor led me to think I’d survive
And walk away unscathed
Don’t need hands if you have the right face
Don’t need guts if you’re used to your back
I’m ugly
I’m malformed
I’ll need strength
To hold myself up without hands
Without nerves, without spine
Without grip, without mine
Without light, without shine
Entropy is divine
Entropy is divine
A temple of chaos
Disorder supreme
It knows that it’ll never
Be allowed to be free
This body, these nerves
This shrine atop decay
Born crumbling, falling, trembling
Rubbing itself slowly against itself
Wearing away the pain kept at bay
By youthful forms and self ignorance
How long can I last beside this shrine?
How long is my prime?
How long til the terminal tingle?
How long til my hands become one claw
That can’t scratch but myself in lieu of anyone else?
How long will it take to scratch myself raw?
To forgive myself my wrongs?
Passion is deception
Nostalgia is regret
Nostalgia is regret
I remember the time I thought I could heal
I remember the time I worked to conceal my weakness
I remember the time I thought I could heal
I remember the time I worked to conceal my weakness
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Shroud of Despondency was formed by Rory Heikkila in the late 1990's.
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