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Smash the Hourglass
05:04
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The light of the crescent moon
Reflects on the shadows of days past
There is knowledge in the midnight stillness
Which speaks of wasted time
Minutes become years flown by
Each with her own constraints
From the material necessities wrought by a capitalist noose
To the prison of self-doubt
Stoked by society’s negative feedback
Has let precious time slip away
But to breath deep with the winking stars
And catch the rustle of leaves
Is to know it is never too late
To seize the day by its tail
And the night by its horns
To strangle that which has robbed so many of their lives
Whether the enemy actual or the one internalized
To break the isolation of shame, exhaustion, fear and guilt!
To embrace each moment and demand that all may do the same
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2. |
Back Drop
05:00
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Time is wearing down on our body and our minds
Find myself dislocated, suspended in the same place throughout all these years
Lapse of time
Everything in some way or another has blurred together with the same black backdrop
We are disgruntled!
We are exhausted!
We are psychologically unsound!
We are ageing too fast!
The world is heating up in so many ways
Rapidly under pressures, ideas of being, completely displaced
Some, so it seems, have just given up
While others simply exchange tools for instruments of idle play
Either way! Instruments of idle play!
Either way! Just instruments of rapid decay!
You can’t argue with the tied-up knots in your throat
That feeling that some things just aren’t right
Like the wind blowing through the streets on such a quiet, vacant night
I can feel the silent, morose cries
As if belted out a thousand times in unison
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3. |
Making Sense Yet?
04:08
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Trying to come up true and pure of heart
Ingest what is a stimulus from a paradigm world
So often, nearly succeed, every time we must try that much harder
Rise up against all odds
Poke and prod at our minds, bodies, and hearts
All the time yearning for another fresh start
Look around this dilapidated environment we call home
Poverty, ill-will, and craziness and those that just can’t get enough
Gun battles in our back yards
Streetwalkers and those under the radar
Try to make it in a world brutally hard
Tales that have been regurgitated spit up time and time again
An allegory, people can’t see out
The powers that be see in
We are all on the deck of a ship that’s about to sink
Let us tread water and catch our last breath
Make a final toast of mercury poisons in our water
Ill to the last drink
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4. |
Anxiety
04:48
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Anxiety is an insurmountable weight on my chest
With no specific cause other then a city life filled with stress
Piles on and on, vile air reaches deep inside my lungs
Not sure why I can’t stop running about
Can’t bear the thought of being useless, engulfed by an omnipotent model of so-called healthy living
Struggle with myself to find and secure an acceptable niche
Meanwhile, miserable stoic souls continuously stagger about
I know deep inside I want to live a life
That is ephemeral and true
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5. |
Femicide
04:06
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