Hush! (demo7) (Patreon)

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art by stereoflier

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LYRICS:

An abandoned lilac’s pedals dissolve, endeavouring murky fibers torn by a churning oceanSaints will turn to sinners, and sinners to apologists once the cash has driedHush  now and forever disturb the peaces of your life, sew together, sow  through any weather, and reap on a harvest moon so red that both hooves  are clean againA cacophony disembodied, disavowed, and vacant dies  in your abstinence, whispers at your doorstep that forgot the shouts of  the paper boy, extraFeel free to smile, aren’t you tired, you’ve already a mouth full of wormsHush now! Engendered your rest in a wildfire in your hometownWould every battle still and every petal set, life’s colours dull into a coma, nobody weepsThere’s a stagnant nescience served on every street corner, but to the humbled with one request met by a sentence to the pleaPhotograph the hoofprints by the ashes, redefine and reconcile the pain through paintingThe  whore’s found a new position, the old angler reels a new technique, a  bravest strike to the easel covers red the walls of a finely furnished  home, teaching a new dog new tricksCount to four, it’s been done before, say it with your own voiceWhat are you afraid ofComfort’s commanded a sinister sleaze, a spell broken by breaking the rulesHush now, until you’ve something to sayHush now, you feign benignly, indulge stagnation; a sickly, cyclical, sinister, abominationCarve  in blood an oath to no promise, no compromise, no push, no pull, no  ebb, no flow, to enjoy solace in the stillness of the stale airAre you fucking happy?Why are you fucking smiling?Is this all you’ve ever wanted?It’s me, it’s meYour shadowWould they miss you dearly, as I grow in your spotlightWould  your visage outshine the penumbra cast in your glorious moments, how  your standing ovation stands no notion or notice in the slowing of  motion to motiveAre you the sum of all which the light graces, or will you be valued by the outlines you leaveThis  creek that swayed as always in all ways, now halts at your dismal  presence; the life at its outer edges die in a plastic hushNo babble to Babel, one ill fate can topple the most still of all thingsHush now, and let the flowers wilt wistfully beneath your step

xRestlessTreacherousYour heartLies

NothingLivesBound toFate