1. |
Permanence
03:49
|
|||
I wanted permanence
I was not wrong to want it.
I spent a great deal of time in the forest
chewing off my legs and limping
you might recognize my silhouette
it wasn’t even desperation
I wasn’t trapped
I haven’t quite
discovered what
I’m doing yet
hatefulness, I wonder
how you came to me
(so easily)
I wanted permanence
I was not wrong to want it.
|
||||
2. |
||||
I was hoping I would settle down
there’s peace to be made, hypothetically
I was hoping I would settle down
the fury in my fingers feels like power
and if you knew me
I wouldn’t want to be powerful
I wouldn’t want to be powerful
I can feel it like a charge
hanging in the air
and it stands to reason
not going anywhere
I feel it in the blood
that’s rushing to my head
And if it’s taking over
It cannot be that bad, can it?
Can it be that bad?
Can it be that bad?
I was hoping I could settle down
there’s people to please, they’re focusing on me
I was hoping I would settle down
Holding their attention feels like power
and if you knew me
I wouldn’t want to be powerful
I wouldn’t want to be powerful
|
||||
3. |
Wilderness
03:45
|
|||
I was in the wilderness
not taking care of myself
no, I am not taking messages
I have built a machine that built a machine
that pulls the cowardice
straight from your mouth
and if what is true is out here
it was never found
by inexperienced hands digging in the ground
I was in the wilderness
not taking care of myself
no, I am not checking messages
Nothing much is out there
I was in the wilderness
not taking care of myself
you can die from exposure, you know?
I have built a machine that built a machine
that pulls the callouses straight from your hands
and if they there were there from digging
for some bitter truth, well ain’t that too bad?
I was in the wilderness
not taking care of myself
no, I am not checking messages
Nothing much is out there
|
||||
4. |
||||
5. |
||||
6. |
||||
7. |
||||
The night cast its ballot and I lost
treading through the permafrost
on the endless grey
putting pennies in the slot
and calling time of death
on a reckless day
if I were a wise and ancient beast
could I lay claim to be anything
or be a menace to be slain?
The truth evades my lips
crashes through my fingertips
lands on the frozen ground
desire is all for naught
checking hours and drawing lots
see the good intentions out
if I emerged from the sea
would I have learned something
or would I cough my lungs out?
Once I wrote
a treaty to the encroaching cold
word by word
fragmented and hardly ever heard
Shaking, signed my name
addressed the errors that remained
I was almost brave
self-inflicted war
let the opposition learn
what the bargain’s for
if I built a terrible machine
would it make a terror out of me?
I can’t see any other way
No, I wouldn’t want to be powerful
|
Streaming and Download help
If you like WOE.BEGONE, you may also like:
Bandcamp Daily your guide to the world of Bandcamp