CAVE IN LYRICS

1. Moral Eclipse

Yellow turns this courage badge
Into a valentinal trash.
These are the crushes meant to crush you.
The contact was dry,
But exasperating like a teething smile.
Pulse by pulse,
I honor wet weather to myself into her hands,
And for an angel even she knew it well
When my drool dropped past her lips.
A dead man floating
Is one in a forgetful moment.
She saw it haunted in my eyes
When finally they opened,
Coughing up blood like throat.
No, lover let go of my neck.
We knew together that every crack in the wall
Is a step towards release of the lascivious waters
I no longer wade through.

2. Terminal Deity

Something is slowing me down.
It makes its way through my arms,
And through these fatigued worn fingers
In fury-fevered lashings of the claw.
I somehow manage to gain the strength it takes
To emit its evils onto the page.
Blood-soaked desperate one-sided attempts
Into the chill of all words.
Let the sloth be told of horrid torment,
To watch him plagued in thought for all of our years.
In every time a star of hope is shining its regards
As a sparkle of vain mockery,
In these pained attempts of self-alleviation.
To convert from the monster.

3. Juggernaut

Old places fade hard, and no matter how long
You row upstream, the water still makes waves
That carry the rest of us away.

You are what you weep,
From your head down to the sleet.
Fell, tripped up the stairs to the place
Void in all hints of home.
Watch with your heart, run with your gut,
Ever so careful not to lose
The fragile beauties of motivation.
A whir of warning winds signal me back to birth.

Watch with your heart, run with your gut,
Ever so careful not to lose your mold.
They laughed to all the intrusive music,
They danced hard enough
To wake from a non fiction-based nap,
They killed me
When I couldn't be a source of entertainment,
Strung like a puppet to every degree of debt
In social contribution by the migraine.
Our fight keeps using a voice
That needs rekindling.
I promised wet weather to myself
From the moment I set foot into my own autopsy.
Past all the shimmer,
Beyond the urine-stenched conglomerates
Of those without a set of eyes
To make contact with.

There is but the utter of all necessaries,
Pushing ones that brimming light
Through the dregs of apartment life,
A necessity that
Leaves me short of breath in the end.
Watch with your heart, run with your gut.
Primate winds blow me back to old bloodstreams.

4. The End Of Our Rope Is A Noose

Goodbye to his starving concrete male lows.
Resign all need for bargaining with an open door
To a closet full of all the things he wrote as a kid,
I can't believe what it did.
Whole arachnid-eyed spinnerets form:
The motive slips,
The bugs become the end, they eat you.
Glued by the palms
To a dinner plate-passive meat.
Shrewd likeness arms him like a runaway,
Rampant glories
Nothing short of a forced-drum drama vibe
Wished goodbye.

The knot that never comes untied
Leaves feelings I know someone else has lied
About who you are and what you know.
The whitest lies are blinding snows,
Eyed in the mockery of his prey.
Fevered company
With an array of wretched-looking
Sister faces,
Breathing the air of scare and tyranny.

He hunched right over, for me to use his back
And write out the eviction
Notice from my heart:
No remorse, the I's were
Dotted with poignant stabs.
All the things that I wrote as a kid,
I can't believe what it did to you.

The knot that never comes untied
Leaves feelings I know someone else has lied
About who you are and what you know.
The whitest lies are blinding snows,
Eyed in the mockery of his prey.
Fevered company
With an array of wretched-looking
Sister faces,
Breathing the air of scare and tyranny.

Low and behold, the end of our rope is a noose.
I chased him right back into eternal peace
And sealed that closet door.

5. Segue 1

[Instrumental]

6. Until Your Heart Stops

A parasite that lost its appetite
With what he calls his own
Being yours to clean for.
Walk with a weapon and fight just to see
What draws the line
Between the now and yesterday.

Scenes from the past
Being premonitions all too real.
We dwell like antique paintings older every day,
Until a thief steals you from the wall
In the shadows of creative eclipses.
I've noticed your handwriting improve
Over the years,
Though sometimes I can still smell shit in the ink.

I can't clean this stain of a little boy,
And sadly I am trapped in here for good.
Locked my door and read these cryptic pieces
A hundred-thousand times more.
For every sundown that crutches the awake,
Simmering the need of peace and lightly seasoning
Our bodies back to bed.

Aimless is the mind on porcelain pillows.
And we dwell like antique paintings,
Older every day.

7. Segue 2

[Instrumental]

8. Halo Of Flies

Reality rose like the sun,
And still I slept through it:
I can always witness it another morning...
The thoughts like these
Are cemented in procrastination.
Now this part of 'she' is liquid form
Somewhere on the floor,
As a self-defiant need for a cure.

Diagnosed to emerge and roam away
From roads as thick as foam.
You wish to burn the candles
That quietly service the arm.

Another day with the shades pulled down
Until the swallow returns her to sleep.
A father knocks on the silent door
While this part of 'she'
Has become an inferno shame,
Louder than we expect from such silent candles
Not so secret anymore.

Now the eyes of my eyes have opened.
Now the eyes of my ears cling dear.
Never let the swallow return you back to sleep.
The smell of wounds have left you bug-bitten Here, and again
I know reality shall rise tomorrow.
This time I hope to be awake,
For I cannot postpone another morning.
Never let the swallow return you to sleep.

9. Bottom Feeder

Long walks with my temper
Take me down a dead end street
In contemplation;
Where do we start at the end?
Before I could collect myself,
I'm vacuumed in by a figure's armspread
With fiery gasps of iron-air,
Cornered in my circle of friends.
Won't he speak to you?

Emptied on the floor
Were the shells of my defenses,
Placing in his own
Bullets of condescendence.
Those people shafted me
Of my social weaponry.

10. Segue 3

[Instrumental]

11. Ebola

All relaxed with nails bit to the quick
While golden was the silence,
Like foam filling the mouth of the exempt.
The burdened saw the damage,
Absorbed with our legs lost to heated-white lies.
We remain to pull its frame
From the ashen wreck of anxiety,
Blown to conspicuous borrowed attacks.
We've got the nerve to live so low like this,
With nails bit to the quick
And teething blood so warm.

The man who keeps
Sewing needles between his teeth
Prefabricates every spoken word,
With no weapons to lay in front of me.
Robbed of my skills in social weaponry, robbed.
Impending was the omen,
No choice but to sever dead skin.
You reap what you sow
To degrees you'll never know.

12. Controlled Mayhem Then Erupts

This moon was a planet just like earth,
Only it is even deader.
The pistols of its flowers are the only protection
Against insects, which were
More preoccupied with the
Half-rotted inhabitants soiled to the brim
Under their own garments.
History tells us of their blood
Flowing down one leg and up the other.
Memories insoluble to their conscience,
Memories outside themselves in a twisted prank
Played upon them by dogs
Tired of chasing their food.

Thin oxygen curves their posture substantially.
Flashes of their purpose
Stripped to skeletal ornaments
Of meat and resin from animal marks
Flicker over the loudscreen.
Machines hum quietly in the distance.
A few naive inhabitants wander
Foolishly after sundown
In search of black spots,
But no one leaves this moon carefree of memory.
Survivors often match their hands upward
Towards greater satellites,
Wronged in the eyes by a million miles
And a million more bodies to sift through.

The smaller creatures have the secret
To pinning us down to the dirt:
When they breathe, they inspire.
When we breathe, we expire.





CAVE IN LYRICS