LONGFULNESS LYRICS

1. Lamentations In Nourishment

To discover my own solitude in the indifference of others, to draw a portrait of sightless insight
Just an intoxicated insomnia of a life untold

I long for the nostalgic echo of my silent screams denied,
In the comforting nothingness of my subconscious delirium only a bate;
To the hook of my nightmare awake, in a posture of solitude:
For the passing fragile consumed laughter end… Lamentations in nourishment

2. Restlessness

Dreams reflect what reality lacks, an initiative to do the desired
But sometimes dreams reflect on the inner-darkness,
A void buried in a river of you
(So I’ll)
Find solace in tears un-poured in thy self, fears of dreams that haunt my spirit … (Diminishes in the comfort of her sweetest embrace), a sole hope in the blackest of the skies dawned. Only to find;
That “her” is only an echo of my silent screams… denied
Restlessness…

3. Forever Endeavour

"In an act of self-mutilation, onto his own body. In the writing, he…. is already in the tomb that his memoirs represent."
Forever endeavour… for just a yearning moment of an embrace

I remain a virgin in nostalgia of threats of rape…
The un-loved by the subconscious delirium of hope
The un-social norm of imprisonment of social conduct
The random mind by an unbreakable chain of notice
The silent dweller in my trust of my own idealism, only inhumanly human
To me and those around me, the mitigated of a heart remain (I’m only an echo)
I'm a man who accepts the dark side of human nature
And for all my endeavors to the never-ending-scream
Of cynicism's tale, only untold ( a mere echo)
[0:30 till the end of the intro]

"In an act of self-mutilation, onto his own body. In the writing, he…. is already in the tomb that his memoirs represent."
Forever endeavour…

4. A Portrait Of Forgetfulness

[Instrumental]

5. Disillusionment

Dive in a pool of silence where the muscles stop, eyes close and a mere feeling of light. Then inhale the air into a prayer…
To do something that the mind cannot anticipate, negatively;
But humanely correct in its essence…
Where instead of dreaming of an alternative reality, I’ll make mine…
To sleep into an ease of mind, emptiness of heart and longfulness of thee…
To bury all the un-fulfilled desire s into the well on which the human heart screams in agony…
For tomorrow only lies an orbit, to take me back to a dream I refuse to finish
Atmosphere falls upon me like rain on an Ice-mold that is my life,
To dissolve into an angel behind a coat of snowy restlessness divine
Disillusionment…

6. My Own Vision Of Paradise

Bury the dead (right sided) as a symbol of acceptance in paradise. Devour sorrow with a distorted vision of heaven and oblivion that is the end
Let’s dream of oblivion, maybe it gives some sensation that life is ours to behold. But only in mirrors of desolation's unknown speech
In desolation we try to understand sadness in a melody of despair, where the noble quest of its spirit is only known at the end
Where we can only see the distant light of the notes; presenting comfort for a moment, a brief moment of realization

In accepting struggle as a part of the journey in an aura of self-actualization, we can visualize the end of the beginning
In longfulness we must remember lust and past misery. We must climb the mountain so we can ride it down “William Faulkner

The ability to sing in minor notes with such depth that enables a major smile of relief, is the bottom of a paradise’s essence… so we run while we sing in an abstract picture from a dream I yearn to exist

The very first action taken by a child in order to breathe in life is to weep; a concept that makes joy an extension of lament and paradise an extension of misery.

7. Simple Unpretentious Elegance Of Solitude...

For life is nothing but a reflection of solitude’s end, giving purpose to a hope and an isolated light in an abyss of ignorance”
For a brief moment we must fly into a dream to fall deep into our subconscious, glimpsing for a yearning soul alike
For hearts that are united through the medium of sorrow will not be separated by the glory of happiness”
But do not mourn the search for nothing, in accepting silence it slowly becomes a part of the speech. “But is silence more painful than death?”

“I believed death to be a phenomenon of the body. Now I know it to be merely a function of the mind"

To study to the order of things to try to understand/grasp their innermost essence, for I’m only the ignorant to my own oblivion
Simple
Unpretentious
Elegance
Of solitude
Of solitude
A caterpillar can only turn into a beautiful flying butterfly, when it locks itself in a cocoon of utmost solitude.
Inhumanly human







LONGFULNESS LYRICS