1. |
Idle Hands
03:12
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We are barefooted
The grass stiffens from the cold
Walking over a
Giving glass floor
I bet you know what I’m thinking
You seem to be losing your land
Finally fine with you leaving
You and your idle hands
Starts in your head
Flow is persistent
Disregards where you’ve been
Exasperated
Intimidate
Oh my, the folds in your face
So I sit here watching and waiting
For this dead air to change
My life is growing more stagnant
I'm burning away
My mindset seems antiquated
When will time rearrange?
Pieces that I once held so dearly
(define the line that divides fiction from finite)
Slight of hand
You're missing it
Slight of hand
You're missing it
Define the line that divides Fiction from finite
We drove round town
'Til we found out
The lights were off
The truth is found In hollow ground
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2. |
Chuck
02:39
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She complains
I don’t feel much like anything
She withers away
And yet I remain
Fixated on your entity
She asks if we can leave again
The vacancy in her face
The three of us escape
Sun our shade
I’d be okay if we died today
Why try to make a mess of all you're harboring inside?
The arsenal could sink
Here without your anchoring
The wayside
You'd better know I'll fall for now could we rewind?
Or even better yet
We could just fall asleep
And forget for now
How could you let me drown?
(you'll forget for now, you'll never hold this down, why so forgetful now?)
I guess I had my doubts
She complains
I don’t feel much like anything
She withers away
And yet I remain
Fixated on your entity
How could you let me drown?
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3. |
Bavon Rahill
02:52
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All night I stayed quiet around you
Somehow the volume of this room
Became too deafening for you
And I tried
To stay disguised around you
But I'll take credit for seeing through
Those ghosts you
You pursue
And nothings made this easier
Not this ground beneath my feet
Or this canvas in front of me
I never meant to breathe you in
I thought that you'd never leave
Home
Its my fault for not reading you
But your colors have bled through
What I shared with you:
Temporary truth
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4. |
Terra Firma
00:53
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This tiny earth
We shrink tinier
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5. |
Tiny Earth
02:23
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Hey!
I've got no reason for your company
No fucking reason to explore your world
Your words will not force me to
Talk about what's wrong with you
In light of our current state
Forgive me
If I hesitate
It haunts me
That one decision you made
Well if it keeps you close to
Shelter that binds you
What you’re confined to
You see nothing wrong
How are so sure
Each room you roam
They won’t contain your
All of your spoken names?
Drop them off
The shrunken face of
Your tiny earth
Shrunk tinier
You stay so low
Well who gave you your crown?
No I won’t know
Why you keep me so down
This is not your kingdom
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6. |
They Sit in Circles
03:47
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Can we just hang on
Focus on
Admire the majestry
No matter how close it seems
Its always out of my reach
And when the color in your face returns
We’ll search for other vessels
Continue the scourge
Dissociate from what
The eyes believe
A whisper of what was once an identity
The patterns of your skull
Become so guttural
You're a natural
Don’t try to make it all about me
Hold tight to new ideas surrounding
In time we phase out of reality
Enticed by flashing lights so proudly
I see your circular form
This is your learned behavior
A seraphic view
What you’re conditioned to
Habitual reaction to this
You’ll always do
What you’re conditioned to
(patterns all these patterns)
Patterns all these patterns
Entombment of my matter
All these Patterns
An ethereal cycle
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7. |
Foothills
01:53
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You will notice my
Hands outstretched so wide
Bend the walls
That constrain your mind
We've fallen down too far to climb
Mountains move
Each breath grows tighter with every step
Sunlight ahead
Think you can handle it
I will sit back
Sit still
And make it out of here after all
We will
Dispose of you
Move your foothills
Somewhere the sun cannot catch you
You will notice my
Hands stretched so wide
So bend the walls
The walls that constrain your mind
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8. |
Driveways
02:36
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Keep telling my brain to keep it down
You probably noticed it
Been a mess since I figured out
I’m already sick of it
While you're up could you keep it down
Not prepared for the opposite
Must be fun just to dance around
On all of my fingertips
Why do we always leave
The driveway with confidence?
Give our trust to the concrete
Keep telling my brain to keep it down
You probably noticed it
Been a mess since I figured out
I'm already sick of it
While you're up could you keep it down
Not prepared for the opposite
Must be fun just to dance around
On everybody's lips
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9. |
Anchorite
03:02
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So keep away now
You’re killing off my time
Your wristwatch ticks
As does mine
Stay quiet about how
I can’t have you know
How I long to ride alone
Isolated
Are these only Consequences of disposition?
With nowhere else to place the blame
We're casting it
We cast it on our traits
I am the only one
To deal with this outcome
I don't need anyone
Or anything
I am the only one
To deal with this outcome
Unaccompanied
An anchorite in my
Own respect
For how
This earth is dense enough
Without another feeding mouth
Hikikomori
If you're feeling warm inside
Now is the time to run
Stay quiet about how
My teeth still grind
Throughout this lifetime
Stay quiet about how
My head still aches
What makes this so commonplace?
I bet
I bet
(We set the pace of expedition)
I bet I die from this
(Vivacity, we're on a mission)
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10. |
South Paw
02:35
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So far we had gone
We needed more heart
Living on anger
Naive to how assured you are
Save up all of
Your gut reactions
And come down
From that rooftop
Pick yourself up
Off of the front lawn
It won’t take long
To swallow your tongue
As awful could crowd my
My mind for now
Pick yourself up
Off the floor
Shattered ego spilled out
Glass vases filled
With who we once were before
You’re almost home, kid
Must I always
Sweet talk you through this?
So far we had gone We needed more heart
Living on anger
Naive to how assured you are
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11. |
Gotta Go
02:57
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I guess there's no more point in making believe
You wear a thinning coat
Of positivity
I’m so ashamed of how
Much I’ve been blocking it out
And looking you up and down
I guess there no point in speaking
I listen deafly to
All of your soliloquies
So much guilt that I’ve found
Every time I let you down
Take it all back now
So where are the rules
And what are the degrees?
You fell submission to
I surrendered belief
When every square inch of your body is aching
I’m counting down each breath that leaves
Until you’re leaving
Each and every time I let you down
There’s so much guilt that I’ve found
I could be Fall
I can’t believe I watched you come apart
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12. |
Circadian
03:13
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Well I’m sick
of circumstantial speech
It’s all irrelevant
I’ll plot your point to find linear lines
Go ride along with your herd
I’m fine
Wake up
It’d take too long to fall asleep
Let go
Disregarding all the the things that you said
Still I know we’ll converse late ‘til dawn
And soon it all was gone
So run along and bag all of your bones
Your frame will never mend
The longest cascade ever known
You’ve won their hearts again
Fall from your throne
Your frame will never mend
The longest cascade that I’ve known
You’ll never know
How time can spend us and wear us on out.
You’ll hide behind your company
Can you feel this suffering?
Can you still feel something?
And when you’re at your end, you are only bones.
Thirst for heavy memories for them to hold
Empty every room of your cascading home
Every day it starts all over again
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