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Neuroincoherence
07:03
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Collapsing, my fears confiding in me
A greater danger accosting my existence
I bemoan, my own thoughts are what fervour me
There’s no escape, there’s only hiding
A numb divide between myself and what’s there
Decrepit from my efforts to divert foreordained damnation
Cognizance wreaks havoc
Though shielded it will not repel
And through all, I find myself wasting
Hoping for a new awakening
But wishing I was insensate
Never to feel sentiment again
I can’t endure my own sickness
It’s all too much for me
I writhe in agony on the ground
Such anguish has thwart my sufficiency
In this mind dwells deep contempt and hatred
To its own it cannot be trusted
The darkest hands are reaching into me
Pillaged, my innocence is fleeting
I have been tarnished
The pull of such sorrow bares strength beyond my will
Bounds of fortuity struck down before their time
I won’t fight this
I know I cannot win
There’s no chance of beating what I can’t see
I am transparent
This is not my own being
This is all that I am
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Anatidae
04:06
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Visceral trounce – imperceptible forces pull at me
An attraction so unruly
This disfigurement will not relent
Hurling, burning, my blood is churning inside my brain
Inert’s my spine
Cold air turns warm through my capillaries and veins
Speeding through vacant space my vision dissipates
The sound of flesh searing is soon drowned out by the hollow calls of every orifice failing
Collapsing under unseen forces
To my surprise I see light before me
Drawing me closer, its awe’s inconceivable
Colours refracting through my anguish and despair
Illustrating images of new hope and anticipation
A gallery that is my mind
Reborn
Regathered
Transported alive
A cool wave washes over my body
My flesh’s restored
My pain’s receded
A new horizon at my gaze
Beyond my body, my old self’s grave
Silent air, such clarity
Trace my veins like constellations through the night
The beauty bestowed upon my eyes slowly becomes a part of me
I am the night
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Songbird
04:37
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Hold back just this once
Take in what’s before you
Understand what’s here is only temporary
Have you never seen the cracks?
The unexplainable inconsistencies?
They’re everywhere
Underneath our noses, in front of our eyes
These walls are apparitions
The ground beneath us is a dream
Phantom constants glide behind us
Poking fun at our ignorance
Sinking into the seam
Unwoken to the skin near
Set fire to the tide
You’re just a puppeteer
Wait on in vain
Fear from the same again
There is more to life than just what we can see
We just can’t see it yet
We’re blinded by our doctrines
There are branches reaching through us their flowers blooming
In the mist we’re gathering to meet our own passing
We are givers, we are takers; we are everything
We give and we take life
We create and support it
But all we’re concerned about is the quality of our own existence
Our bonds spread further than our reach
Our shape is merely where atoms fall
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