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Shadowcaster
02:12
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if we’re our own clay to mold/ why do things make so much sense/ all this talking is simple/ too much talking can cripple/ I think I feel more than I see that your concerns can’t concern me/ fuck your steeple chasing/ it’s all so simple but still unclear/ you’ve got to sift through the filler and tear through the filters/ if one thought ran do not give chase/ there’s no sense pursuing/ there’s no grasp at this pace/ most times the hard things are so simple/ it’s better to only care a little
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Defeated
02:06
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you sway and slant your speech to justify your means/ it makes more sense you wish it didn’t have to /restrain thought like a pundit on stage /do the means justify the slant you’re aiming to? no never/ try to forget the issues that plague you/ so obvious implications don’t phase you
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God Botherer
02:14
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take your cares and let them shatter/ here in this space nothing matters/ we’re all essentially alone/ try to leave myself a blank slate/restrain this body let the mind indulge/ you’re trying to catch something you shouldn’t/ still there’s no answer/ I’ll probably never catch a fucking answer/ no/ these vessels were never meant to know/ your empty thoughts can never grow
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Benevolence
02:25
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fixtures played as answers breeds hope/ slow/ through this canvas of emotion we cope/ it bleeds out truths to know/ but the engine’s worn out/ self-loathed/ we reap the slanders we sow/ is this trying for something/ or nothing at all/ ask one’s self on speculative ground/ I’d rather sit and stare/ something in that gleam tells me there’s more than we thought was there
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Phrases & Logos
03:19
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a night of confessions to make me choke/ well I’ll walk home then/ another night reading the notes you wrote/ but they’re not true so I let my feelings bleed out/ not gonna bring back ties to ease the pain/ I’d rather cut all ties and leave it up to fate/ okay/ sometimes things are better off this way/ I don’t need an answer either way/ I’ll brush off these scars and ignore the pain
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Untitled
02:19
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cracked my consciousness to see/ that what I’m after is me/ everything is right/ while everything is wrong/ the thought of being is what keeps this soul on/ as I look through this thick haze/ clouding me/ there’s no time or history/ just me/ pried out my mind to see/ it’s the thought of being that keeps this soul on/ the thought of being is what keeps this soul on
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Makeshift Cities
01:06
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let your guard down/ I know the path I’ve paved/ is gonna crack some day/ I’m digging nail to skin/ to get a sense of what pain is/ can you tell me if this is taking too long/ my mind’s not right and this feeling’s gone/ nobody has to know/ it’s cold by my side/ as we sit beneath black skies/ exchange words until twilight/ ‘til we go home
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Black Books
02:39
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the roads that lead to water/ are the roads that lead us home/ and I’m always waiting for another/ and I’m always waiting to get home/ wasteful/ useless/ your words start it all/ and I’m always waiting for another/ and I’m always waiting to get home/ breathe soft/ breathe slow/ thoughts in double time/ abrasive walls in well kept rooms/ see the movements as you listen
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Creature Comforts
02:35
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constrained by tight grip as follows/ I’ll follow/ I hope a shred of self can still maintain/ it treads in everyone/ composed of everything/ it’s something cold/ does isolation lend to decay/ stay sound/ mental facilities/ extend extremities/ contorted imageries/ try to take the reins along the way/ so cold
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Unapproachable
02:53
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not that I never care/ I just care too much/ empathy and exhaustion/ I see these blind eyes that pry on me/ I just want to be alone/ lose your faith/ take a leap/ fuck with fate /yeah/ sleep/ should I never care/ or should I always care/ is it one in the same
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