1. |
Muscle Memory
03:25
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Unreachable space between the future and past,
void of all senses and awareness.
Is its name the present?
How much more can my back take
so that I could finally learn to recognize
the essence of the moment?
Of the night and avoid the evenings,
the dread that the next day brings?
Is this pain's name the past?
The bitter smell of anxiety, the fear of the unknown.
Muscle memory that brings me to strive to believe that I still exist.
I can feel myself disappearing.
My body is the only reminder that we easily forget being alive
and that this moment is the only handed one.
This is the time, here and now!
Calm every tremble to the distant.
Unchangeable past,
recognize the golden crumb of every bitter breath,
before the flood comes and washes us away.
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2. |
Trail of Days
04:11
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This wall standing in front of me
keeps getting thicker and higher,
there is no drive in me to move it
or to color it
in the breathable shade of air.
Although it should be long gone,
I keep finding myself behind
and in front of it.
Can't see the path, that's good for me,
a trail of days filled with clear thoughts
to a given end.
A trail of days filled with purpose and meaning,
clear thoughts to a given end.
It’s all just the worst-case scenario
of facing my own growing pain with people with distorted expressions,
people condoling nothing but their own shackled legs.
And I go on barefooted
over the sharp slope of ice,
accepting everything
and if there’s a day
I’ll see to succeed at getting your smile
out of the darkness.
Day to give the scent
of meaning to each morning.
I would give it all
to wake up together
just two years back,
stop the time and run
towards sundown,
hinting the clear
new beginning.
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3. |
Ashes of Our Bodies
03:49
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It was hard to watch you forget
to open your eyes.
To see you give in smile to dawn,
another given morning.
As I stood there with hands tied,
witnessing the shadow giving you it’s distinct color.
Pulling the paper-thin whispers of eternal peacefulness over your eyes.
Memories guide me
through the day and the moments
of us remembering we are alive.
Yet again, I am at the beginning
of something new but with a well known,
feeling a part of me dying, patching up
another living forever.
Time is what I need to learn to live
on somebody else's script,
somebody else's selfish wishes.
Or it is sleep I need to cut,
shorten the time till the tidal wave chokes,
buries my last verse.
Gazing upon the stars,
swearing on the absence of death,
that each moment is forever.
As long as you hold your breath long enough.
Barely eight years ago we were praying for an end,
another exhale of salvation.
Today I pray for the day,
three souls dance upon the ashes of our bodies.
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4. |
It's Not Time to Go
02:41
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With the passing of days
all the distance walked towards the light,
turn into short and narrow path cut with roses.
A fragment of bucket full of unsightly moments,
fighting through the months.
I still feel the chains around my legs.
There’s no answer in opening my eyes
and giving me view of tomorrow.
To step into a new frame and accept
the strive towards.
Bitterness, gauzy clouds over us,
with such a heavy head and blurry eyes
I walk into tomorrow’s light.
I am learning not to grasp for much
and to accept the rage of the flood tearing me apart.
And everything is drawing to an end,
everything would seem to end.
If only I wasn’t a slave
to the never changing winds
holding my back.
Not letting me stay,
stay in the past.
Will the river drift away the sorrow
or get me used to the void where I always had you?
Don’t ask for my soul,
it’s not time to go.
Yet
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5. |
Overcoming the Silence
03:55
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Is there a way to bring it back?
Days serene and filled with joy?
Bring back the old impressions
over the backhanded smiles,
on the faces of made-up friends.
I just had to stop living each day
and look into myself,
find the one silent light to call my own
to call my own.
Alienated from your unscrupulous stares
the one to complete me, make me invisible.
Tired of feeling broken,
abandoned, wanted to believe
that nothing has changed,
that everyone will stay the same.
That the promise of parting hasn’t been laid down
Do you ever wonder what’s to become of us?
Are we both to leave victorious or are you
destined to sail on the winds of your own pride?
Where am I supposed to be until then?
Sifting through the ashes of being accepted?
My lungs full of clean air,
moment of clarity and overcoming of the silence.
Nothing’s going to stay the same,
this is the last time I pull the strings
to my own arms.
Laying the stepping stone of your security,
there is no end, we continue on
bounded by your games.
But with my arms no longer spread
no empathy or smiles, honesty...
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6. |
Barmy Army III
01:02
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