Тексты песен «Seneca»
Seneca - Almost Lovely, Almost Nothing
Myself disintegrated, everyone disintegrated, yet part of the scheme. How long must this exist, how long must it endure. It's nice to know there's still some debauchery going on. Call it what you want, it's your...
Seneca - And When The Time Goes
Words mean nothing. Stale air and a hollow heart. Words so played out. I am the epitome of self wallowing and mire. Go search go seek. Act like nothing is wrong, you know it tastes so good. I will stare at this forever,...
Seneca - Everything Is A Memory
I hate this town. Abandoned and alone. Where everything is a memory and everywhere smells of you. Safe haven for self annihilation. It is all simple damnation when the sky rains nails. Stripped and meek, so...
Seneca - Forgive And Forget
Love is bigger than one could ever imagine. All I can taste is my dearest's skin. All I can hear is her voice over and over again. I feel as if light falls from her eyes and all I can feel are her lips to mine. Subtle...
Seneca - How To Crack A Safe
I am writing this for you, so don't say I never cared, or never showed heart. Here it is. Busy catching bricks with my teeth. Distorted newspapers talk and tell of our death. White piano keys trudge on. You'll open up...
Seneca - Paint The Scene
These holes lie buried inside, in wait for you to fall through soon. Living for tomorrow is absurd when each days presence is such a hard task. I will not be torn down. I will not be blown away. Thanks for readmittance,...
Seneca - Progress Or A Lack Thereof
For now, just for old times sake, I need you in my arms. Now the victor is the victim, and failure takes it place. Could this hierarchy ever fall. Could this thirst be quenched. My fingers can't move fast enough to...
Seneca - Sending Home Photos Of Myself
As she walked into the room, flashbacks are blinding. Remembering the nights, acknowledging the days, I died for you. No names will be protected, for there are no innocent. Rise and shine. You'll rise and you'll shine...
Seneca - The Best Theory A Human Being Has Ever Devised
You need to be more careful with your hands. These are the days when skies resume, their old deceptive reasonings of june. A blue and gold mistake. Now thirteen scars mark your wrist. Lets focus on the theory. Magnetic...
Seneca - The Wealthy Dead
Looking at myself, looking at you. You are, are you. Familiarity or necessity. Confusion is a misty grayness, something like the darkness. Solid to the seam. Positive things lie in the shadow of rain. Forever trapped...