Тексты песен «Young Livers»

Inevitable and blatant allure contained in our realm, A degradation sees us subside. Singled out, rest assured, for these changes assimilate for become obscure. Lack of integration removed from ours, as we stray afar...

Innate submission, supplied for attraction, as lines are to form. Only to bury and dilute this all. And as it thickens by the moment until the crest in lust, control until arrest. Into remission, some heart of this...

As it pours now in from a past, I can attest to the rapport of we recall In awkward exchange if at your best and what we would call an ideal beyond us now But what was the reason? And as we churn to writhe and wallow...

We have tried lay them to rest we contort and hang them from their tines. Inject these lines with absolution. Constrict and contrive as to derive that it's a sure bleed out, in hopes of reaction. Inward, replace and...

It doesn't take these graceful feats to restrain these thirsts, But I am dry of lust and haste and indifference. O' this undying thirst is corrosive. My trust falls on liars words. Please fix these hands these walls...

Goodbye you bastard. Good luck motherfucker. It was out of the water And I wished I had drowned. And it's the greatest mistake. Wounds neatly placed. I lacked steady hands Not injuries. I read on scraps of paper,...

Goodbye you bastard. Good luck motherfucker. It was out of the water And I wished I had drowned. And it's the greatest mistake. Wounds neatly placed. I lacked steady hands Not injuries. I read on scraps of paper,...

I wish these were the first words that I heard, "Welcome in dear stranger," But the red ran fast of their hands. Slight of hand receive/emit the coarse And timely candor. With forked tongues and unkind eyes. It wastes...

Assembled with these black tongues lashing contract and expand As it courses through their veins watch them erase Watch them erode writhing in some loss of control. In a sway of their own rhythm to yearn in their lull...

Breathless, gasping as the days are swallowed. Rundown and followed by the indecisive. Intact are these staggered letters, haunting. None of them ever teeming with desire. Left trying to find a few more chances. With...

It drives us from our path and suffocates As we are gnashing teeth into the arms that press us down. We try to recourse, redirect before we are run into the ground. But it tears at our limbs as we breathe the disease...

The faces we have worn adrift the seas of acquaintance. The lies we can't control, smiling as we sink to the bottom. Tongue tied, we retrace the lines and cross we create. What's one, what's one more? The viscous ties...

Wince at thoughts of these half cocked expressions, As these are the sums of our years of warily waking. Tried and true is the waste in investments. Our eyes need to feed but our head see's a difference. Turning aside...

Air pierced in the lungs in sordid sums of endless tries, Too dire is this to unwrite Sunk in to a breath that dell short with these kindred ties Desire withered to the bone And bore through unrest inertia forced...

At it's core insincere, Comes close but not to touch. An obligation to deform. And we were warned and in our own reaction, Tied now to this push. Martyrs to no cause. Our direction not to follow. It's some sensory...

Listless and observing. Flicker and await. Is this all that soothes them? Watch in scorn. What's in these words, Exchanged without comprehension? It's settled in The unsettling. Disregard of compassion. The ways they...

In the direction of the blood that runs from a fresh cut throat, we run down. From the perspective of a dead man's eyes staring up at dead men walking tall. We face up to look down. We breathe out just to hear something...

This admiration inspired by the wicked, From the blood of the lonely and their closest closet. Closest outed outrage... Guilt, guided, guilty, guided Coming from a heart disgusted by the ironic Plagued by obscenities...

It's veiled now in our patience It's kindled in remorse Failed as we have become what we loathe. The unrest is our patience, It's withered to the core. Fain into this squalor and agitation, it's where we rove. It's...

What can you sacrifice? Without dilution Of introspect, integrity and call it all your own. A unique identity. An inane obscenity To formulate a work with such little knowledge of the world. Self indulgent and...