If a man could sing his own song before he dies
He’d never finish
There is no escape from the doom we must endure
Though sorrow and I are familiar strangers
I’ll bear the worst
Lost
Between this mortal shell
And somewhere out of reach
A glance uncertain eyes
Fail to follow free
The planets spiral on
Without a cause and when
The core has hollowed out
The darkness blanket
All things woven now
Thrown into havoc
Genetic flaws
Sewn into the fabric
In love, powered on pure presence
Out of anger, driven by blind vengeance
In dreams, built into the mind’s focus
In motion, fixed along the arrow’s current
Found
Under lock and key
The antidote hath spilled
From the fountainhead
Of endless life instead
We tremble in the wake
Of what we claim to know
As creation lain
All things now
Thrown into havoc
Genetic flaws
Sewn into the fabric
Time passes as night blossoms
And closes gently the yellowed pages of our doom
Doused generously in inevitability
credits
from FORMS [side A],
released November 13, 2020
BWG - kit, mix, synth
DJK - bass, vox
GPV - guitar, vox