Worship the light and abide by the storm
Unaware of the blight you aspire to norms corrupt with scorn
As they morph us too tight we divide and conform
The gods laud their creation contrived into form
Struggles turn to twitches, screams turn to groans
Pain turns to riches, it's not what we own work to the bone
Sew the soul's wound with stitches and reap what is sown
With unrelenting conviction beyond what is known
The gods laud aberrations contrived into form
We are aberrations contrived into form
Corrupted
Our cowardice leaves us to wither in torment
When nothing is sacred
If intentions are pure
then what do we fight for
Extensions of systems corrupt,
twisting and constricting us
Through tricks of the tongue and spiritual fiction
we are addicted
we are constricted
Suicide is no violation of our duty to god
to working a plan
It's not ours, it's not theirs
not anyone's to share
but movements guided by the shadow hand
Salvation assumes you are worthless
Salvation assumes you are shit
In a world of opposites magnetic poles reverse
It's all an illusion,
God's not in the church
It lurks in the darkness packed in the earth
Salvation assumes you are worthless
but something makes us pure
I, made of stars, rectify the dark though
the holy and the good lay forever (ever) apart
Time discloses being nothing more
Cope in disarray
Witness as the winds of change endure until your grave
credits
from The Era of Famine EP,
released January 5, 2016
Music N. Luck & Skyless Aeons
Lyrics N. Ferreira
supported by 5 fans who also own “Contrived Into Form”
A beautiful journey from start to finish, with perfectly placed moments of gentility amidst the rhythmic intrigue and blast beats of their guest drummer. jsteadmanfan
supported by 5 fans who also own “Contrived Into Form”
Exquisite harmonies resonate profoundly! Such a resounding melody, finely woven. The shadows intricately entwine with the mellifluous riffs, crafting a sublime symphony of darkness and bliss. jayakody