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lyrics
A precious vision, caught between dividing eyes
That separate the just from the wicked
I guess, I haven't been the only one without
A lonely specter of sweet sorrow
In the wombs of the virgin
Lest the city sleeps in the fetus of modernity
I guess, I haven't been able to drink it all away
The eyes of the gate
Watch me as I stare at the sidewalk
In the urban forest, of which I walk, head down
In a trance-like, monotonous state of confusion
Denying that they are there for my protection
Is like denying God
But who are you to judge me?
But who are you to worry about my suffering?
There is a hole in the world that keeps us tied together
The fascists, the leftists, the anarchists and the precious
People who I daresay I envy
Their apathy to the progress
Has left me with wounds
Wounds that will never be carved again
The eyes of the gate
Watch me as I stare at the sidewalk
In the urban forest, of which I walk, head down
In a trance-like, monotonous state of confusion
Denying that they are there for my protection
Is like denying God
But who are you to judge me?
But who are you to worry about my suffering?
credits
from Death Meditations,
released April 1, 2016
Featuring The Last Surrealist - Vocals
This 26-track compilation of jittery electronic music & folk-inspired compositions is a brief history of the label A Future Without. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 18, 2018