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Waving Palms
02:19
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Walking barefoot
Mud forms my foot prints
Cold and permanent
My path grows long
Outstretching over my head
Is the bark that nurtures me
Touching their green leaves
Is the night of eternity
Inside it's fog of darkness
I flee to set myself free
I swear and make an oath
Never to return to this vicinity
Waving palms, final words
Departures promise to this world
Fingerprint and hand creases
That speak the words of a wanderer
As they wave
Renounced and Refused
My presence is misused
I use these words as
Final glances at these doors
The ones confined to numbers
Made of bitterness and distrust
I will never let my hands grasp
Your handles made of broken promises
Waving Palms
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2. |
Cogiation
04:23
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Self contained movement
Vicious travels ahead
Direction blind
Graves are breathing
Their mouths are filled with bodies
Heaving arms and legs
Through their tombstone teeth
They read off my name
Tree legs rooted and standing
Behind these helpless tombs
Are the watchmen of these pathways
That look up at me feet
Muddy eyes stare up at my toes
Planning to consume me
As they blink
Eyelids filled with soil cry
These being that join me
walk lonely and bare
Without tapestries
their fur and flesh exposed
As the stream flows long and down
I think of the joining of me and the ground
What will my wall of remembrance read?
I throw one last rock as I leave
Rock enters river as I leave
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3. |
Medicine Man
03:12
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Freedom is an anxious wait
Thresholds block my only gates
Shivering in stale air
The frost bite reminds me it's unfair
Inhale instinct's breath
Lungs ache I await for death
I hold my hands to grasp the moon
Leaving the sky with no room
No expansion, no growth
Just like this worlds left me alone
Hands cupped around the throat
I plan never to let go
Give me my air back
The moon, this sky is still in my eyes
My only friend. Is there anything left?
Are graves my only place look?
When I look back at what this world has took
I am sick, Medicine man. What do I have left?
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4. |
Fervor Vigor
02:40
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My hands chalked and blistered
Warmth, your voice is merely a whisper
Splintered desperation pricking my hands
Coarse wounds given to me by the land
Fervor Vigor
Final spark journey embarked
Now begins the final steps
Towards survival
Burn now.
Frustration in my hands
Veins pump blood that’s dry
Night closes her merciless eyes
No time left to blink
Combust burn now
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5. |
Sky Trapped
03:45
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Cave walls at my sides
I feel their calling to my life
A storm has risen in the sky
It's screams are heard over mine
Thunderous boasting of herself
With her compassion upon me
And no one else
Rain falls, heavy and steady
Taking me before I'm ready
Breaking my concentration and it's levy
Mother don't forsaken me
I know it seems I've failed
But it's not all bland and pale
My screams show I entail to survive
Clear skies, trustworthy clouds
Accompany me to push over this whole earth
Precipitation persist to move
Clear skies, trustworthy clouds
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6. |
Trails
03:54
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Are you hesitant of letting me in?
I've observed your stars for all these years.
You told me that you can't cradle again.
No affection to give the undeserving.
I ask you for your arms, your thunder.
You stroke my hair and rain your tears.
Confessing "There's nothing left
When I think of the last one
All I can remember is my kiss
upon his cold forehead".
I recall your poor down fall
how your sky was flooded with grey
And through my mistakes and marks
I've wounded your land leaving blood
And scars upon your pastures
But with this last trail of promises
Let me walk you, and feel you
Lend me your breeze and beauty
Let me feel as the first man on earth did
Mesmerized and enchanted
By the purity of your form and figure
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