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Stalemate
03:52
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subtle as a ghost
you surround the very space I’m in
determine the shape I’m in
and I’m faced with
a sudden scare
it’s everywhere
subtle as a ghost
you derange this maze I’m in
agitate this race I’m in
and I’m faced with
a sudden scare
it’s everywhere
as roads collide and I with them
madness manifests itself
though I feel alive for an instant
numbness is closing in
I wear the marks of this feeling
I wear the marks of this feeling
and I’ll bear it
an abandoned car radio cries
my soul is in pretty good shape and so am I
as roads collide and I with them
madness manifests itself
though I feel alive for an instant
numbness is closing in
I wear the marks of this feeling
I wear the marks of this feeling
and I’ll bear it
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2. |
Got A Light
05:20
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in this blank night I’ll see their blank faces
mutating into something that’s even less
they drain the city, dry the pools of consciousness
they drain the city, dry the pools of consciousness
how are you feeling? good
how are you feeling? good
and the conversation rises
and then slowly fades into silence
how are you feeling? good
how are you feeling? good
I want to sleep
and everything seems less like itself
and more like everything else
there was never meant to be clarity
there was never meant to be clarity
how are you feeling? good
I’m not losing it all the time
how are you feeling good?
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3. |
Alone
03:56
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in one second
it becomes a still life
shutting in and shutting out
and I know
I’m racing myself
to the point of no return
they move so slowly when they’re not afraid
and I just keep moving at a different rate
it’s a kind of stillness, I can’t relate
they move so slowly when they’re not afraid
I’m outside
I’m out of sight
shutting in and shutting out
and I know
I’m racing myself
to the point of no return
they move so slowly when they’re not afraid
and I just keep moving at a different rate
it’s a kind of stillness, I can’t relate
they move so slowly when they’re not afraid
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4. |
Skin
04:20
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everything drifts
in and out of time
nothing stays
nothing ever changes
and I wanted to give you all
but there was nothing left to give
I read your skin
then I tore it off
it’s a bare future
lying ahead of us
but please don’t say
it was a waste of time
we were not wasting time
we were not wasting time
because you only know
its value when it’s gone
it’s only memorable
by the scars it leaves
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5. |
No Time
05:23
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nervous laughter
nervous laughter
nervous laughter
surrounding me
it’s a pressing silence
depressing silence
in which words resonate
like bare fists bashing the gates
my bare fists embrace the bricks
my bare fists embrace the bricks
the streets bleed
but the city still stands
it looks familiar but I can’t remember
it looks familiar but I can’t remember
they are still feeling good
and at least the food is fine
but I’m sick of the dust on their words
so I just cough and smile
so they keep quiet
and I repeat myself
this speech is a performance
I repeat myself
behind the words is chaos
I repeat after someone else
I repeat after everyone else
it sounds familiar, but I can’t remember
it sounds familiar, but I can’t remember
they are still feeling good
and at least the food is fine
but I’m sick of the dust on my words
so I just cough and smile
nervous laughter
nervous laughter
nervous laughter
surrounding me
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6. |
Fragments
04:10
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it’s been a pretty fight
despite being motionless
caressing casualties
feel tragedy in their fingers
the tragedy in their minds
disguised by emptiness
flawing precision
a momentary weakness
they say
it’s good to feel
shiver
shed some tears
I’m crying
for more
disasters and calamities
they say it’s good to feel
stabbed through the flesh
shed some tears
pieces of people
fall over the edge
carelessly craving something
one day I’ll be lying there
it’s been a pretty fight
despite being motionless
carefully sculptured
though disfigured and deluded
they say
it’s good to feel
shiver
shed some tears
I’m crying
for more
disasters and calamities
they say it’s good to feel
stabbed through the flesh
shed some tears
pieces of people
fall over the edge
carelessly craving something
one day I’ll be lying there
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Hollow
04:22
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it’s barren land
and hollow men
chanting children
holding hands
and they dance
I’ve been here for too long
but there’s straw inside my head
an artificial stillness but the wind still cuts like glass
and this desert’s turning cold
a deserted kingdom where the fever only grows
and this is the dead land
this is the mad land
and life is very long
when you’re stuck in existence
is this the way the world ends
is this the way the world ends
and life is very long
when you’re stuck in existence
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8. |
Waste
04:26
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fragile figure
don’t speak
the texture of your words
tortures me
deep blue desert
desperate idea
the pleasure of her touch
tortures me
surging blood
boiling streets
the pressure of my thoughts
tortures me
I can’t see
I can’t see
I won’t accept
except my own ideas
it’s a perversity
that’s slowly
spiralling down in me
fragile figure
I want to make you scream
the texture of your cries
pleasures me
I can’t see
I can’t see
I won’t accept
except my own ideas
it’s a perversity
that’s slowly
spiralling down in me
it’s a perversity
I don’t know if I care
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9. |
Dense
03:10
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in this scene of disordered senses
in this scene of disordered senses
I try to relive
I’ll take my chances
I hang my head down and I’m shaking
I hang my head down and I’m wasted
I know it’s over
my time is over
it’s a sea of heated bodies
it’s a sea of heated bodies
in which I’m drowning
as it surrounds me
in this scene of dissonant essence
in this scene of dissonant essence
I rediscovered
I rediscovered
my own senselessness
in this scene of disordered senses
in this scene of disordered senses
I try to relive
I’ll take my chances
I hang my head down and I’m shaking
I hang my head down and I’m wasted
I know it’s over
my time is over
and I can’t deny
I can’t take it
I don’t care to see
I can’t take it
I can’t
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10. |
No Image
05:43
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they take me to the end
of myself
they take me to the end
I don’t see what they see
in myself
I don’t see what they see
how much I like to transgress
the sanctity of this scenery
obliterate the imagery
that hangs over me like a gown
and all the while their voices sing
I just keep humming along
how hard I want to laugh
with the absurdity of this scenery
obliterate the imagery
that hangs over me like a gown
and all the while their voices sing
I just keep humming along
first a stone
then a form
a statue
wrapped in cloth
first the fire
then the fog
a statue
wrapped in cloth
I exhaust myself
trying to see
I exhaust myself
how much I like to transgress
the sanctity of this scenery
obliterate the imagery
that hangs over me like a gown
and all the while their voices sing
I just keep humming along
first a stone
then a form
a statue
wrapped in cloth
first the fire
then the fog
a statue
wrapped in cloth
first a stone
then a form
a statue
wrapped in cloth
first the fire
then the fog
a statue
wrapped in cloth
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