Two wider eyes, two open wounds
to feed or salt by dust of the moon.
I’d lighten up but my swollen head
Is dense enough to hold it all in.
I’d join the flock set out to pasture
but I drank all life from Earth last night.
Peel me from this bed.
Salt my swollen head.
Tethered-flesh to flesh.
Drink me numb instead.
Further tempered to my end.
A level set burns at the sight of it.
I live in shade-
But in time I’ll sight you.
I’ve got my head screwed back on tight.
I clean up well I’m milky white.
Part me from this plight.
Feed me to the light.
Further tempered to my end.
A level set burns at the sight of it.
I live in shade-
But in time I’ll sight you.
A crutch, a sponge to keep me cushioned, upright, tall
But then the salted cuts would open up to make sense of it all.
If I’m not happy where I am, I’d do me well to pick me up.
I swear I'd kill myself if I’m to take another fall
And the-
World goes on turning.
Sun still brightly burning.
Yearning. Always. Yearning.
Boston band featuring members of Have Heart and Basement take their earnest, motivational post-hardcore to thrilling new heights. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 23, 2023