two black eyes to match.
F1VE
Count one two three four
and show my wrists
cut away the wristbands
and show off my unfortunate life
like a butterfly plague kissing lips.
counting one two three four
you hide behind one-sided political sensations
without clarifying thoughts
when people ask me
they get logic and difference.
count one two three four
stand up for yourself
don't let love turn black and blue
reach behind the strings
and pull the curtains shut
count one two three four
open the locks, walk through the door
counting one to four
the strength of the lion weaker than the lamb
counting one two three four
we are the first one, we are the last one, and we are all between
counting four three two one
when we sleep, we'll finally sigh in relief,
done.
wilting dawn
before the ether
the ebb and flow will rise and fall
the tide crashing upon your mind
aether thunderstorm
a sudden lack of control
can you see the street before you?
don't get blind-sided
before the ether
aether thunderstorm
take the handle away from the blade
the children hold it pointing away
giving them the choice leads to the grave
but it's a mistake they must learn to not make
don't take it away
before the ether
aether thunderstorm
support for the smell of sulfur raining down on the lands
gunshots ring out during the romantic sunsets
countries torn like clothes and stitching in demand
linen the armor protecting their hearts
how could I know more without the support of my lords
but they never share the story without their anger
I would sit them in a circle and sing them a song
musical chairs for adults might wake them up to the cause
before the ether
aether thunderstorm
my finger is on the trigger
and sometimes, the sun rises without noise
and sometimes, the sun rises before the noise
my finger is on the trigger
and it'll wake up the silence before the birds
been listening to a lot of black eyes lately. especially when writing these so it follows their naturally quick pace. meant to be lyrics to go with it, but all were edited to act as poems after I wrote them out, because well, I don't have a band to scream my songs through.
Count one two three four
and show my wrists
cut away the wristbands
and show off my unfortunate life
like a butterfly plague kissing lips.
counting one two three four
you hide behind one-sided political sensations
without clarifying thoughts
when people ask me
they get logic and difference.
count one two three four
stand up for yourself
don't let love turn black and blue
reach behind the strings
and pull the curtains shut
count one two three four
open the locks, walk through the door
counting one to four
the strength of the lion weaker than the lamb
counting one two three four
we are the first one, we are the last one, and we are all between
counting four three two one
when we sleep, we'll finally sigh in relief,
done.
wilting dawn
before the ether
the ebb and flow will rise and fall
the tide crashing upon your mind
aether thunderstorm
a sudden lack of control
can you see the street before you?
don't get blind-sided
before the ether
aether thunderstorm
take the handle away from the blade
the children hold it pointing away
giving them the choice leads to the grave
but it's a mistake they must learn to not make
don't take it away
before the ether
aether thunderstorm
support for the smell of sulfur raining down on the lands
gunshots ring out during the romantic sunsets
countries torn like clothes and stitching in demand
linen the armor protecting their hearts
how could I know more without the support of my lords
but they never share the story without their anger
I would sit them in a circle and sing them a song
musical chairs for adults might wake them up to the cause
before the ether
aether thunderstorm
my finger is on the trigger
and sometimes, the sun rises without noise
and sometimes, the sun rises before the noise
my finger is on the trigger
and it'll wake up the silence before the birds
been listening to a lot of black eyes lately. especially when writing these so it follows their naturally quick pace. meant to be lyrics to go with it, but all were edited to act as poems after I wrote them out, because well, I don't have a band to scream my songs through.