I've fallen asleep but my head keeps ringing
I think I'll have to stand up for a bit
I'll take you up on that iodine offer, I'm trying to carve the bees out of my teeth
As if you've never felt empty, as if you've never been home
What good is dancing alone when the whole room is crowded up at the front door
A conditioned surrender, a sudden defeat
Then I jolted awake with the taste of sugar and iron
I got a handful of children's aspirin and I'm not afraid to buck it
A conditioned surrender, a sudden defeat
I'm only outlined in faded colors I'll punch out airholes and suffocate
I found a dog eared page in a book without words
I forced meaning into blankness and my cowardice showed
Like a light that's emitted with no physical form
I felt it crack against my spine when you showed that it's worth was gone
Nameless, graveless I'm a ghost with no home
Watching, waiting, for something to call my own
You can take me from the mud but I swear I'll leave tracks
A steady trickle; drops repeating, can split a mountain in half
I thought the bleeding in my wrist could take the tarnish out of gold?
I picked a bouquet of flowers and in dandelion mane's rose a piece of amber yellowed like an old picture framed in a kind of wood they say hasn't grown in these parts in years
"Oh deceiver, was it worth it? Can you still sleep[dream] the way I used to?"
Lift your hand from my chest and let the river take me
I am lost
I'm a newborn foal in a three legged race with death
You fucked up if you thought it would be fair
Don't hold your breath for too long, I doubt the air will get clearer when the smoke rises past our eyes
I held your gaze in a mirror, and your reflection turned to stone
I guess you had every reason to panic
And I'll say it again, I fucking hate the Eagles man
Wimps and posers leave the hall
Cowards; hold your crown
It came in steady waves, in the false illumination of a passing headlight
Your ribs expelled their pain when you had the realization that he left unscathed
and now you're "damaged goods" like a bird with one wing that's forced to fly in circles
You'll black out your canvas heart, but you'll paint it back in with the widest brushstrokes
Don't close your mouth, with spears made of teeth you pierced the heart that was made of paper
"It's what I'm owed" and "I didn't know" is what builds the bars of a gender-prison
I wish you crushed his head like an apple for making the orchard grow without rain
We're all at fault
It came in steady waves, in the false illumination of a passing headlight
Your ribs expelled their pain when you had the realization that he left unscathed
and now you're "damaged goods" like a bird with one wing that's forced to fly in circles
You'll black out your canvas heart, but you'll paint it back in with the widest brushstrokes
Who bruised the skin of the peach in your false walled, honey-comb trap?
The wound where your arrow pierced me, the wound where your arrow pierced my heart
I could have felt at piece but I began to feel my shame in whisper
My eyes were blinded but I reached out to you (Oh Lord) but your hands had turned back into the quicksand
I want to shrink into nothing, and climb the ladders in the folds of your dress
I don't know why I'm surprised to find that you're still pretty when I know you've held the sunlight for what seems like half my life
I'll turn my mouth to the muzzle of a gun that only shoots fake bullets
I'll lose myself to the current, with my back against the stone's throw shoreline
The wound where your arrow pierced me, the wound where your arrow pierced my heart
I wish I'd fallen asleep when I began to feel my face in the water
But my eyes wouldn't close, so I guess I'll hold my breath forever
I never thought you were brave, but I expected more than silence to comfort you, so lift your hands from my chest, and let the river take me
I am worthless
about
EP III or Demo of Lucretia 3.1
2018
credits
released October 18, 2018
Marco Carotenuto: Drums, Vocals, Tambourine & Cowbell on "Saul Hudson"
Michael Terry: Guitar, Vocals, Noise, Ancillary Percussion on "Jeffrey Dean Isbell"
Sean Walsh: Bass, Noise, Feedback
Chris Cornell: Production, Vocals on "Jeffrey Dean Isbell"
Credits for things we used:
The Big Lebowski (1998)
"Remembering" - Rachel N. Nolan
"Oh Deceiver" - Right Away Great Captain
"Before There Was Atlanta, There Was Douglasville" - The Chariot
"Metal Warriors" - Manowar
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