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Thwips and Quips
03:06
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Dead silent mortar
A jungle of designer disorder
Playground for the jester
Prideful spectacles lesser
The confusion of losing
Family to the fault
Of soil where their roots swam
A sickly sea to drown in
A free fall so festive
Freeing the fleeting feeling from my festering folley a father frothing in the fading fallacy
Feeling the seething behind the bleeding
Dealing out the feeding
(Bleeding out this city leaves scars)
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Ex-Posi Kid
03:35
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I'm lost in the suffering of my darker twin's sacrifice
Discreet and concise
I've crossed the line and I've paid the price
Shame on me because you found a way to fool me twice
They sang "You live your life in sin"
Now I'm the product of the sum
of coincidence and where I'm from.
If happiness only exists in moments fleeting
Why does waking up feel so self defeating?
A broken voice & shattered spine
A waste of space and time.
I'm no use to no one anymore.
Comatose and stagnant
Watch me jump off and reverse this constant atmospheric magnet.
Concrete statins from the blood that I'll paint on the pavement
I'll live as a poet, go out as an artist. Repent all that I forgave then.
For the posi-kids that grew up to let themselves down.
I know you miss me I miss myself
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Naiveté
02:46
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The grip leaves my hands
I'm floating where I stand
A sonnet of wasted grief
And false reality
Knowing you’ve robbed me of my dignity
Blood drains my skull
As my vision and breathing dulls
But you shock my whole system
With an embrace, like a prison
I feel secure behind your arms
A seclusion within your abuses
Tension brewing
breathe down my neck
toy and tease
I've seen what I need to see
The bullshit elastic schemes
Divide us, pull back the sheets
Mourning in the evening
The miscarriage proceedings
You're pleading, for the attention that you're needing
Wishing the air would leave the Earth
It would leave me first
Silence stabbed by engines hums
I scream with terror, and floor the pedal
Speeding past houses, I once saw as setting
But now they are the backdrop
To when my mind upended
Held back by the passing of tissue
Held back by the fact that I never met you.
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Protocool
02:41
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Slapstick sympathy
Just a symphony
Daily monotony
Wasteful Autonomy
Do you lack all empathy?
I hate myself more than I hate you
Default demeanors my constant mood
A matter of fact, a call to deliver
Back up your peace to the sound of the shivers
Sedating state of danger
Found no solace in others
That pulls thing back together
It's not whether or not you can
Where the Wicked
(Resident psychopath, pissing out epitaphs)
Where the Wicked Cease...
(Resident psychopath, pissing out epitaphs)
Where the Wicked Cease from Troubling
And the weary
Lay to Rest
Offer your welcome as soon as I leave
Talk behind my back everything you’ll never say to me
No room to grow no room to speak
The years all blend turn into weeks
I’m waking up to fall asleep
Spit rinse recycle and repeat
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