1. |
Crater
03:21
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I'm hostile, I've had enough of myself,
and this world might burn yet
before I expire. Well, at least...
at least sometimes.
When the dark clouds erase the sky,
I fight wielding
all the might I can conjure.
I do try to stay,
on the middle course.
For all the sunshine,
the sky is always dark somewhere.
The lowest of the lows turn a ship around.
Highest of the highs drag you underground.
I did not really feel alive until I felt ready to die.
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2. |
Lost Dog Blues
04:20
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Through the sun,
and the shadows.
Little lost dog.
I just wander.
Drenched in filth,
I just can not wash out.
For the better
or the worse,
a real go-getter,
finds new bones.
Mere distinction,
hardly a choice.
Forced ambition,
but in my own voice.
What do I remain?
Memories will fade.
What do I become?
New gains to be made.
Who do I chew up?
Who will be my fodder?
Who do I spit out?
Now I am marauder.
Despite of what I wanted,
this cold is what I got.
Had to find out for myself.
It's not so bad.
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3. |
Soothsayer
04:33
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I can't seem to mend,
the peace that I've broken.
In the face of a nuisance,
I'm locked and loaded.
All it could be,
just a molehill,
but my heart is pounding.
Passed down to me,
an innate skill,
to turn it into a mountain.
Preoccupied with rumination,
over and over I slaughter time.
Bouts with procrastination,
deadstop after deadstop in line.
I said that this time
patience would win.
It would be different.
It would be the charm.
I know where this is going,
the stench is growing stronger.
Snail's pace a day,
only growing longer.
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4. |
New Mold, Same Old
03:23
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Apex yet awkward.
Round peg in a square hole.
We bite off our tongues,
smash our heads through the wall.
Trip, fall.
You could be
fooled to believe
existence is a cinch,
but eventually
bound to unleash
a hail of anvil and stone.
Always trying to be
something or other,
something different,
something other than this.
If we are inherent beings,
inherently we are fucked.
I can not wrap my head around
what it's like to be just us.
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5. |
Solitude
03:32
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Since the first days,
that I could remember.
Distrust in you,
I never would surrender.
Time only hones,
the art of the cunning.
Standing face to face
after all these years.
Superficial changes,
still I disagree.
English goodbyes.
Rather be by myself.
No need for tales and lies.
Swindled by an elf.
Crowded homes,
crowded streets,
crowded thrones,
All deadbeats.
Ignoring all the noise,
I am blissfully alone.
You see, it's my own mind
I struggle to avoid.
What makes you think
I have some room for more?
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6. |
Death Of A Spaceman
03:10
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No, not this again.
Blood rush through my veins.
Airways are constricting.
Vision fades to red.
Mistakes predictable.
Should I be alone?
Someone has to pay.
Consequence too great.
I don't want to hold my tears,
something's gonna have to give.
Actions that I must refrain.
I just want to breathe again.
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7. |
Regards
03:25
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Bitter eyes, sights despised.
Who am I to judge you?
Intuition; thorn in my side.
Tolerance undue.
I will bind all the time,
until I'll outlast you.
Obsolete paradigm.
Unwanted residue.
You and I,
much alike,
yet divergent.
Don't mistake
my modest disposition,
for an affinity.
I'm exempt from contrition,
don't tread on me.
Festering laceration,
that I call my home.
Human desecration,
modern-day catacomb.
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8. |
Incapacitated
02:30
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Porous body of mine,
soak up the poison.
Birthing the being of
mental corrosion.
Within complacency
my mind is wandering.
Fuck what you heard,
paranoia soothes me.
Concrete walls, they fall,
giving way to doors.
Behind them they roam,
the evils of my soul.
Wanting more and more,
my consciousness is floored.
A daily ritual of facing
my motherfucking demons.
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Nerveshatter New York
Heavy, noisy, and loud. A little bit like life, probably a bit like hell. R.I.P. (2013-2020)
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